Hey Everyone! I'm pretty pissed off at my English teacher! Long story short, she had an issue with my grade, and instead of telling me about an issue with me, she told my brother, who is going to tell my mom. UGH!

Anyway, here is a two-parter, OH, and also THE BAND IS OLDER THAN IN THE TELEVISION SHOW! Corey, Kin, and Kon are 16, and Laney and Stacy are 15!

Thank you TotalGrojbandLover77 for the idea!

Anyway, onto the disclaimer and chapter 3!

Disclaimer!

ME: Carrie, take it away!

CARRIE: Star doesn't own Grojband or The Newmans. Though I do wonder what would happen….

ME: Easy, You and Lenny would date, Corey and Laney would date, The Newmans would be seen more often, there would be tons of drama, and-

CARRIE: Wait! You had me at Lenny and me dating, that's it, Grojband is yours!

ME: Really?!

CARRIE: No. Sorry, it's not up to me.

ME: -_- Why must you all trick me…

(Laney Loves Corey Transition!)

I stood in the living room, contemplating what to do. I didn't know whether to tell him how I felt, or to just move on. I let my emotions settle before I walked to the bathroom, fixing my makeup that was a bit smeared from crying. After I felt more like myself, I decided to find the song for the park.

I ran up to my room, a newfound courage to tell Corey my feelings ran through my veins. I dug through the trunk that held everything related to music I owned. The trunk was very special because it had once belonged to my mother. She gave it to me just before she passed away, the day she died, actually. I kept digging before I finally stumbled upon what I was looking for. I grabbed the notebook with the song in it, and was about to close the trunk before something caught my eye. It was an envelope with my name on it.

I recognized the handwriting on it instantly, "mom." I whispered.

I flipped the envelope over and cautiously opened it. I pulled the letter out and began to read.

NOTE

Dear Laney,

Hello honey, it's your mother here. Listen, I wrote this note to talk to you, and tell you a few things I believe you should know. If you are reading this, it means I've died, and your grandmother has placed this note in the trunk, like I told her to.

Honey, listen to me. I know about your crush on Corey, I always have. And honey, I know you're not exactly the most social person around. But you need to tell him how you feel! He cares about you a lot, and you can't let something that special just fade away. Now, I know Corey is handsome, and might get a girlfriend, but honey, don't be depressed or self-harm or anything along the lines of that. If he has a girlfriend and is truly happy, then let him go.

I am truly sorry I am not here to tell you this personally, but I felt you needed this speech. Honey I love you, and your father loves you. We love you so much, never give up hope.

Love,

Your Mother.

END NOTE

I couldn't help but let tears flow from my face. My mother had given me advice; she had probably led me here.

"Thank you." I whispered to myself, somehow knowing she heard me.

Another thing gnawed at the back of my mind; how the note addressed my issue practically word for word. It was odd how the note addressed my problem exactly, but it didn't freak me out.

I set the note and envelope back inside the trunk, grabbed the notebook, and walked back to the living room. I knew what I had to do. I had to let go.

(Part One Is Done Transition!)

Sorry for the shortness, but chapter 4 is almost done and should be put up soon! The next two chapters WILL SHOCK YOU! (And another chapter in the future)Anyone want to take a guess as to what will happen? I bet you won't get it right! :P

If you do, I will give you a shout out!

Anyway, if you have comments, questions, or ideas, PLEASE review! I definitely want to hear from you!

See you next time! :D

-Star