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||Chapter One||

                  Renee Colwell and Haley Wilson climbed out of the plane arm-in-arm. Haley's mother followed behind with her carry-on luggage slung over her shoulder. They had to speedwalk down the jetway because of all of the people pushing past to get out. Then, they were in the large, airy, but bustling Los Angeles International Airport, aka the LAX.

                 The three walked toward the door, but made sure to stop and pick up their luggage. Then they walked out onto the pavement in front and stood.

                 "How're we supposed to get to her house?" Haley asked, eyeing the shuttle buses and taxis.

                 Haley's mom looked around, then her eyes lit up as she spotted something.

                 "There," she said, pointing.

                Haley followed where her mother was pointing and she spotted a limo. A limo! There was a man standing in front of it holding a sign that 'Veronica and Haley Wilson and Renee Colwell' scrawled on it in slightly untidy letters.

               "A LIMO?!" Haley almost shrieked. "We get to ride there in a LIMO?"

               Haley's mom couldn't resist a smile.

               "I told you they have quite a bit of money. I heard her sons earn 12 million a year!" she stated.

               "No way!" Renee shouted disbelievingly.

               "Seriously!" Haley agreed.

               Haley's mom just shook her head with small laugh and led the girls over to the limo.

              "Veronica and Haley Wilson and Renee Colwell?" the man standing by the limo asked.

              "That'd be us!" Renee answered jovially.

               "Alright. I'll take your bags. Mrs. Jonas and one of her sons is waiting for you inside."

               They handed the man their bags and he stowed them in the trunk of the limo as they opened the door and piled inside. As soon as Haley's mother got inside, there was a delighted cry and a woman with curly black hair and a kind face stood up and hugged her.

               "Veronica!" she cried.

               "Denise!" Haley's mother cried.

               "Well how have you been?" Denise asked.

               "Very good! And you?"

               The two women collapsed into an excited chatter like two highschool best friends. Haley and Renee sat there looking kind of awkward, when a little boy, the one who was obviously the youngest (the seven year-old) scooted next to them.

               "Hi!" he said. "I'm Frankie."

               "Hey there, I'm Renee and this is Haley," Renee replied. Haley nodded once and smiled. "She's Veronica's daughter and I'm her BFFL."

               Haley smiled. "Yeah."

               "She's the quieter, evil genius, and I'm the loud, obnoxious not-quite-so-evil genius. Aren't we awesome?" Renee said quickly.

               Frankie laughed. "You remind me of my older brother, Joe."

               "Ooh, Joooe!" Renee made goofy little kissy faces. "How old is he?"

               "Eighteen," Frankie replied.

               "Ooh la la, Renee," Haley said, "he's your age."

               Renee laughed. "Maybe this little vacay won't be so bad after all!"

                Haley smiled and Frankie laughed.

               "They aren't at home right now. They have a concert tonight here at the, uhh..." Frankie's face twisted in thought, "Kodak Theatre!"

               "Ohh, cool. Maybe we can go see them," Haley joked.

               "You could if you wanted to," Frankie said seriously. "Mom or Dad could get you in free."

              "Well, I dunno. I'm not really the 'boy band' type," Haley said. "But I'll think about it."

               "I'll ask for you now!" Frankie said with a large smile.

               "Wait-" Haley began, but Frankie was already gone.

               "Ohh, lordy," she sighed.

               "Well if you go, I go," Renee stated.

               "You just wanna see if Joe's hot," Haley replied with a knowing smile.

                "You know it!" Renee agreed. "But, I also wanna see if 1) there're a lot of screaming girls, and 2) if their music's any good."

               "Okayy. Well, I guess I want to hear at least some of their music, too," Haley admitted.

               At that moment, Frankie crawled back over to them, and the limo began to move.

               "My mom said she'll get you guys backstage to meet the guys and then get you good seats to see the concert," he said happily, obviously proud of himself.

              "Well thanks, buddy!" Renee said to him with her cheery voice.

              "Well then, I guess it's settled."

||Chapter Two||

             Haley and Renee stood in what Denise said was Nick's room. Apparently, Nick was fifteen, too, and Renee would not let that go.

            "Haley, you and this Nick kid should definitely hook-up! You haven't had a boyfriend in FOREVER, and I think it's about time you need one," she stated while applying a thin line of eyeliner.

           "Maybe I haven't had a boyfriend because I don't feel the need for one," Haley retorted.

           Renee turned her head slightly and looked at Haley, who was standing next to her as they were standing in front of the mirror. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Haley disbelievingly.

          "What?" Haley asked innocently.

          "Honey, don't even start with me."

          Haley laughed, and then stepped back to examine herself.

          She wore a bright dark blue and light blue striped tank top, black skinny jeans, navy blue converse with paint splatters of white, light blue, and black, and had her medium-length, choppily layered dark brown hair down with her sideswept bangs hanging in her face. She also had in a white headband with a rainbow of stars lined down the length of it. She wore black eyeliner and a little bit of mascara, but that was all.

