"I'm gonna do it." 13 year old Carlos Garcia warned me.

"C'mon, Carlos, don't. You'll break your neck." I called back.

Carlos must not be thinking today. Jumping out of a 10 foot tall tree into the grass, he's out of his mind! He put on his hockey helmet and tapped it twice. "Carlos!" I yelped as he leaped out of the tree. He landed on his feet, unharmed. To him, he failed. I was just glad he was alive.

"Man! It didn't work!" He pouted folding his arms over his chest.

"I knew it wouldn't," I tried convincing him to not try again.

"It will work!" He said determined and climbed back up the tree before I could protest.

"What does he think he's doing?" 13 year old Kendall Knight, one of my other best friends, asked me. 13 year old Logan Mitchell and 13 year old James Diamond followed him.

"He thinks he can jump over the slide if he jumps out of this tree." I explained.

"Jamie, why did you let him?"

"You don't seriously think I'd let him do this if I knew about it?" I placed my hands on my hips.

"No, I guess not." he looked at the ground.

"Carlos! Don't do it again!" Logan warned, "You're most likely to get hurt.

"Aw, you're no fun, Logan." He whined while climbing back down.

"Looks like Carlos is listening, for once." James commented while combing his long-ish bangs.

In case you didn't notice, Carlos is a total moron. He's always trying something crazy and never turns down a dare. His signature black hockey helmet was supposed to "protect him". Honestly, I don't know why we're friends.

Logan is the smartest out of us all. He usually convinces us to stop doing whatever it is we're doing. On rare occasions, he joins in without protest. He, somehow, always manages to help get us out of trouble.

James is our pretty-boy. He couldn't even go one day without looking at himself in a mirror. James always has his special lucky comb with him. He got it only a year ago and never leaves home without it, ever.

Kendall is our schemer. His middle name might as well be 'Trouble'. He may be my favorite, but there's never a day that Kendall doesn't screw something up.

You may be wondering who I am. My name is Jamie Dallas. I am 16 years old and I met the guys when I moved from New Jersey about 8 years ago.

I have the darkest, straight blonde hair. My emerald green eyes help me stand out from a crowd. Since I hang out with guys, mostly, I have a tom boy-ish style to me.

The story I just told you happened 3 years ago. I am now 15 and the guys are somewhere in California doing who-knows-what.

They had gone to auditions to help make James' pop star dream come true. Well, it worked, but they all left. Leaving me alone.

It had been three weeks since I've heard anything from them. That is until I got an email from Logan.

Hey, Jamie. We've been thinking about you a lot lately and want you to come to California. Just because you're in Minnesota doesn't mean we can't still hang out.

~Logan :)

That email meant more to me than anything else had. The fact that they had still remembered me. I felt incredibly amazing the rest of the day.

"Jamie, sweetie, you okay?" My father asked looking at the laptop screen.

"I feel great, dad, thanks for asking." I smiled brightly.

"Logan. . . Logan Mitchell? Didn't he and the others go to California?" he asked with his famous British accent.

"Yeah, they want me to go see them, would that be okay?" I replied with mine.

"Sure." he responded without a second though.

"Really?"

"Of course, only if Justice and Hallie come along with you."

Justice Dallas is my 23 year old sister. I am like a mini version of her, but she prefers skirts and heels while I like skinny jeans and sneakers. Even though we have our differences we get along.

Hallie Dallas is my amazing cousin. She lives with us because my aunt and uncle travel a lot. She's my age, an only child, and has had a crush on James ever since we turned 13. Her style is in the middle of mine and Justice's. Her jet black hair and sky blue eyes were two of the many things James liked about her.

Yes, they like each other. No, they won't admit it.

"Is that alright?" Dad waited impatiently for my answer.

Hallie and Justice had been listening from the kitchen, "YES!" They cried out.

"Then it's settled. Pack your things, girls, you're going to California."