I was so lost, couldn't see where I was headed, or where I was. But, I was in complete and utter bliss. "You are crazy." I said, shaking my head.

"Come on, Jo. It's just a bit further, they told me not to untie this. No matter how much I wanted to." I rolled my eyes under the black headscarf I owned that was doubling it's duty as a blindfold.

"Please. Just for a bit." I tried using my sweet and innocent voice to coo him out of putting this ridiculous thing off my face. "I won't say a thing about it." I pulled his hand tighter towards my body. "But I'll definitely make it worth a little yelling and scolding." I had heard the strict orders that my cousin had given him, walk me to the location, while she and her boyfriend would drive. The others would be there an hour or so before.

He was hesitating, he was trying to fight that feeling. God knows he's been holding onto it forever. Sighing, he responded, "Sorry. No can do." But his grip on my hand tightened. "It'll be worth the wait."

"Well, where are we going, Buckingham Place to meet the Queen? Can you at least give me a hint?" My moods were swinging, because they were swimming in my head.

That's why I hate not knowing where I'm going. I always know where I am, where I'm going. I mean, I know where I was, anyone who's in their right mind knows their past. I mean I was born in Milwaukee, raised in Chicago, now staying in London with my cousin. I was an actress, a makeup artist, and planning to gain a degree in psychology and psychiatry, just as a decoration.

"If I get a kiss." Typical of my boyfriend, he can barely keep it in his pants, if he didn't use the fear of God and morality that everyone else pounded into our heads. That's when I hatched a plan, he would get his kiss, and I'd get to see where I was going.

"Deal, but where are you? I don't know." I heard him scoff at my naiveness. Then I felt a hand on the back of my neck.

"Well, I'll help you." He said as I felt his hand, now growing cold compared to my neck, that was covered by a light scarf. "Lean forward." He told me. I did so, but very slowly, "Don't be a tease, Jo." He said, almost pleading, I just smiled. My plan was already in effect and he was too busy waiting for his kiss. Slowly, at the same speed that I was leaning forward, I was reaching for the knot on the blindfold.

When our lips were almost touching, I yanked the end of the headscarf, and I pulled it back before it touched anything else. I opened my eyes just as we began to kiss, but my plan had a flaw.

The damn boy had kept his eyes open. So I was staring straight into the beautiful blue-green eyes that captivated me the first time I'd met him. I was caught, but I continued to kiss him, and he did the same. I looked around and only saw the blondish red hair of my boyfriend, since he had dyed his hair, again, and still had its bangs(or fringe) just at eyebrow's length. We finally pulled away and I sighed, "I'm busted aren't I?" I winced, but only playfully.

And he laughed. Ah, that laugh, it made me (hold for total cliché) weak in the knees. "Maybe. This is hint enough." He turned me around and my face lit up in delight. Piccadilly Circus, I knew exactly where we were going.

"I adore you, Poynter." I said as I leaned in suddenly and kissed him, smiling into it. He grasped my hair this time, and he's not the only one who dyes his hair.

I had spent a good chunk of cash on getting my hair done professionally, it was curled, into tight ringlets. The color itself was a bluish-black with a thousand bright red streaks that were dispersed everywhere in my hair. My bangs were cut below my prominent cheekbones, covering my hazel eyes, and the length of my hair was now at the small of my back, naturally. I really determined to grow my hair out to donate it. Which I was doing the next time I was getting my hair cut, thanks to my cousin, Giorgina, who is so awesome and a hair stylist I might add.

"Okay, let's get going. But at least pretend to be surprised." Dougie said as he grabbed the headscarf from me and tied it to the back of my head again.

"It's like asking me to keep writing." I responded as I entered darkness again. "just be happy I'm an excellent actress." I said as I felt him take my hand again and I let the rest of my senses take over.

