** “Your friend told me you were interested in me.” Ally bluntly said. “Oh really?” JC acted surprised. “Yah, and well I am kind of, interested too.” She said to him letting her eyes leave the floor and meet his. “Well, I like you and everything, like your really pretty and you seem pretty cool, but were going on tour Monday, so I don’t know when I’d be able to date you and stuff.” JC said. “Well, let’s just talk, I’m cool with just that if you are.” Ally smiled. “Oh, okay,” JC smiled pulling a pen out of his pocket, “Do you have a piece of paper?” “Yeah, of course I do,” Ally pulled a piece of paper out of her apron. “What is your number?” JC asked. “Um, 555-3244.” Ally said. “Well, I’ll give you a call sometime tomorrow before we leave.” JC smiled. “Okay.” She gave him a quick smile and walked away. JC made his way back to the silent table. All 8 faces looked at him curiously. Tiffany scooted over so JC could sit down. Everyone remained quiet and kept their eyes on JC. JC looked down and started to tear his food apart. He stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth and looked up at all the inquiring eyes that were focused directly on JC. “I got her number.” JC said softly with a mouth full of food. Everyone yelled and clapped obnoxiously, “Right on buddy!” Terin smacked his back. Everyone finally faded their voices and continued on with their dinner. Lance looked over at Tiffany and gave her a small smile. She returned the smile. Lance opened his mouth to speak but before he could do so Justin beat him to it, “Tiff.” “Huh?” She pulled her eyes away from Lance. “Wanna come over and play b-ball tonight?” He offered. “Hell ya, this time I’m gonna kick your ass.” Tiffany threatened. “Yeah, keep dreaming Tiffany, keep dreaming.” Justin rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” Tiffany rolled her eyes back at Justin. “Yeah, and tomorrow we have to pack Tiffany.” Angela spoke up. “I know, my schedule is FULL!” Tiffany shouted a little too loudly. “Damn, okay Tiffany.” Chris hushed her, “Yo Kaylee, are you coming over?” The group exchanged glances then met back at the two as Kaylee answered, “Of course I am sweetie.” Tiffany whispered in Justin’s ear, “Should I ask?” “No, you hate when everyone asks you about Lance.” Justin whispered back. “So.” Tiffany stated then faced Chris and Kaylee, “Are y’all dating?” “No.” Kaylee said. “Oh.” Tiffany looked back at her plate of food. ** “Your clothes are in my top drawer.” Justin said Tiffany as he placed his keys on the counter. “Alright.” Tiffany said making her way to his bedroom, she grabbed her clothes and started to take her clothes off. “I’m coming in.” Justin warned. “I don’t care.” Tiffany said, she was in her bra though. Justin opened the door and saw her standing in her strapless bra. “Oh.” Justin paused. “It’s all good.” Tiffany said starting to take off her skirt. Her skirt slid down a little exposing her lower back. Right next to her blue shooting star was a large scar. “Tiff, what is that.” Justin ran his finger down the scar. It sent shutters through Tiffany’s body. “My ex-boyfriend did it to me.” She turned towards Justin. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Justin said. “It’s okay, it’s a period of my life I don’t really want to go back to.” Tiffany felt tears consuming her eyes. “Alright.” Justin wrapped his arms around Tiffany. He could feel her warm breath on his ear. Normally he’d pull away but he held her tightly. The two broke apart at the sound of Tiffany’s cell phone. She walked over to it and answered it. “Hello?” She blurted. “Hey.” Lance said on the other end. “Oh, hi what’s up?” Tiffany asked. “Are you at Justin’s?” Lance asked. “Yeah, why?” She answered. “Just wondering, hey can I tell you something and you won’t hang the phone up on me?” Lance asked. “Depends.” Tiffany started to sound confused. “I really like you, a lot, and I really want more than friendship from you.” Lance said. “Um, Lance, can we talk about this at another time?” Tiffany asked. “Yeah…” Lance said. “Alright call me tomorrow.” Tiffany said. “Okay, bye.” Lance said. “Bye.” Tiffany hung up the phone and caught sight of Justin. “Who was that?” Justin asked. “Lance.” Tiffany said blankly. “You okay?” Justin asked. “Yeah...” Tiffany looked confused but then she snapped out of it, “Ready for me to whoop you ass?” ** “Alexia!” Joey yelled from the bedroom. “Yes?” She called after him from the kitchen. “Come here.” He demanded. “What?” She walked to the room and stood in the doorway frame. Joey came out of the bedroom’s bathroom in a superman Speedo. Alexia dropped her water bottle and busted in a fit of giggles, “Oh my god Joey!” “You like?” He asked moving his hips from side to side. Alexia gasped for air and finally answered, “That looks so fucking retarded Joey!” “Well screw you.” Joey stopped dancing around and pouted. “Aww baby.” Alexia continued laughing, “They aren’t that bad.” “Whatever.” Joey kept pouting. “Oh stop!” She gave him a playful hit on the arm and her laughing quit a little. “Do you hate them?” Joey asked. “Uh…” Alexia hesitated to answer. “UGH WHATEVER ALEXIA!” Joey shouted. “Joey! Stop! They look REDICULOUS! But I still love you and anything you like, I support!” Alexia laughed. “Okay.” Joey smiled and gave his girlfriend a kiss. **
