[ OKAY. So I didn't even notice that my last chapter got 20+ reviews! Thank you so much. For that I continued writing. If you think that chapter was good, then this will be so much better. I didn't like the first chapter really :( Also, I'm changing perspectives; Writing "yourname" and "you" is slowing me down lol & it kinda takes from the reality aspect of the story, so your new name is Alaina Moretti. (Uh-lane-uh More-et-ee) and it's all YOUR perspective. If you don't like this then just pretend your name is Alaina, done. :P

~ For some reason the first chapter to this story isn't coming up so I can't add on to it there. here's the link to the first chapter:

www. fanfiction. net/s/7000018/1/first_iconic_boyz_story_is_it_good_xo (Without Spaces) ]

I am so glad it was a weekend, I got barely any sleep! I kept thinking about... him. It was so unreal. I couldn't believe that I ran into one of the most cutest guys in the world. I kept playing it over in over in my head. I hadn't told anyone. Not yet, If I told my mom she'd never let me go hang out with Trinny out in town again. Maybe I should keep this a secret? It wouldn't be the first time my mom would ruin things for me.

I could already smell the linger of bacon and scrambled eggs from downstairs creeping up on me coming through the crack in my door. Come to think of it, I was somewhat hungry. I didn't eat anything when I got home yesterday. I ran straight home. I might check and see what happened to Trinny, too.

Lazily I pulled myself out of bed. I didn't even bother to change right away. It was a weekend. I wasn't going anywhere. Or so I thought I wasn't. I pulled up an old chair from in my closet and sat in front of my old desk top computer. My laptop wasn't dead.

But before I could even think about Facebook notifications, I remembered. He had my number. Maybe he'd texted me? Guys like him you obviously don't want to keep waiting. I don't know him very well but he just seemed so sweet and caring right off the bat. But my phone wasn't with me. Maybe my mom had seen it. Groaning, I went down stairs. The scent of sweet, sizziling bacon surrounded me. Yum. "Hey, Mom?" I asked my Mom, with a bit of a sleepy voice. "Do you have any clue where my phone's at?"

"Alaina, you just woke up and all you can worry about is your phone? Sit down, eat some bacon, drink some juice, we've got something to talk about."

My heart sank. I didn't do anything wrong.. Well..

"Erm, yeah?" I asked with an edge of unsureness. I took a bite of the crispy bacon. Pretty good, coming from my unmiraculous cook of my Mother.

"Who's this 'Vincent' kid in your phone? He sent you two messages last night, and-"

I coughed violently. My mom had my phone. She was on to me.

"...and one just a few minutes ago. Don't choke, what's going on? Who is he?"

I gasped for air. "Mom! Why do you have my phone in the first place? Can't you respect my privacy just a little?"

"Alaina, please. I'm your mother. I could take this phone away from you easily as fast as I gave it to you. Priveliges are priveliges, now can you tell me who he is?"

How did I go about explaining this to her? Yeah, well, I kinda lost my best friend in town the other day and while wandering around alone looking for her, I crashed into him and he seemed really nice and I told him I was looking for her and he cared so much and I just happened to give my phone number to a cute, popular stranger.

"Mom, last night I lost sight of Trina and I went looking for her a bit. He bumped into me and I told him I was looking for her and he was really sweet and we sort of exchanged numbers."

My mom stared at me in disbelief. "You gave your number to a stranger because he seemed sweet? Alaina, I don't like being lied to, he isn't even a contact in your phone!"

"He's not yet!" I protested. I pryed the phone away from her hands into my own. "I don't know why you're upset, it's not like I gave him a bio about my personal information."

"You don't even know who he is!" Mom shot back.

"Uh, actually, I do. His name is Vinny Castronovo and he happens to dance on a TV show being filmed around here somewhere in California. Thousands of other girls would die for his number. Can I talk to him at least?"

My mom was giving me the death glare. "Okay. But if he's so famous as you claim then don't bug him too much, I don't want people thinking my daughter chases famous boys all day."

I squealed in delight. I couldn't have been happier. My mom actually gave me permission to text Vinny Castronovo. This day couldn't go wrong.

Still nibbling on bacon, I scrolled through my inbox, peeling my eyes for any numbers that weren't added to my phone. Bingo. Found his message. First I added him to my contacts. Then I read:

Vinny: hey! how is ur sat going? do u have any plans for tonight? Geo said I could invite a few guests over to watch us rehearse for the show

OOOH CLIFFHANGER. Review it if you liked it! Lolol. Any feedback is GRAND, I appreciate it. I'm really trying to pick up on this story. More VINNY and the boyz in the next chapter. A lot more.