Taylor:

"This isn't fair!" my little sister shouts out, frowning down at the pot containing her macaroni and cheese. "Why do you get a job but I can't?"

I shrug, trying my best to focus on the television, "I'm cooler than you. I mean, hell, I'll be meeting a bunch of celebrities soon!"

"I hate you… but you can cook. Help me with this!" she waves her arms around, trying to get me to come over. She can be so annoying sometimes.

"Emily! I have to watch this! It's extremely important!"

"No, it isn't!" she puts her hands on her hips like Mom always does. Oh, I'm scared now – not. "You're watching fucking Jersey Shore! It's not even a new one!"

"But Snooki is creating a lot of drama right now, it's intense."

"Taylor!"

"What? The Situation has to clean up the house now! I have to see this!"

"Come on, quit it!"

I sigh and stand up from the couch. What else am I going to do? "Fine, I'll help you."

She smiles, "Really? Thank you, Tay!"

"No problem, sweetie!" I sarcastically say. I walk over and complete the cheese process for her macaroni and cheese. It took me two seconds to do it, and then she was off to her room with a bowl of the cheesy goodness.

I grab a little bowl of it myself, because hey, if I had to help make it, I'm eating some! I walk upstairs to my bedroom and get to my computer. I'm just so obsessed with that guy. I actually feel bad for him having so many fans just like me who stalk him twenty-four seven and have their bedroom walls shrines dedicated to him. But I guess if you're a nice guy who's attractive with crazy talent, that's what you get.

I smile at how he responds to his fans. He's just so sweet to take the time out of his day to do this. I could see why he would do it a year ago, but nowadays his fame is complete madness. Just knowing that he tries to make fans happy daily has to make you feel like he's the best guy ever.

A new IM message appears on my screen and I sigh. My boyfriend is like me in a way. He has to know what I'm doing at all times like I have to know everything Justin is doing at all time. I literally love him with all of my heart, but I hate how he controls me. Not that I'd ever tell him that.

dparker7 (8:52:04): hey taylor :)

taylahhx (8:53:58): hi!

dparker7 (8:54:37): so what do u think about the movie l8r 2day?

taylahhx (8:54:59): its 2 late, isnt it?

dparker7 (8:55:48): idk i dont think so.

taylahhx (8:56:46): lol u think my mom would let me go at 9pm?

dparker7 (8:57:04): where is she?

taylahhx (8:58:35): idk, lol. ill text her, i think shes at work still.

My older sister Kristina comes running into my room with her earphones blaring. I don't see how she isn't deaf by the age of eighteen. "Taylor?"

I look up from the screen and flash my white teeth, "Yes?"

"Do you know where Mom is? Maybe even Dad?"

I shake my head, my hair flying around me, "I have no fucking clue where Mom is. Dad is somewhere outside in the dark. I was just about to text her to see if I could go to the movies with Danny."

Her eyebrows rose, "Now? At nine o'clock?"

"Yeah… why?"

"You think she'll let a couple of fifteen-year-olds out on a Friday night?" she snickers, "You're funny!"

"Shut up!" I pull out my phone and text our mother. I make sure to add in the movie part, just to prove to Kristina that she will let me go. I sit and wait for a reply, glancing at the Twitter homepage that's filling with tweets from and to Justin. My phone vibrates and I open the message, reading it aloud; "Hey sweetie! I'm on my way home now. You have tomorrow to spend time with him. See you soon."

Kristina laughs, "Told you! Now don't bug me, please. I'm in the middle of something."

"Wasting away your Friday night by blowing your hearing?"

"Funny," she sarcastically says as she walks back to her room.

I laugh, turning back to the computer, "Okay, have fun."

taylahhx (9:07:34): she said no. :(

dparker7 (9:08:05): ok. its cool. tomorrow we'll hang?

taylahhx (9:08:45): cant. i got the teen vogue internship.

dparker7 (9:09:36): u didnt tell me!

taylahhx (9:10:38): omg im sorry! i thought i did!

dparker7 (9:10:58): nope

dparker7 logged off at 9:11:07

My breath is lost. I can't breathe. I stare blankly at the screen for minutes. It's happening, again. Emily's music is blaring out of her room, even if both of our doors are closed. I feel a single tear fall from my left eye and I wipe it away quickly. He's angry for me not telling him about getting a fashion internship. I don't want to ever hurt him like he hurts me. I thank God that I didn't tell him in person. I don't think I would have been able to take it.

