Sometimes, it's hard being me. Knowing that the person I love is half-way across the world, with thousands-upon-thousands of screaming girls chasing after him 24/7. Well done Abi, do you know how to pick 'em? Thus is the life I lead, involved with one of the most sought after guys in the world right now? Yeah, I'm with Dylan Johns. But, sometimes that world can become distorted. It is full of power hungry demons that would stop at nothing to get revenge. Even death.

"Abi, I have to ask you something." Dylan's brown eyes bore into mine as we lay on his family couch. It was strange to think that I was lying down with a person that so many girls fantasize about being with. But, just sitting her with him. I felt complete. Is it that I was just so in love; or that his mom makes the best lasagne you will ever imagine. I couldn't imagine a happier, friendlier, loving place to be than with Dylan and his family. I was so happy, contempt even; even though I knew that in a few weeks time, Dylan and his whole entire family would be uprooted for a massive world tour. He and his three brothers formed 'teen sensation's Rock/DROP. (A/N Thanks To Jon who came up with the band name, I owe you bwiscwit)

Mike, the oldest at twenty-one; was lead guitarist and shared vocals. I loved this guy; he was so much like my big brother. I could tell him anything. When I was growing up next door to the guys, he used to take me to his room and teach me guitar...and tell me about embarrassing things his brothers had done. Josh, the second oldest. He just turned twenty. He was basically lead vocals...although none of the band would admit it. A very shy, cryptic person was Josh. He was the one I had a crush on when I was growing up. I could only smile about it now, as I was heavily involved with his younger brother. Then, in third place came Dylan. Dylan was my sweetheart at seventeen-going-on-eighteen. We worked quite well, seeing as I'm turning seventeen this fall. He once compared us to Rolph and Liesl from 'the sound of music'. Although I was quick to correct him by saying we weren't Austrian, and that he wasn't a Nazi. At least, I hope he's not a Nazi. Because, that would suck. Dylan played about every instrument on God's green earth. The cool ones anyway. He played guitar, bass, piano, drums, saxophone, flute, digery-doo and the baritone. He can also sing. Like the clappers. He always makes me sing with him. It gets really annoying. If I didn't love him as much as I do, I would have told him to shove it ages ago. Last but certainly not least was Paul. Paul was my age and my best friend growing up. He did everything else his brothers weren't doing at that particular moment. I sometimes felt quite sorry for him, as I don't think he's respected as much as the others. He's not in the back ground. Not in any sense, but I think because of his ripe old age of sixteen; people patronize him. Which is scary, because if they patronize him, wouldn't they patronize me?

Dylan's anticipant breathing brought me back into reality. I looked at his face, trying to read it. It was impossible; no wonder he had been in so many movies. "Abi." I laughed, he was so intense! The look of concentration on his face was laughable. Oh wait, I did laugh. Oops. "Yeah" I said while trying to suppress another laugh. "Are you okay with this?" he said. Kissing my forehead. "With what?" I questioned kissing him back. He looked distracted. I couldn't understand why. "With us leaving for a year" He said in a tone which would question my grade point average. "Oh well, I...uh..." I looked down. I wouldn't let him know how much his leaving hurt me. I know it was an unavoidable part of our relationship but, it still hurt. "Yeah, I guess." I said flatly finally meeting his gaze. He looked so pained. "Don't worry about me though." I said reassuringly. "Just worry about messing up on stage, okay?" I said, trying to bring some amusement to the conversation. But, strangely enough, it was already there all of a sudden...in his eyes. "Abi, you don't have to feel this way. You know that, don't you?" He played with a few strands of my hair. I smiled and took his hand and started tracing his palm with my fingers. "Yeah, but it's hard not to, you know?" I shrugged and he nodded, contemplating something. "I can assure you, you won't feel this way for the entire time we're gone." I cocked my head to the side. Again, trying to read his face. "Dylan, what are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you and me and you coming on tour with us..." He bit his lip, looking hopeful.

Wow, wow, wow. Wait a minute shall we? It's bad enough that Dylan and Paul were missing a whole year of school, what would they say about me missing one as well? And my parents? What would they do when I'm gone? Well, I suppose they have my brother. But he's Josh's age and pretty independent. "What about everything here?" I asked, summarising my thoughts into one simple sentence. "Taken care of. School; done. Your parents; done. Your boyfriend...Oh, wait; he's actually in the tour!" he said laughing. I couldn't believe how easy he made it sound. As if uprooting myself and leaving for a year was that...simple? I had to think about this. But, then again. It's a whole year away from school, homework, arguments with my parents. And a whole lot of Dylan. It seems like a brilliant plan after all. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I sighed and took it out. I had a text off and unknown number. Strange. I could sense Dylan reading over my shoulder, I was about to lecture him about people's privacy when I actually read the text.

Dear Abigail, So nice to hear you'll be coming on tour with us. Just in case you're wondering who this is; my names The Gunman. If you're unfamiliar with me, just ask your little boyfriend there. He knows all about me. Don't you Dylan? Well, until the tour then Princess. And remember, I'll be watching.

I was suddenly very glad that Dylan was reading over my shoulder.