I stood up from the couch. Marissa would come running down any minute and scream, "I WON THE TICKETS!"

I just knew it. Marissa was trying out this Kiss FM contest for tickets to a Sweetrubbish concert.

Sweetrubbish was this 'awesome' new band that was dicovered somewhere in England. They were this cool British band, (coughcoughMUSEcoughcough), and they also formed here in America...but supposedly they weren't accepted as good here in America and they flew off to England, got super famous in Brittian, then ditched the country who actually appreciated them and flew back over here to America, and demanded their limelight.

Awesome band, right?

Well, anyways, Marisa rushed downstairs and chucked the phone at me. "I can't say it!" she moaned, "You!"

"Is it on?" I whispered, frantically.

"Yes!" she mouthed. "Hurry!"

So I slammed the phone against my ear. "Excuse me? Sorry. Bad reception." I said as I silently glared at Marissa.

The man on the other end said, "Name, please?"

"Oh. Sammy. My name is Sammy." I said.

"Okay, then. Here's a trick question...who layed the egg first-the chicken or the egg?"

That's stupid. No one new the answer to that!

Waiiit a minute-Who layed the egg first?

"Sammy, ten more seconds." he said.

"Hurry!" Marissa said. "Just say the egg came first!"

But it was the chicken, because ob-viously the chicken layed it first.

"Chicken." I said. "The chicken."

"No!" Marissa cried. "Sammy!"

"Annnnnd...That is CORRRRECT!"
Marissa stopped."What?" she said.

The man continued, "We said it differently-we said 'who layyyyyyyed the egg first when it was really who cammmmme first-the chicken or the egg-but you knew that we said it wrong and you answered the chickkkkken but if it was who cammmme first you probably would have said the eeeeeee-"

I spoke into the speaker, calmly, "I know."

The man laughed. "Someone's in a hurry, eh? I'm busy, too, today, you know, first I-"

"Excuse me," I cut off."T-Remind me again what band I'll be getting tickets to see?"

"Uhm...Sweetrubbish?" he laughed nervously, (probably afraid I was going to embarrass him again on a national radio station.)

"And..." I spoke. "How many, again?"

"Uhhhh. Five?" he said, again, nervously.

"Cool. How do I get them?" I asked.

"We'll switch the broadcast so only we can hear you, and you can tell us your email and we can email the tickets 'sitLET'SSWITCHNOWJERRY!" the man yelled. Then he added, "Okay," he said, "Tell me your email, Sammy, and we'll email it to you." so I told the man my email address and he said, "Alrighty. We'll send the tickets right on over..."

I quickly checked my email on Marissa computer and said into the phone, "Well, I'm so excited I won!" I said. "Nowbye!"

"Okay enj-" but I hung up anyways.

Marissa stared at the screen on the computer. "Sammy- five tickets!"

"Cool?" I say, not really knowing why it mattered that much.

She hit print and said, "You, me, Billy, Casey, and DANNY!"

"Whoopee." I said, sarcastically.

She took the paper with five tickets out of the printer and held it to her heart, "It's like destiny."

"Yeah," I said, taking the paper from her, "Destiny schmestiny. I won the tickets, didn't I? So shouldn't I pick who gets to come?"

Marissa pouts. "But I called them in.."

"But you would have said eeeeeegg." I laughed.

"Fine. But I'll never forgive you."

I laughed again. "Fine. They can come-but only if you call them up and invite 'em."

"Deal." she said.

Marissa grabbed the phone and called them up. First, she called Billy and obviously he could come. But then she called Danny and started to panic. "Ohno. Ohno. What if he says no, or I-"

"Calm down, Marissa." I said. "The worst thing that could happen is he could reject you and then make fun of for the rest of your life."

"What?" she cried. But the speaker-phone-ified phone's ringing picked up. "Hey?" Danny's voice.

"Oh, h-heeyy." Marissa said shakily.

Danny asked, "Hey, Marissa. What's up?"

"Well...!ImeanI'scomingandpro'llyCaseytooplease?"

"Uhm. A concert, you say? Sweetrubbish?
"Y-yeah." Marissa looked like she was going to cry since she just acted like an idiot.

I patted her on the back as Danny said sure and thanks and everythin and hung up.

Marissa sighed. "T-time to call Casey." she changed into a wicked smile.

"Oh, great."

Marissa called him up.

"Hello?" Casey said. "Marissa?" he sounded hopeful. Like he almost wished it was me. That made me feel weird inside. Considering the fact that I admited to myself a couple weeks ago that I wanted to kiss him at Brandon's pool party. After that things got strange for us. Especially because his dad is now dating my mom...

"Say something." I whispered, but i nstead of doing just that, she shoved the phone in my hands.

"Hey!" I said immediately, hand-slitting my throat to show Marissa she was dead. She wiggled her eyebrows like, "What'cha gonna do, foo?"

"Sammy?" his voice seemed brighter. Happier. Less confused-and-worried.

"Yeah uhm...I was just calling because I have a couple tickets to see Sweetrubbish perform tonight and I wanted to know if you could come? With Billy, Danny, and, of course, Marissa."

I could hear the invisible voice in his voice, 'And you picked me?'