I stand up and lay down on my daybed. The white quilt is bitter against my pale skin as my eyes are locked at the ceiling. I lightly place my right hand over my left side, over the sore, purple skin. My ears listen in to the sound pounding out of my sister's bedroom. My eyes dart to the picture of Danny and I on the wall, moving to the beat of "DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love Again". I sigh and shut the world out. "I'll be fine, just relax," I told myself, "If he loves you – which he does, - you'll make it through and be stronger than ever. And maybe if you're lucky, he'll stop hurting you… emotionally and physically."

. . . . .

I wake up from my depressed state to the sound of Justin's soothing voice flowing through my now open door. It's bright out now and the sunlight is flowing through my windows. I groan from the bed and frown. The docking station is sitting peacefully on the floor in the hallway, Emily's iPod connected to it by a single white cord. A smile comes across my face when I see my little sister come bouncing in wearing her five-year-old Hannah Montana wig and a gold sequined tank top, holding a fake microphone.

She ran to the middle of my room and looked towards the hallway, pointing at our small, white Maltese puppy, Chanel, "Hit it!"

The dog swats its paw at the machine and lies down after several failed attempts. Em groans and starts to walk over to her, but our eight-year-old Border Collie, Buttons, hits a button and "Somebody To Love" starts blast out of the speakers.

Emily strikes a pose and sings along, trying to duplicate Justin's moves in the video. I laugh and smile as I watch her go around, having the time of her life. My little sister has always dreamed about being a singer ever since she was five. She seems like the kind of girl who has the strength to carry herself through it all, but she's only twelve – she has time to get there.

She smiles at me and offers me a hand up. I take her hand, giving her a hug, "Thanks, Em."

"What even happened? I came in here and you were sleeping on your bed, crying."

I put my hands on her shoulders, "It's nothing you'd want to hear about, trust me."

She sits down on my bed and pulls me along, "I'm here for you!"

"Well… you sure you want to hear about my stupid love life?"

"Another problem with Danny? Dang."

"Yeah," I sigh, "Well, it started off today. You know how I went to the Teen Vogue internship interview? Well Danny texted me on the way asking me to see a movie. I said yeah, because, I mean, who wouldn't? But yeah… um, so I got the internship when I was over Jessi's house and I didn't tell him. So we were just talking and shit kinda went down… he just got mad and… I don't even know… He just hates me now."

She nods, "He freaking controls your life. It's crazy. What did you even do wrong?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"He's your boyfriend!"

"I… I thought I knew him…"

"Apparently not," she makes a funny face.

"Hey!" I snap, "I really care about him, okay? Why am I even trying to explain this to you? You don't know anything about this kind of stuff."

"You're right, I don't know," she stands up and calls Buttons out of my bedroom as she walks out, "but I try!"

I shake my head and laugh. Somehow, she always makes me better. That's what sisters are for, right? I yell out Chanel's name a couple of times until she finally responds, running over to me. I pick her up and sigh. "Little Chanel, what if he doesn't forgive me? What if I lose the love of my life?" Her tongue hangs out as she pants, her curly fur almost completely blocking her eyesight. "I mean, I know that we aren't going to last forever… I just thought there was something there, you know? We just go through this so much, and then I get hurt… I don't know what to do."

I run my hand across her head, scratching her ears. It looks like she's smiling as she enjoys being pet. I giggle and answer myself, "You're right. It's best to just move on. If he forgives me, cool. We can be friends like we used to be, right? Right, Chanel!" She barks, high-pitched. Suddenly, she jumps out of my arms and runs out the door. I laugh, "Lunch time!"

Justin:

"Justin! Justin! Justin! Over here!"

