"Okay, guys. As this amazing night is coming to an end, I just really want to let every single one of you know how much I appreciate you. I literally couldn't have done this without you guys! So, on that note, you all should know that no matter what... we're better together," Austin Moon said enthusiastically into his microphone. The whole crowd began to cheer.

There was one girl who had caught his attention though, who was doing her own thing. She was dancing like crazy, jumping up and down, and singing along as if she was alone in her room. How inspirational, Austin thought. "Like the sun needs a world to shine on -" He sang, "You're the bright side of everyday," He pointed out to the crowd, but his eyes were glued to her.

The whole audience was filled from head to toe with excitement once he finished that song. After he gave a closing speech, he went backstage and starting chugging down water. "One more song! One more song!" The thousands of screaming fans cheered for an encore, and who was he to deny them.

Austin ran back out on stage. "I guess I can manage one more song since this California crowd is just so fantastic!" Cheering. "This song goes out to my songwriter, and one of my closest friends, Ally Dawson! She helped inspired this song out of me." The music for 'Not A Love Song' began to play, and everyone in the audience started to clap along with the beat.

As he was singing, he noticed the girl from earlier trying to push her way through the crowd, towards the exit. Her fingers were plugging her ears, and he didn't know what the problem was. Women, he thought, and continued on.

Once the girl was past the exit and making her way to the nearest Subway station, she dialed her mom's number.

"Hello-?" A sleepy voice on the other end of the line answered.

"Mom? What's going on? Is everything all right?"

"What? Emma, yeah, of course everything is."

Emma sighed, and tucked a loose curl that hung in her face behind her ear. She began massaging her temples. "Why did you tell me to call you then?" She tried to conceal the annoyance in her tone. In the background, you could hear a little kid go, "Mo-o-o-m!"

Her mother didn't answer for a while then said, "Oh, right. Can you stop by the supermarket on your way home and pick up some milk for the morning?" By this time, Emma almost had smoke shooting out of her nostrils, but she took a deep breath and told her mom that she would. "Thanks, hun. You know I would if..."

"Yeah, Mom. I understand."

And she did. Being a single parent with 5 kids is rough, and being the oldest, Emma wanted to help her mom out when she could. Even if she couldn't relate, she knew what a pain in the ass it would be when Lydia and Jayce, the two littlest, woke up without milk for their Cookie Crunch cereal in the morning.

Although Emma remembered bits and pieces of her father, she didn't know too much, except that he left. After she became old enough to comprehend that properly, Emma wasn't too keen on the idea of learning any more.

Most seats on the subway were filled at this time of night, so she stood. Her stop was only two away anyways, but after standing at that concert for about four or five hours, Emma would have given anything to kicked her feet up and relaxed for even a couple of minutes.

Until the subway stopped.

And stayed stopped for thirty minutes, at least.

When the subway finally started moving again, the clock on her phone read 10:45. If she had stayed for the full concert, Emma probably would've been passed out in her cozy bed already. So much for the Meet and Greet opportunity after the show, but it isn't like she had her hopes up too high any how. This was a typical Mom stunt, and Emma played into it, like every other time.

She only had to walk about two blocks before hitting the supermarket, which was conveniently only another three blocks from their apartment. When the subway was parked, Emma had slipped on a giant sweatshirt, and put her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She made a bee-line for the milk in the back aisles of the store. Even if she was just standing for hours at a time, when motivated, she could run.

Emma took out her phone, and checked the time. She had fifteen minutes until curfew, but Mom would understand if she was a couple minutes late. It wasn't her fault the subway was stalled, and it was her mother's idea for her to stop and grab milk on the way home anyways. That was good enough reason for her.

With her head down and still bolting through the aisles, Emma just collided with a guy who was in the process of grabbing a can of chicken noodle soup. He was pushed back a little bit, but Emma pretty much lost her balance and fell on her ass. The guy leaned down, offered out a hand, and helped her up. If the supermarket lights weren't so damn bright, maybe she would've been able to see his face earlier on.

"Are you okay?" The guy asked.

"Me? I'm the one who ran into you, remember?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'm not the one who fell smack on my ass." Emma could feel her cheeks heating up, and she thinks he noticed too, because he changed the subject. "So my rock hard abs didn't beat you up too much?" He said with a smirk.

She started to smile, and responded with, "Well, I might come out with a few bruises, but I think I'll be alright."

After that, Emma began to get used to the obnoxiously bright lights over head and thought she saw Austin Moon standing in front of her. I didn't think I hit my head, but maybe I did... She thought, in confusion.

They just stood there awkwardly for a minute or two before Emma realized why she was there in the first place. "I actually have to go, tight schedule, you see."

"Ah, understandable."

"So, I'll see you around - ?"

His head drooped a little bit. The guy answered, "Actually, I was just here on vacation. Do you think I could get your email?" He started to perk up again.

The idea of a cute guy getting nervous about talking to her made Emma smile herself. "What?" She said, "No phone number?"

"Limited texting," He tried to explain.

"Understandable," Emma said with a smirk on her face. She took a pen out of the bag she had brought with her to the concert, and wrote down her email on his arm.

"Thanks!" He exclaimed.

Then, Emma went and got the carton of milk, and left.