"So..." I said, awkwardly.

"So I'll come." he said. "and thanks! This will be fun..I mean...you know. It just sounds like fun. A little break from school."

I just realized I hadn't spoken to him since the summer. It was almost the end of September now.

"Yeah." I said nodding. "It will."

So we hung up, and I had to hear a whole speil about how my conversation with my crush turned out just fine, but her conversation broke like the bridge she was building in her heart...blah blah. Half of it sounded like she copied it out of our l.a book or a poetry book. Whatever.

So to spend the rest of the day, we both watched Twilight a million times, and repeating the part where Edward said, "You can Google it," over and over, so it sounded like, "You can GoogYou can GoogYou can Google it" really fast. Then, because I'd been tortured enough, we watched Pirates of the Carribbean, followed by The Dark Knight. And to end the night of 'fun' movies, Marissa forced me to watch a Hills marathon on MTV. And boy, even though I hated it, Spencer is a creep. (Not that it was interesting or anything, seriously.)

Moving on. Casey, Billy and Danny arrived while Lauren was having a birthday party in bikinis and Lo and Audrina kept fighting. Of course, Billy had to make some gross jokes and comments, and made us exactly twelve minutes late for Sweetrubbish.

"Okay." I said standing up from the couch. "Can we go now? You can stay and watch, Billy, no one will mind."

We all snickered and Billy got up. "This is gonna cost you."

"One buck at Redbox to rent you the whole season DVD?" I laughed. "I'll risk it."

So we all headed out to Danny's house so his older brother, Cam, could drop us off.

We all piled into Cam's old beat up BMW (which he acted like it was still sparkling clean. He called it 'Benny the Beemer').

After Cam droped us off, we gave the tickets at the ticketbooth and headed inside.

"God, it is crowwwwwwwded in here." Billy said, putting his arm around me. Casey looked at us weirdly, and I shoved off his arm. "Stop being embarrassing and watch," I said, as the lead singer with purple spiked hair came on stage with his band behind him. I swear, they should've been named NeonDy 'cause their hair was just crazy.

Anyways, we're all kinda getting into the concert. The lead singer, Xeslie (it was probably Leslie before the band), said, "Hey everyone! Thanks for coming, but not for the memories 'cause that's Fall Out Boy and they're OUT and we're IN!" the crowd cheered.

"Way to be bigheaded." Casey mutters next to me.

I laughed. "You mean neon-headed?" I asked.

He laughed out loud. "Yeah..." he said, taking my hand. But he didn't look too much into the concert... He looked liked he was thinking about something different.

The song began soon, and it was called "Later, Lover". It was a fast-paced song about saying, well, Later, person-who-I-used-to-love-but-can't-seem-to-let-me-go.

"You wrote me love notes and signed off with a heart, "

I turned to ask Marissa is she was having fun, but she was a couple people away from me, laughing with Danny. I sighed. And Billy was somewhere in the front, acting drunk. That left me alone with...

"But baby, texting is in so that was the end of the start."

I faced Casey, who had let go of my hand. "Having fun?" I asked.

He grinned. "Why wouldn't I? You're here."

My heart stoped for a second or two. I finally managed to smile and say, "Great." I quickly turned back to the concert.

"But now here's an awkward moment to stand in... You're still holding my hand wasn't that forBIDDENNNNNN?"

Was it forbidden for Casey to hold my hand because of our parents?

"And so I pull away to sayyyyy...

LATER LOVER, MY HEART GOES TO ANOTHER, LATER LOVER, I'D RATHER KISS MY MOTHER. LATER LOVER, GO FIND ANOTHER GUY TO SMOTHER, LATER LOVER, LATER LOVER!"

Ouch! Rather kiss my mother? Another guy to smother? These were cruel ways to say, I don't like you anymore to a guy.

NeonDy sang some more, then sang the harsh chorus some more, then finished up the song. Casey turned to me. "I...uh..." he didn't say anything.

"Yeah?" I asked. But another song started up so we both turned to it.

"This one's called "Speechless"...it's kinda slow but we'll fasten things up a bit afterwards."

The crowd cheered but queited down (a bit).

"Things I'll always remember about you...if just the one thing you don't know that you do..."

"You bring me CLOSER and closer and make me act like a fool...but sometimes I wonder am I a tool... Or are you?"

Casey took my hand, gently squeezing it so the insides of my fingertips felt electrified- the shock went up and down my body.

But I liked it.

"So please tell me, clearly, when I wanna say I miss you why do I leave-out a part of me? I'm speechless around you, can't you see?"

Casey turned to me. It seemed like we were the only people on Earth right now because of the way he stared into my eyes.

"Sammy...just for the couple weeks I didn't see you...I...missed you."

I smiled. He took my other hand.

"So did I." I said. "and thanks, Casey, for saying that."

The song "Spechless" must have been short because it quickly ended.

"AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE SONG CALLED 'WE GOT IT OVER WITH!'" Xeslie said.

Casey grinned at me, and I grinned back, like we were both thinking the same thing.

But even though we were, I said, "Now let's have fun!" and we began dancing like idiots.

Because that's what we were. Idiots. Two idiots who had totally fallen for each other.