I groan and look over to my right at the crowd of paparazzi flashing their cameras towards me. I fix my hair with my hand and smirk at the people as I walk into the next building that Scooter is leading me into. The doors swoosh open and the flashes are finally hidden.

"I hate how they're always following me!" I scream out as all four of us walk into the elevator. I ignore the fact that I'm supposed to be on vocal rest.

Scooter presses a button and we start moving upwards, "I wish they would leave you alone too. I can't control that though."

I bite my lip as the doors open, "Yo, what magazine are we at today?"

"Teen Vogue, Justin," My mom says, "Keep quiet, sweetie. You don't want to lose your voice."

"Oh," I look at the floor as the elevators doors open. Sometimes I wish that my voice was indestructible.

I'm led down this hallway and I make sure not to make eye contact with anyone. There is no need to get distracted by something stupid – because I do that a lot. Once we're all in a huge room filled with different clothes, I let my guard down. That's when I see her.

This girl. This gorgeous girl. I hold my breath as I scan her body up and down. The dark brown waves in her hair frame her face as she places a few shirts on a rack with others. Her pale skin glows. She's wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. I wish that she would turn so I could look into her eyes, but she twists the other way and I sigh with disappointment.

"Justin!" I shut my eyes. I would rather be anywhere but in the public eye right now. Could I just possibly change my name to something less annoying than 'Justin'?

I turn around and put on my fake smile, acting as if I'm in class, speaking quietly, "Present."

This woman hands me this red and blue sweater, along with a plain white t-shirt, "Could you change into this? I'm Havana, by the way."

"Thanks, Havana," I grab the shirt and nod, "Um, where should I change?"

She points to a small room, "Right in there. Tell me, Alasdair – the photographer, - or any of the interns." She motions to the people and I stand up straighter when she points out the girl.

I nod, "Yes, ma'am."

I work my way over to the small room and pass by the girl. She seems to be just doing her job; helping out with the next celebrity in the long line of people to meet. I try to act like I'm ignoring her too as I lock the door and turn the light on. I take off my dog chain and set it carefully on the counter in front of a mirror. I quickly strip off my black-and-white striped v-neck and pull on the white t-shirt. The sweater comes on last, and I walk out the door, leaving my things behind.

As I walk out the door, I see her staring at me. I catch her glance and stare into her eyes. They're a beautiful light blue, almost like a sky. After a second or two, she looks away and pulls out a cell phone. I shake out my hair and walk over to her. She looks up at me and smiles, so I start walking faster.

Then here comes that word I despise so much today; "Justin!"

I groan and roll my eyes. Of course, I never get a chance with any normal girl, why start now? I turn around and that fake smile is back. "Over here."

Havana comes rushing over, "Come with me! We're going to have a few looks, okay with you?"

I nod and follow her. I glance back at the girl as she grins up from her phone. I turn back and follow the woman into a set that looks a bit like a studio. I pose for the camera holding the headphones with my right hand, pretending to sing into the old-looking microphone. I started getting into the shoot when I saw the girl walk over to watch. Another hot girl walked up behind her. I pretended not to notice them staring at me with huge eyes.

Then I was ordered outside. We went out and took a few basic shots, nothing special. When we got back inside, Alasdair came up with an idea based off of an old Beatles album cover, so we took a few pictures for that. I let myself come out there, knowing that the girls were standing, staring, right at the place that they knew I couldn't see them from. But I felt their eyes.

"Jessica or Taylor, could you get Justin's next outfit?" Havana calls out through all of the people around, setting up set designs and shit.

I walk over to the rack and wait for the other girl to pull out the outfit. She has bright red hair, and not a natural red. Somehow, she makes it work. Her tanned skin is hidden behind a pink hoodie and black sweats. She turns around and looks at me with her deep blue eyes. "Here you go, Justin! I'm Jessica, by the way."

I nod and take the pile of shirts I'm required to wear. Time for the flirting to begin, "Nice to meet you, beautiful. But I really can't talk; vocal rest sucks, ya know?"

She smiles and waves, speechless, "Bye."

I smirk as I walk back into the tiny dressing room. I feel better about this crappy day already.