         Renee was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a bunch of colorful bubbles placed randomly on it. She had on a denim skirt and white leggings that tied the outfit together. She also wore brown furry boots that surprisingly did match the outfit. She had on a thin line of dark blue eyeliner, a bit of mascara, and touch or two of light blush. Her blonde hair was hanging down like Haley's, but her bangs were pinned to the side by two white heart clips.

        Haley sized up her appearance and was good with it. Renee did the same, and then they sized each other up.

       "Very good, partner," Renee stated with a British accent.

      "Yes, yes, very good," Haley replied, also using a British accent.

      They giggled and waltzed out of the room arm-in-arm.

      "We are concert-ready!" Renee shouted as they walked downstairs.

       Denise peered up at them from around a corner that was the living room. She smiled up at them.

       "Very cute, girls," she stated. "I'll drive you guys there. Oh! And before I forget, Haley, you'll be sharing a room with Nick and Frankie, and Renee, you're sharing Joe's room. He's got a spare bed in there, and I just have no idea why."

       "Alright, Mrs. Jonas. Thank you!" Haley said graciously.

       "Please, girls, call me Denise."

       The girls nodded and smiled at her. They walked over to her and she led them outside, grabbing a purse.

       "The boys are already there, of course, but we've still got about two hours until the concert starts, so you all will get to hang out," Denise explained.

         "Sweet," Renee stated.

        "Okay, let's hit the road."

      ***************

          The drive to the venue took about ten minutes. It would've taken longer, but Denise found a way to maneuver around the busy streets and take the quieter, calmer roads. But then they hit the Kodak Theatre, and that was pure chaos. Cars were strewn about, closely packed together, honking. People were shouting, girls were on the streets in packs with huge signs. Some even recognized Denise and ran up to her saying "Mrs. Jonas! Mrs. Jonas!"

           But they managed to get inside quickly and were whisked backstage. Denise walked purposefully to a room labeled 'Dressing Room' and told the girls, "Wait here. I'm pretty sure you don't want to see the boys in their boxers." The girls laughed and shook their heads.

          Denise walked into the room, leaving the two girls alone. They both looked at each other and shrugged, and walked over to a black couch that was sitting over by itself a ways-away.  They fell back onto it, and Haley took out her iPod and set it on shuffle. Then she lapsed back into her own little world.

||Chapter Three||

             A pair of black and white checkered sneakers appeared below Haley's face. She was leaning forward with her eyes on the ground, bobbing her head and tapping her foot to Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls. It had been just beginning the second verse where Martin sang "And I'll take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes" as she looked up at the person who the sneakers belonged to and met a pair of deep, sensitive, chocolate brown eyes.

           How appropriate, she thought, because she'd almost gasped at how completely, amazingly gorgeous this boy was.

         His eyes had opened slightly wider in shock, but she didn't know why. She stood up, pulling the earbuds out of her ears.

        "Hey," he greeted her casually.

       "Hey," she replied. "I'm Haley Wilson."

       "Nick Jonas," he stated.

       She nodded and shook his outstretched hand, smiling politely. She glanced at Renee out of her peripheral vision and saw her snickering. Renee stood up. It wasn't until Renee stood up that she noticed they were still shaking hands.

      "Oh, heh, sorry," Haley muttered, pulling her hand back and using it to rub the back of her head in a slightly embarassed way.

      "'S all good," he replied with a small smile.

      "Aww, well look at the two of you cuties," Renee said in a babying voice.

       Haley rolled her eyes and Nick blushed.

       "Wouldn't you two be the perfect couple?" Renee continued to gush.

      "I know, wouldn't they?" a new voice chimed it.

      Nick turned, and it was his time to roll his eyes as a guy who looked similar to him walked up. This guy was tall, about 5'10'', with long, straight hair and bangs that fell in his face.

      "Hey," the guy said, doing a melodramatic hairflip. "I'm Joe." He winked at Renee. Nick rolled his eyes again.

       "Hey," Renee said, imitating his hairflip. "I'm Renee." She winked back at him.

       Haley laughed a little bit, and Nick smiled at her, making her blush.

       "OOOH! You guys are Denise's kids!" Renee shouted as if suddenly realizing it.

       "YEAH!" Joe shouted back.

       "I get to share a room with you," Renee said smugly.

       "Really?" Joe asked, genuinely surprised.

       "Yep. And those two cuties over there get to share a room with your little brother, Frank the Tank."

       "How did you know that was his nickname?" Nick asked.

       "Oh, is it? I just thought it was catchy."

       "Great minds think alike," Joe stated.

      "As much as I enjoy watching you two flirt with each other, I have to use the bathroom. Um, where is it?" Haley asked.

      "I'll show you," Nick volunteered.

