A/N: Thank you everyone! You are so supportive of this story! Here is your chapter! Oh, and the Torres family is Christian so there is mentions of God in here. Don't like, don't read, but these are my beliefs.

Disclaimer: Do not own anything. No way.

Caitlyn POV: Three days after the chat.

Mitchie and I were tiding up our room when I brought up the boys' message. My friend blushed and smiled, but I could tell she had thought of it as well.

"We have to reply, Mitch!" I insisted.

"They have better things to do then listen to two teenagers, Cait." Mitchie shot back.

"They were the ones who offered. Now, sit in that seat, and write with me." I pulled her to the chairs in front of the laptop, and we sat down. While my laptop was turning on, I mulled over what they said and what we would reply.

Finally, after Mitchie corrected my spelling mistakes, and I erased her extra comma's, our extremely formal message was ready.

Hi Nate and Jason! I hope you're doing well. Thank you so much for writing us. I know I was in shock from telling Shane off like that. I'm glad you didn't mind it.

I hope this isn't too much, but my best friend, Caitlyn, and I have never been to your concerts before...Can you send us two tickets to you next concert in New Jersey? I know it's a lot to ask.

Our address is:

525 Singer Lane,

Wyckoff, New Jersey, 07481.

We want to thank you again. Hope to hear from you soon!

-Mitchie Torres and Caitlyn Gellar

Mitchie POV: Four days after the chat.

The minute I woke up this beautiful morning, Caitlyn dragged me to the laptop where I found another message waiting for me.

"Hi Mitchie and Caitlyn. This is Nate. Jason and Shane say hello. How are you? We are doing great, thanks.

I advise you to look in the mail today. We have sent two VIP tickets to our next concert in New Jersey. It's in a week, so you're lucky. The tickets include first row, and backstage passes. Reply back when you get them. We can't wait to meet you and thank you properly for your help. Here's hoping Shane will change more and more. Have a great day!"

Caitlyn turned to me, her eyes glinting with a plan. I winced at her huge smile.

"Shopping, my friend, shopping. That is what we need." My best friend said, happily.

"Should I be scared?"

"You should run." Caitlyn commented, shrugging.

"I'll catch you, though." She added. I rolled my eyes, and skipped to my parent's room for permission.

Mom and dad were awake, and sitting in the chairs by the windows. They were reading their Bibles quietly. I hated to interrupt their quiet time, so I slipped back to my room and opened up my own Bible.

After I finished my prayers and scripture, I found Caitlyn in her room, closing her prayer journal. She looked up at me, grinning.

"Did you ask Connie and Steve, yet?" Caitlyn asked slyly. I shook my head and pulled her downstairs.

"Good morning Mom. Good Morning Dad." I greeted my parents. Caitlyn followed with the same.

"Morning, girls. Would you like some breakfast?" Mom offered, smiling. Caitlyn and I nodded eagerly. Mom was a fantastic cook. She set some eggs and toast at the table, and finally brought out the bacon.

"Eat up. You have something to ask, I can tell." Dad told us. So, we did just that. Quickly, I swallowed my last bite, and washed my hands.

"Daddy…Nate contacted us again and offered us free tickets to their concert here in New Jersey…" I began.

"May we go?" Caitlyn finished.

Our parents' eyes were wide. I knew the feeling. My favorite band messaged me…on FaceSpace.

"Without us? Describe the seats. The security? When is it?" Mom questioned, worried for her daughters' safety.

"Two seats, they are VIP. Those usually include first row and backstage passes. The concerts are flooded with guards, Connect 3 is famous. It's a week from now. Don't worry!" I comforted.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and talked silently.

"Fine. You girls need it. And what about shopping for the concert?" Dad finally agreed, hugging us.

"Oh no, dad. You know how Caity goes with that!" I groaned.

"I'll go get the mail, girls. Get dressed in warm clothes, it's chilly outside." Mom told us.

Caitlyn and I stumbled over each other as we climbed up the stairs. Even I could do with a bit of shopping. Grabbing dark skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved shirt, I rushed to put them on. I slipped on silver hoops and a long silver necklace. I pulled on a blue hoodie, leaving the zipper undone. Caitlyn came into the room to inspect me.

"I raised you well. Here, put on these." She decided, chucking a pair of black converse at me. I barely caught them, jumping up and down as I dug my feet into the cozy shoes.

"Ready. Will you start the car?" I asked my best friend as I searched for my big black purse. I threw my wallet in there, and ran after the curly haired girl.

"Bye mom, bye dad. I'll call you when we get there." Caitlyn drove only a bit under the speed limit, claiming she loved speed. I knew she just loved shopping. I also knew she won't dare get faster; her grandfather was a cop.

Caitlyn parked slowly, allowing me to call and reassure my parents we arrived safely at the nearby mall.

"Okay. Let us shop." I declared as I ended the call.

After hours of shopping:

Caitlyn and I decided to wear our skinny jeans with whatever shirt we bought that day.

I got the gray Connect 3 shirt I had wanted for forever. Caitlyn got a blue shirt with patterns at the top. All in all, we were going to look amazing.

"Now we're ready." Caitlyn giggled after we had paid. We gripped our bags tightly, as we pushed into the throng of people to our car.

"How would you like your make-up? Hair?" I asked.

"Natural for both." She replied.

"I'm so excited!" I squealed. My shyness slowly came back to me, as I thought of what will happen in a week. I will meet my favorite band…and Shane. The boy I had called a jerk. The one I thought I will never meet face to face. The one supposed to be furious at me. I suddenly didn't want to go to the concert anymore. What if something bad happens? I will never live it down.

"Mitch?" Caitlyn asked quietly.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"What's up?"

"The sky."

"Why is the sky blue?" This was the way we cheered each other up. Always worked.

"Scattering." We learned this in eighth grade.

Caitlyn cracked up, pulling me in a happy world again by just one question. This was one of the reasons I am totally glad I have her. Now, if I can get through the concert…

A/N: I hope you liked it, my readers. Yes, Caitlyn is family to the Torres'. I don't describe outfits very well, hope you got it. What do you think will happen? I want to hear! REVIEW.