"Rhian! Rhian wake up please!" A dirty blonde girl shook her friend who was asleep. A girl with very dark brown hair (it looked black) opened her eyes. She was on her bed. She groaned and looked at her clock. It read: 7:00 am.

" Who the hell wakes someone up at 7 on a Saturday? What is wrong with you guys! This better be good!" Rhian demanded in an angry tone, looking at the girl who woke her up and the two other people in the room. One girl had pure blonde hair and violet colored eyes. She was smiling slightly. The other girl had strawberry blonde hair and bright green eyes. She was looking at Rhian with an excited look on her face, because of reasons Rhian would soon find out. The girl who woke her up had dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was grinning from ear to ear, which freaked Rhian out a bit. But then again, she'd seen that look a million times.

"Hilarie," Rhian said softly. Then she raised her voice to make it a yell," Why the hell did you wake me up!" Hilarie didn't look the least bit scared though. She looked at Rhian and her blue eyes met Rhian's hazel colored ones. And, though Rhian thought it wasn't possible, her grin grew even wider.

"Because…… WE WON!" Hilarie screamed, running and jumping around. The strawberry blonde did the same, though it was quieter than Hilarie's. The pure blonde just looked at them, her smile getting bigger. Rhian was just confused.

"We won… what exactly?" she said, looking at the three, obviously confused.

"We won a trip to -- " the pure blonde started. But Hilarie cut her off, saying, "We won A Day With Connect 3!" She and the strawberry blonde started squealing loudly. The strawberry blonde turned her head so her bright green eyes locked on Rhian's swaying figure.

"Thank you so much, Rhian!"

"Your welcome, Kayla," Rhian said, yawning. She was so tired. Then she opened her eyes wide. "Wait, what did I do?"

"You were the one who won the contest for us! I saw you signing the contest sheet!" Kayla giggled, not surprised at all that Rhian didn't remember. After all, she was Rhian.

"B-but I didn't sign any damn sheet! I only signed the thing that Hilarie--" Rhian slowly turned to Hilarie, glaring daggers at her. Hilarie froze. Rhian continued," The thing that Hilarie gave me. She said it was 'IMPORTANT' Take note of the Air Quotes," Rhian scoffed," I guess it was just some stupid contest sheet."

"Ehehe. He. Sorry?" Hilarie laughed nervously.

"I will kill you. But not right now. Too tired. This wasn't important enough to wake me up, guys!" Rhian sighed, plopping back down on her bed. Everything was silent so she thought that everyone had left to let her fall asleep and then wake up again at 12 or something, like a normal person. But, just as she was about to fall asleep, Hilarie jumped on her bed and started hitting her with pillows.

"Come on, silly! Let's go!" Rhian groaned.

"Go where, exactly? As far as I know, we aren't doing anything but picking up Cyan's drums, right?" she asked, looking at Cyan, the pure blonde. Cyan nodded.

"Those drums will just have to wait then, my friends!" Hilarie playfully scolded them, her hands on her hips," Because today's the day we spend with the Jonas Brothers!" Hilarie started giggling uncontrollably. Rhian shook her head.

'Stupid hyper-freak, so stupid. WAIT!' Rhian's eyes became wide. "TODAY?!" she said (almost yelled) loudly. Hilarie nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Kayla giggled and nodded too. Cyan just stood there, obviously amused at Rhian's reaction, but Rhian took that as a yes.

"What time are we supposed to meet the Idiot Brothers, Kay?" Rhian asked Kayla.

"Umm…8:45," Kayla replied, twirling a lock of her long hair.

"Did you just call Connect 3 IDIOTS?! How dare you! Never say that again!" Hilarie burst out, glaring at Rhian. The said girl just shrugged in response.

"Fine. They are now the Jonas Bimbos, OK?"

"Don't call them that either! It's rude!"

"But it isn't a bad word, Hil," Rhian said innocently, blinking her long eyelashes at Hilarie.

"Fine," Hilarie grumbled. Rhian smiled triumphantly. She took her attention off Hilarie and turned to Kayla." Where's the damn thing, anyway?"

"It's near Central Park, Rhi. We can walk there," Kayla stated.

"Damn it. I hate walking. Or anything that involves me moving from my bed. Like now."

Kayla suddenly remembered something. She turned her attention to Cyan, who was staring out the window." What's the time, Cy?" she asked, curious.

"7:30," Cyan replied simply. Hilarie started screaming like crazy. She had forgotten about her previous argument with Rhian, obviously.

"Shut the hell up, Hilarie!" Rhian yelled, throwing a pillow at her. It hit Hilarie square in the face and she fell backwards. She stopped screaming. She took the pillow off her face, not caring that it hit her.

"Kayla! We have one hour to get ready! ONE HOUR!" Hilarie screamed. Kayla's green eyes became wide.

"What? We have to go!"

"Ummm… Duh!"

"…"

"Hurry! HURRY!" Hilarie screamed and ran out of Rhian's room and up a flight of winding stairs. Kayla did the same, while Cyan just walked. Rhian sighed and lied down. ' Finally,' she thought.' Now I can fall aslee—' Rhian's thoughts got cut off as Hilarie jumped on her bed again.

"You too, silly! We can't go without you!" she exclaimed.

"Fine," Rhian grumbled. She was so NOT a morning person.

"La La La La La !" Hilarie sang as she skipped up the stairs, with Rhian trudging behind her.

"Let's get this damn day over already," Rhian grumbled as she reached the top of the flight of stairs. To her left was yet another flight of stairs and to her right were two big glass doors. She went to the glass doors with Hilarie skipping right behind her. She opened the doors. Hilarie ran inside and at once got lost in a maze of clothes. Everywhere you looked there were normal shirts, t-shirts, blouses, tank tops, dressy blouses, tube tops, spaghetti strapped tops, halter-tops, long sleeved shirts and so many more kinds of shirts. And there were vests, jackets, scarves and much more. And there were flats and boots and sneakers and flip-flops of every color. And there were so many different colored jeans. From the color of Snow White to Midnight Black. There were even colors that Rhian didn't know how to describe and some that Hilarie had to name herself (ex. Hilarie color No. 1, No.2). And there were Capri's, shorts, and skirts, everything like that. And so many accessories! In one corner or the huge closet (It took up the whole floor!) were the girls' bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and every other possible kind of jewelry. Basically , it was like the girls owned the whole entire Earth's wardrobe. And it was messy too. Probably the only things untouched in the clothing section were the formal dresses. Hilarie only wore un-formal dresses. But no one would touch the formal ones. But what the Rhian hated the most, even more than the formal dresses, were the Feet Demons, as she liked to call them, or high heels. It, along with the formal dresses, were the only things that were clean. Or, at least, not on the floor. Rhian sighed for what she thought was the millionth time this morning.

"This is gonna be the boringest (Is that even a word? Ok, never mind) day ever."

And maybe, to Rhian, that was true. But it was the start of much more fun adventures.