Cayce's P.O.V:

So, thinking I could hike around my neighborhood in my wedges was probably not the absolute best idea. I barely made it out of my driveway when the heat and pain combined enough to make blisters on my feet. Oh my Jonas! That is a pain like no other! Ouch!

I couldn't bare the idea of climbing back up the driveway, so I slipped off my shoes and decided to endure the hot concrete instead. The warm stone beneath my feet actually felt so nice, wow. Well, I can meet the new neighbors barefoot. No big deal. I knew what general direction the moving van had gone, so I figured I could just walk that way until I saw it. The sun was beating relentless on me, pulling up my hair slowly into a messy bun. The entire way walking there, one by one, pieces of my earlier perfection were being extracted or molded in order to be more conforming to the heat, which is something I have been doing since I moved to Texas so long ago.

When it was my turn to figure out where the moving van had gone, I glanced around but it wasn't too hard to spot the house that had the empty boxes in the driveway. The moving crew were apparently done because the van was already trying to pull out of the driveway.

"Wow. Well, that was fast." I whispered to myself.

I laughed in my head silently; it wasn't even that funny but I guess the sun had made me somewhat delusional. When I ran to the end of the sidewalk and the beginning of their driveway, I tried to wipe off some possible raccoon eyes but decided, "Hey, at least I looked good at some point. Well, maybe they will love me for me!" It wasn't a perfect idea but it would work for now.

Before I even had to reach for the doorbell, it opened up to reveal a tall (well, tall for me) boy. Thankfully, it was a teenage boy.

With his back to me he yelled, "Mom, my room is already unpacked! If you need to worry about anyone it is Joe!"

"Uh. Uh. OMJ! Sorry, hi my name is Cayce. I live down the street, and sorry but you are Kevin Jonas!" I blurted. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have started out sounding like an obsessed fan…

He looked at me shocked. He obviously hadn't opened the door because he thought someone was there. Quickly, the expression on his face changed to confusion then understanding dawned on him.

"I don't mean to be rude, but we are having a really busy day so if you just come back tomorrow we can sign autographs and give you a free CD or something. Okay?" He really looked like he needed a break, so I wasn't going to push anything.

"No. No. Sorry to bother you, that is fine. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. I saw the moving van so I—I am just really sorry. I will just go. Have a nice day and welcome to Gentle Creek or Texas or…" I just kind of trailed off. Did I mention that babbling was another bad habit of mine?

He looked around and said, "Actually, why don't you walk down with me and" he looked down and we both noticed the boxes he was holding, "you can help me take these to the trash can. Sound good?" he finished with a smile.

Breathing easier, knowing I hadn't disrupted one of my favorite bands I let a smile slip out too, "Okay."

Enough said.

We both walked the trash to the curb carrying a box each and we talked. I started out asking why they had moved to Texas, and when I cracked a joke about Webkinz and a fellow obsess-e in my family, we knew we would be friends.

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Joe's P.O.V:

The occasional laughter echoing up from downstairs didn't mean anything to me. Staring at the white walls in my bedroom gave me a headache and I knew this would be just another prison. I let the words of my favorite artists fill me from the inside out. I had only taken the time to unpack my most precious of things- my stereo. That one girl was one piece of hope too bad she disappeared so quickly. I got up and put the song on pause. It seemed like just a figment of my imagination, I let her linger on my mind and melt into some of my other fantasies about everything: the perfect world, going back, that girl, and a rather nice bikini.

Ha ha, I am a guy. Can I help it?

Quietly smiling, I put my head back onto the mattress- I wasn't kidding when I said I hadn't unpacked- and laid down while the world went back to what it used to be, and…

Two full moons were out tonight, one in the sky and another one in the water. Reflected perfectly onto the lake, it was enough to make anyone breathless, even a Scrooge. Soft music played, "I don't believe that anybody can feel the way I do, about you now."

"You know that those lyrics could describe a lot right now…" a deep raspy voice replied.

A soft girly giggle was the only reply that made it through. Nothing had happened yet and as they stared each other in the eyes, there was a pause. Their eyes locked, and both people seemed to know, without thinking about it they knew. Leaning in slowly and with his hand on the back of her neck, she started to wrap her arms around his waist hoping to get closer than ever before. Her eyes closed as he tried to get one last look and she leaned enough for him to inhale that perfume he remembered so well.

"JOE!"

"Why couldn't that have been the one dream I get finish!?! God!" I yelled down the stairs seeing Frankie looking confused at the bottom of the stairs. I slammed the door and laid back down to a, sadly, dreamless sleep.