      "Okay," Haley blushed.

      "Now, now, you two, don't go making out! If you do, I PLAN to get a picture," Renee joked.

      Nick's cheeks flushed crimson, and so did Haley's.

      "Oh, can it, Renee," Haley said embarassedly.

       Nick and Joe stifled a laugh.

      "Okay, let's go," Nick said.

       They linked arms, and traipsed down the hallway to the bathroom.

||Chapter Four||

                 The hallway was kind of small and cramped, but Haley and Nick made due. They still had their arms linked, but it was only because of a burst of confidence from Haley. They approached two doors, one with a stick picture of a woman, the other with a man.

               "Here you go," Nick said, pointing to the women's restroom.

              "Alright, thanks," Haley replied, starting to walk towards it. It was only about two paces away, because of the smallness of the hall.

             "Um, do you want me to wait here for you?" Nick asked kind of awkwardly.

             Haley thought about it, then nodded. "Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. I'd probably get lost on my way back if you don't."

            Nick smiled and then leaned against the wall and watched her walk into the bathroom and throw a quick glance at him over her shoulder.

           Haley walked into the bathroom. When she finished using it and washing her hands, she checked her make-up just in case and fixed her hair. Then she walked out and almost bumped straight into Nick. Their chests actually did touch, but Haley quickly backed up.

         "Heh, sorry," Haley apologized.

         "No problem," Nick replied, smiling down at her.

         Haley blushed, but looked up at him and smiled back. He averted his eyes in a seemingly shy way.

        "AWW!" They both jumped. Renee and Joe walked towards them from behind a corner. "Look, Joe, I got a picture of that!"

       Renee showed Joe the screen on her camera, and he made a face. "Aww, well aren't these two just too cute!"

       "Yeah, they are!" Renee agreed.

       "Ahem, Renee, can I talk to you? ALONE?" Haley asked.

       "Of course, honey! Let's talk."

       Renee walked towards Haley and they walked into the bathroom. They stopped in front of the mirrors by the sink.

      "What would you like to talk about?" Renee asked innocently.

      "Hmm, I dunno," Haley began sarcastically. "How about the fact that you keep embarrasing me in front of Nick?"

      "I don't know what you're talking about," Renee said with a small smile to say that she was joking.

     "C'mon, Renee. I don't even like the guy," Haley lied. But she put on a serious face.

     "What?" Renee looked at her in shock.

     "I don't really like him. I mean, no offense, he's a cool guy with the few words he's actually said to me. But he won't even look me in the eyes! He hardly even talks to me. He obviously thinks I'm out of his league and he doesn't want to lead me on," Haley explained. "Why waste my time if he doesn't like me?"

     "Oh honey, honey, honey," Renee tisked. "He does like you. God, didn't you see him staring at you when you walked into the bathrrom? And then when you walked out, it was like he was staring at a goddess of some kind. Then when you bumped into him and you both were blushing and all that jazz. He's totally into you. Just go for him!"

     "No. I don't believe it."

     "Hale, look at this picture I snapped of you two." Renee held the camera so that Haley could see the picture.

      It was very movie-esque. They were standing there in that small hallway, and in the picture it looked like they were looking deep into each others' eyes, about to kiss or something. Although in real life, it was a totally different story.

      "This doesn't even look like how it really happened," Haley commented. "Ugh. I'm going to go find Denise and see where our seats are."

      She walked out the door, avoiding the looks of Nick and Joe and hurried down the hallway. She heard voices murmuring behind her, and knew that the three she'd left there at the door were definitely deep in discussion.

***************

         Denise was talking to a security guard who was very large. He was African-American, and the tag on his shirt said 'Rob'. Haley walked over to Denise and stood a little ways-away from the two, waiting patiently. Finally, 'Rob' motioned in Haley's direction, and Denise turned and looked at her.

       "Oh, Haley! I'm sorry. Are you needing anything?" Denise asked.

       "Yeah. Where are Renee and I sitting for the concert. I'd like to just sit there and chill now, if that's okay."

      "Oh yeah, hon, I'll show you now," Denise said. "What about Renee? Is she coming, too?"

     "No, she's talking to Joe and Nick over by the bathrooms," Haley replied dully.

     "Oh." Denise looked at her curiously. "Okay. Well, follow me."

     It was good, and made Haley feel more at ease around Denise that she didn't ask questions. She even let Denise take her hand to lead her to the seats. They walked down a long corridor, and then down some stairs. They went down another, shorter corridor, and then to an ENORMOUS seating area.

    "Here's your seat," Denise explained as they approached the front row, and the middle seat. "Renee's is on your left."

     "Okay, thank you, Denise," Haley acclaimed.

     "No problem, hon," she replied, and walked away.

     Haley sat down in her seat and lapsed into moody silence. But a few minutes later, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up.

     "Hey there. Mind if I sit by you?"