The timing may be off by song release dates due to his age. For example I might say he's just wrote a new song when he actually wrote it a few years ago etc.

Summary extended; After The Bamboozle Roadshow finishes Christofer Drew thinks it's time for a break from living in Joplin so he takes a chance and moves to Summerland, California. Who's the brown haired beauty who lives in the house next to him? Is there a chance of love between them?

Chris POV

My name is Christofer Drew Ingle, most know me as Christofer Drew though and quite frankly, I'm bored. I got bored of Joplin, I got bored of doing nothing so I packed up the little clothes I have, my ukelele and booked a flight to Summerland in California. I'd already bought a small house over there, only one bedroom and right on the beach. Summerland may have a small population but it's what I need right at this moment. My family weren't surprised about me moving, I'm usually on tour so it didn't come as a big deal. As long as I phoned them once a week they'd deal with it.

The plane was starting to land now, it was a good thing to, I was in some serious need of a star bucks and a cigarette. As the plane touched the ground I closed my eyes as the impact shook through the plane. I waited till everyone was off the plane then I walked off, trying to avoid crowds as much as possible. In the off chance that anyone would recognize me I put on sunglasses, hoping to disguise my face. Sometimes the fans were to much, some were nice but others were over the top and clingy.

My small brown suitcase came into my view as it went round the revolver with everyone elses suitcases. I grabbed it off the revolver and walked through the airport until I saw a Starbucks. Perfect I thought. "Excuse me, can I have a Mocha Frappuccino to go please?" I asked the man behind the counter.

"Sure. Hey, your Christofer Drew right, the dude out of NeverShoutNever?" The boy asked me. Whilst writing down my order and passing it onto someone else.

"Yeah man," I said back, keeping my voice low.

"My little sister, she's 19, she loves your music. She thinks your awesome, I think she saw you in a few shows during The Bamboozle Roadshow. I don't suppose you'd give me your autograph for her?" Once I nodded he passed a piece of paper and pen to me "Her name's Joanne," he said smiling. "So, what are you doing here?" He asked me as I handed him back the now signed piece of paper.

"I live here now, I guess." I told him. He sat the to-go cup of coffee on the desk. "It was nice meeting you Steven," I said looking at his name tag. "Bye," I shouted over my shoulder as I walked away.

I wrote instructions down before I left Joplin telling me what bus to get from the airport to my new house since I didn't own a car. I grabbed my beanie out my bag and shoved it on my head and pulled my hood up, disguising myself. The bus only took over half a hour till it pulled up to my stop. It was a short 10 minute walk from the bus stop to my new house.

When I approached my house I smiled and pulled out the keys. This was my first chance at freedom. I was glad I bought it all ready furnished, I wasn't good with buying clothes or furniture or even food. I dumped my bag of clothes on my bed and sat my ukulele propped up against a wall next to my sofa in the living. Life is good I thought as I lit up a cigarette. Coffee and cigarettes, the only thing I needed. I began humming a tune into myself, trying to find the words to go with it. Grabbing my ukulele, I played the notes coming into my head and softly sang the words that went along with it.

There we had it, a new song. NeverShoutNever weren't booked into the studio for another 6 months, even then it was back in Joplin but I always started writing the songs early. If I wrote them earlier I'd always have more to choose from.

I pulled my phone out my pocket and dialled my mama's number. "Hello Chris, are you there?" I heard her voice ask through the phone.

"Hey mama, I'm here. Every things awesome, I just wanted to call up and tell you everythings okay, you don't have to worry," I reassured her.

"I know you can take car of yourself, dear." I heard mumbling in the background. "Your sisters and your father say they love you," she whispered. I could tell she was going to cry.

"I love you all, I better go but I'll phone soon. Take care," I told her then hung up the phone.

My sister's would take care of her, they'd make sure she was okay, I still felt guilty though.

I took went outside and walked towards the beach. Lots of people were around and kids screaming as the cold water touched them. The sun shined down creating the perfect atmosphere as I sat down on the sand up the top of the beach and lit up another cigarette.

I heard footsteps come closer to me then a figure sat down. I kept my head down, looking at the ground as I inhaled the smoke into my lungs, keeping my eyes away from the stranger. "You know, smoking's bad for you." A feminine voice said. I looked up to her about to give a witty reply when I came face to face with her I looked into her brown milky eyes and for the first time in my life, I didn't know what to say.

Joanne POV

I sat in Starbucks having a free lunch with my brother since he worked there and it was his break. "You'll never guess who came in today, Joanne," Steven said trailing off.

"Britney Spears?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Very funny. Christofer Drew came in," he stated.

I choked on the coffee I was drinking. "Are you being serious?" I asked him. It was probably just Steven having a laugh again.

"Nope, I even got him to sign a autograph for you. I was surprised, I expected him to be ignorant but he was really nice. He started off being shy but then he was pretty cool. He's moved here," Steven said, handing me a piece of paper.

I opened it up to find it was Christofer's autograph. "Thank you, thank you thank you," I rushed out.

"Not a problem, I better get back to work. I'll see you next Monday for lunch. Bye, sis," Steven said walking away.

I shoved the autograph in my bag then went out to my car and drove home. I lived basically on the beach. I spend pretty much all my time on the beach, simply thinking about life.

I parked my car outside my house then trotted down to the beach. I saw a figure sitting on the beach smoking. I walked over and sat next to him. He put his head down and didn't look up at me, I frowned at that. "You know, smoking's bad for you," I informed him.

He lifted his head, preparing to give a comeback but paused. I felt my eyes widen as I saw his face. It was Christofer Drew, right in front of me. I just told Christofer Drew smoking is bad. I looked into his brown eyes and it felt as if it was only us on this Californian beach.