"I don't wanna be okay,

I wanna wake up feeling beautiful, today," I sang softly, jotting down the words and the melody in my notebook.

"Mitchie! HotTunes is on!" my mom called up the stairs. With a squeal, I shoved my songbook aside and lunged for my remote, punching in the channel number.

"And this Saturday morning on HotTunes, we have an exclusive with Shane Grey- Hollywood's newest bad boy. Stay tuned to hea-" I cut off the announcer as I clicked off the television. Hearing about him makes me want to hurl. Suddenly my door was flung open.

"Michaela Marie Torres, get up!" My best friend, Sierra, announced as she marched into my bedroom.

"Si, I've been up since eight. You on the other hand, don't grace the world with your presence until around eleven. Why are you here?" I teased.

"We have to go shopping for your birthday dinner!" Oh joy. I just LOVE my birthday dinners. My seventeenth birthday dinner would be the same as every year; my relatives will come over, along with Sierra, and by the time my mom served dessert, somebody would wind up crying or leaving. At least my cousin Nate would be coming. He's kinda like my other half. But we haven't been able to see each other since he and IT started their band.

"Sierra, can't I just wear something I already have?" She gasped with faux offence.

"Absolutely not! Don't you want Nate to see you in a stunning new dress?"

"Why would Nate care? I think that's incest Si," I shuddered thinking of me and Nate together. He was practically my brother. Sierra froze as I said this, like a deer caught in headlights. What was with her? She shook it off though and continued.

"Still, you're going. Now, hurry up and get dressed." Groaning, I trudged to the closet and tried to piece together an outfit. I finally settled on a navy blue tank with a cardigan and some skinny jeans, with a pair of ballet flats. When I finished with my hair and makeup, Sierra inspected my attire "Hmmm..." She circled me slowly, looking me up and down,

"You've passed. Lets go, while we can still get a parking spot. I don't need to get mixed in with all those Christmas shoppers, ugh," She shuddered and I giggled at her dramatics.

Not too long later, we had arrived at the mall and found a decent parking spot. Sierra kept looking around as we walked into the mall, as if she was looking for someone.I glanced where she was searching and saw Mom. Wait, what? I turned to look again, but she was gone. Am I going insane? I hope not..

"Mitchie! Why don't we go to the food court?" Sierra suggested, sounding really awkward, like she was hiding something.

"Okay?" I shrugged it off and let her guide me to the food court. We sat down at a table and Sierra excused herself to go to the bathroom. As soon as she left, I became a little anxious. I was alone, at the mall, in December, which is when the crazy Christmas shoppers come out. Shudder. I was staring at a sign, and before I could react, two hands made their way around my eyes. I almost screamed, until I heard a very familiar voice whisper, "Guess who?" I whipped around in my seat and squealed.

"NATE!" I threw my arms around his neck and he picked me up, spinning me. "Oh my gosh, I've missed you SO much! Phone calls just aren't the same," I was so happy I had tears in my eyes. I hadn't seen Nate since we were fifteen, and I had missed him way too much.

"I've missed you too Kay, alot," Nate was the only one who could call me Kay, which came from Michaela.

"EHMAGAWD, IT'S NATE FROM CONNECT 3!" A random girl screamed at the top of her lungs. I looked at Nate, panicked.

"Now is when we run back to my limo," He dragged me off of the chair, and we started running to the door. Teenage girls raced after us like Tom after Jerry. I saw Sierra and my mom at the doors, smiling at us, then looking confused as we ran past. "Fans found me, we gotta go,thanks Aunt Connie!" Nate managed as we passed them. They stared after us, dumbfounded, as he pushed me into the limo. As soon as he got in, he slammed the door after him. Our eyes met, and we both started laughing.

"What's so funny?" A voice sounded from the front of the limo. Nate jumped up, tense, then relaxed. I looked at him, confused.

"Mitchie, meet Jason Bishop and Shane Grey," The two figures moved towards our end of the limo, and then I saw him.

"Mitch?" Oh crap.