Let me tell you, we rely on sight way too much. I let in a breath and I smelled melting sugar, gasoline. I let my hearing(that's been damaged for a while) then take over and I heard the clicking of heels(including mine), children getting out of school cheering for joy. And I felt the warmth of my jacket, scarf, and Dougie's hand wrapped around my own. Then there was the chilly wind of London, which comes with the territory.

I was finally put to a stop as I heard the clutter and scattered whispers of voices I recognized in the spur of the moment. I first heard, Gia's, followed by Lauren's and Tom's. Then there was I voice that almost hurt my ears in its shrill pitch. Why did she invite her? I hate her. Of course I was talking about my classmate, Janice, I despised her with every fiber of my being, but it was her father's place.

But for Janice, she acted as a friend, but only dug deep into my being and pried out the rotten, which would let her claw her way to the top and to my boyfriend. But then, I really have nothing to worry about, cause Dougie thinks that she's rotten through and through, like my thoughts of her. But then I knew the rest of her slutty cronies would be following her like the bitches they are.(Harsh, I know, but they would diss me at every chance they got, and went all 'It's so great to see you' when they found out I was potentially related to the Britain's biggest boy band.)

Yeah, you heard me, I'm almost related to the UK boy band, McFly. Plus I'm dating one of them too. Top of my classes, I got to graduate early, but I still hang out with Jewel, one of the coolest chicks I know. Of course, there are my mates from Redwood Academy, the brother school to my all-girl cathouse.

"Just a bit further." I head Dougie say, with a little disgust in his voice. He must have heard her too. I heard commanding hushes as we got to the overpass, they knew we were here. But why the hell are we here? I'm still guessing in my head why they even booked the area in the first place.

"Okay, stop." Dougie commanded me softly. "Hold still so I can this blindfold off of you." he let go of my hand and I felt his warmth go to my back. I felt a slight tug on my headscarf and I opened my eyes.

"Surprise!" Everyone screamed and I felt my mouth drop and eyes pop. The garden of the restaurant was amazing- no, beyond amazing. The snow white overpass I was about to enter was entangled in white icicle Christmas lights and pink roses. I saw the red and aqua blue Chinese lanterns dangling from thread. Each of the tables had a white table cloth and a center place of a pillar glass filled with colored glass pebbles and a tall-stemmed red rose.

I couldn't believe it, the garden looked mind-blowingly beautiful. I didn't even have to act my reaction. "Oh, my GOD!" I squealed as Dougie put an arm around my waist. "Gia, this place is-I can't even think about what to say." I hugged her tightly when she walked up to me. "But why all this for me?"

"Are you kidding me?" I looked to see Tom, looking a little angry. "You graduated early at the top of your class." I shook my head, as if it was nothing, "You deserve the best party ever."

"You're too much." I hugged Tom tightly. "But really, all this for me?" I eyed him intently.

"Well, we thought you deserved it, you know, making Doug so happy." His tilted his head towards Dougie, who was having a beer with Harry and Lauren(who's already of age, I'm still freakin' 17!).

"Tom, we've only been going out for-" I paused to think how long it was since our first date, which the day before Halloween. "A month."

"Not according to him." I raised an eyebrow, "He said that it was 3 weeks before that, when you had breakfast together." I smiled, our first kiss, that's the only thing I can really thank Janice for doing. To get her to shut her mouth, he kissed me. In front of the school grounds, in front of the league of sluts and everyone there.

I bit my lip to try and avoid the growing blush on my cheeks. Tom smirked, "Why am I not surprised?" He shook his head, "Congrats, Jo."

"Thanks Tom." I hugged him again, but smacked him on the shoulder when we unlocked our embrace.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his shoulder a bit.

"Spending all that money on me, you must be mental." I shook my head and walked to the bar. "Who does he think I am, the first lady? Must have spent enough to feed my family for 2 months," I huffed, "Crazy."

