I followed the blonde lady who I had learned name was Savannah onto the bus. I could hear disapointed sighs from a few members of the crowd. I know how they feel, if someone else came on, I'd probably do the same.

I was about to see him again. I feel like a totally crazed fan, being so giddy. Right now it's really hard to believe I used to be best friends with the famous folk singer before me. I really do regret not hooking up with him when we were young. And that's totally not because of the fame. It's so I wouldn't lose him for so long. But I guess it's better this way, just in case we had a bad break up.

Even though it looked pretty average sized from the outside, the inside of the bus was enourmous. I looked around, hoping I wasn't shaking as much as I felt. I was about to ask, but Savannah beat me to it. "He's in the dining room, straight away." Her voice was softer now. She sort of had a nice Southern accent. I was about to compliment her on it, but I stopped myself. Like she'd care.

I nervously shuffled toward the dining room. This is it Jenna, the moment of your life. It kind of smells like pizza; there probably having pizza. Slowly placing my hand upon the door, I pushed it open. There he was, Beck Hansen. Becka Hans.

I felt slightly awkward as everyone stared at me when I entered. I always hated eyes on me. Beck, about to take a bite, dropped his slice of pizza. "Jenna.." he whispered. Tears filled my eyes. The room was completely silent, and I was pretty sure everyone was confused except Beck and I. He swiftly got up and I met him half way. Inches from each other, I pulled him into a tight hug. I hoped it wasn't too soon, but I guess it wasn't for he hugged back. I pulled away, looking him up and down. He looked slightly different than he did on stage. He looked a little more like the old Beck.

"I got your note, and I just knew it was you." he explained, grinning widely. "I hoped you would," I said, wiping a quick tear from my eye. He wasn't crying, and hopefully he didn't care that I was. "I missed you much."

Beck, glancing around, laughed. "Er, everyone, this is my old friend Jenna Carrie." he introduced me. Everyones perplexed faces turned gleeful. Well, I guess I'm accepted into this group now. Hopefully I would be for a while.

We stared at each other for a quick moment before Beck quietly suggested, "Wanna ditch this place?" I smiled, actually, I did. "Won't you get in trouble..?" I asked, I didn't want that. "It's all good. Just let me change. I don't think we want people following us." And with that, he stepped into the bedroom of the bus. Gosh, this thing was so big. After about three minutes, he came out in a regular jeans and a tee-shirt. I felt a little weird wearing a Beck shirt, but I had nothing else, so I'd have to go like this.

"How're we gonna get out?" I asked, glancing out the door window. "Bathroom window, duh." he beamed.

The two of us mysteriously slipped into the bathroom, which, surprisingly, wasn't all that big. "Do you want me to go first, just in case you need help getting down?" Beck asked, peeking out the window. It wasn't exactly a great way down, but enough that I could probably land the wrong way and hurt myself. "Uhmm, sure, thanks." I answered, watching him stand on top of the toilet and open the window.

It was much colder out than I remembered, the breeze circulating throughout the tiny bathroom. Beck placed either foot out the window, striving to get the other one out as well. Then he was gone, and moments later I heard a loud tapping sound. I glanced out the window, just to see if he made it out okay. Luckily, he did. "Your turn." he hoarsely whispered.

I pushed myself up onto the toilet, my legs shaking a bit. Although I was wearing jeans, it was still quite cool. I lifted one leg out the window, than the next. Beck was looking at the crowd to see if anyone could see us, I don't think anyone could, though. "A little help here?" I mumbled, not wanting to attract any attention. "Oh, sorry." he turned around and placed his hands out to hold my foot. I reluctantly lowered my foot onto his hand, and he actually caught me. I didn't think he would.

With the pair of us finally on the ground, we briefly checked around us for people, but no one was there. The crowd was still in their same spot, on the other side of the bus. I am so glad it's night, no one would notice us. We began to galavant down the street, silently enjoying the moonlight. "So what has been up with you lately? Gosh, I haven't seen you in years.." Beck interjected. That was a good question. What had I been doing over the last couple of years? Nothing really. Actually, I was looking for him the whole time. But I didn't want to answer that way. "Nothing really. I actually opened a bakery in Manhattan a few years ago." I told. I'm not really that much of an interesting person..

"Oh really? A bakery? Just like you wanted to huh?" he thought aloud. I pretty much always wanted to be a baker, as he wanted to be a musician. I guess it worked out for the both of us, well sort of. I wasn't really all that happy with baking. Something was missing. But I think that something is right in front of me. "So, what have you been doing? Besides, you know, becoming famous and all." I asked, although immediately regretting it. What a stupid question.

"Nothing really. I'm.. uh.. engaged." he mumbled. I was about to ask him what he said until it hit me. Engaged? What? No, he can't be. This... totally just shattered my fantasy world.