"Hi, Jo." I heard the shrill voice, and I froze like a statue. Janice Kinston. "It's such a great party, but for such a worthless cause. I mean, you graduated early, people do it all the time. I mean, it's just for you, seems a like a waste of money to me." There was the bomb, she had pointed out that all of the this was pointless. "I mean, if it was for the entire class, then it would be awesome, but for you." She huffed, "Please."

"Well," I turned to her, with all the hate I could muster, "We could hold a 'Skinny Bitch' celebration, and it'd be just for you." I said in a fake cheery tone. "How 'bout that, Miss. 'If it's not for me, I'll just burn everyone else's cheer to bits'."

"Get bent." She shot back and I crossed my arms over my chest, a smug smile crossed my lips. Doesn't she know to give up, I beat her all the time.

"You know, you really need to brush up on your American lingo, cause it sucks. 'Get bent' is something you should tell a boy." I said like she was a little kid, which wasn't hard, since I'm taller then her. "So you can go fly a kite then shove it up that space between your legs for storage when you're done with it, kay?" I whirled around and heard her spatter, because she had just been hair whipped(Another plus of having long hair). I walked to Jewel, "God, why is she here?" I scoffed as I jabbed a thumb at Janice.

"Ask Danny." She said with the same force before downing a shot. "Sorry, it's just really annoying why he invited her."

"Oh, I can guess. And I'm gonna tear him a new one when I'm through with him." I rolled my eyes as I turned to the bartender and ordered a soda. I shook my head, "Other than Queen Bitch over there, how's school?"

"Fine, I guess." Jewel shrugged her shoulders. "It would be so much better if you were still there."

"Well, now I guess I have more time to start on my projects." Since Tom and Gia had been focusing on little chores or 'projects' to do, I thought why shouldn't I have one?

My goal is to go to beauty school and become a makeup artist. For that I needed plenty of practice. Jewel and Lauren had volunteer to be my subjects while I taught myself, but I needed more then just girls to test my skills on. But some (okay, most) of the guys I know, won't go 15 feet within a makeup product. I considered Tom and the boys, but they had spent enough time with it on their faces, I didn't want to push them. I got my soda and smiled.

"Speaking of the devil." Danny walked up, a smirk on his face. "You, me. Need to talk, now." I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to a secluded corner of the garden, "What the Hell is wrong with you?" I said, hoping I didn't make a scene.

"What did I do now?" he sounded like a four year old getting caught stealing form the cookie jar.

"You invited her." I emphasized the disgust on my face. "I swear my bad karma all adds up to her, bitching about this party."

"Who? Janice?" He asked, I love Danny like a big brother, but he's so fucking thick sometimes, it gets annoying.

"No, Michelle Obama. Duh, it's Janice. I mean I get it, she's-" I had to pause to muster what I was going to say, '-hot, but dude, she's made me schooling a living hell and is still making Jewel's the same." I shook my head.

"So you two don't get along-" Danny started, but I cut him off, I was on a roll for God's sake.

"Oh, you think it'd be all peaches and cream when Queenie found out I'm more popular then her. She almost ruined my life if it hadn't been for Dougie, and even then wondered why someone like him should be with someone like me. Now the party, to her it's not worth all of this for me. I mean, she's right it's such a small thing to celebrate, but-" I swallowed the rising tears. There was no way I was going to cry, over something so worthless.

"But you are worth it." I felt Danny's arms hug me. "You're definitely worth all of this, and you're the only one who doesn't seem to know it."

"What the Hell is wrong with you? Even I know I'm not worth this. I curse all the time, I'm impatient, a hothead, violent-"

"Clever, compassionate, understanding, gentle." I heard a new voice and I turned to see Dougie, he apparently had heard the entire conversation. "Danny's right, Jo. You do deserve this, and so much more." I smiled, he always knew how to make me feel better.

"You two," I paused, smiling even bigger then before, "Are so thick." They smirked, "Well, I'm gonna head back, since I still have to greet everyone else." I took in a deep breath before heading back.