Hey!! Really sorry for the late update, but here's chapter 4. I think that this is the longest chapter yet. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think, it would really help. Thanks. This is part two of the last chapter by the way.

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A Tour to Remember

Chapter 4

We're at this place called the PinkBerry. Nick and I were sitting next to each other while Kevin and Joe sat across from us. A few times here and there, I saw Nick stealing glances at me. I bet he likes my shirt. Yes, I knew this would be the right thing to wear tonight. But, he stopped looking when he noticed me watching his actions, he blushed then turned away.

Silly boy.

After dinner, we went over for an Italian desert called gelato at Rita's, supposedly Nick's, Kevin's, and Joe's favorite place. I haven't tried it before, but I'm telling you it's pretty good. We all got the strawberry flavor. The night sky shone brightly with radiant stars shining brilliantly above us as we walked down an isolated road. Awkward at a time like this. Usually, one would think that the streets would be crowded, filled with people. Oh well, it didn't matter. All that really did matter was that I was hanging out with my best friends.

Come to think of it, if we weren't doing what we were doing now, I don't think Nick and I wouldn't meet. Like, if he didn't chose to do a record deal, and if I didn't chose to cast and audition for Hannah Montana, then he would still be in New Jersey and I would still be in Tennessee. Our existence wouldn't have been known, unless he saw me singing with my dad when I was younger on TV...

A slight breeze brushed against my skin as sat down on a bench. It had been a tiring night. Our concert was crazy and it was nice to just take some time to do just nothing. An eerie silence developed between Nick and I. Joe and Kevin were talking about who knows what. What was going in his mind? What? I just can't keep guessing, it's too hard. And if I guess wrong, well, that would suck a lot.

I heard a shrill scream, I jumped in surprise. My sudden movement accidentally made me splatter my gelato on Nick's white shirt. It was a mess. His white shirt bore a bright red stain in the middle, his black tie was covered with a whitish cream. Pieces of red Jell-O like substance slithered down his shirt onto his pants. Oh crap.

"I'm so sorry, Nick!" I was going to do something about the mess, but before I could wipe off whatever I could, he grabbed my wrist and stood up. His face looked anxious. What for?

He broke into a run, still holding onto my wrist. His warm hand around my wrist felt comforting, but I still don't know why we were running. Joe and Kevin were out of sight. Behind me, I heard more screams, similar to the one that startled me so suddenly, out of nowhere.

I looked back to see what that was. One look told me everything. A lot of screaming fans came running behind us. Girls, teenage girls, screaming Nick's name, along with Joe's and Kevin's here and there. They were chasing us and we were running away from them.

Strange, I would think that Nick, Joe, and Kevin would be delighted to greet some fans. But then, thinking back, screaming fan girls were dangerous. Very, very dangerous. Sometimes, they might do something and hurt you, without want to hurt you. I have a name for these people. I call them: Dangerous Obsessed FanGirls (DOFG).

They were the different kind of fans, the ones that would kill to do anything. To touch you, to talk to you, and they're freaking. Scary even. They wouldn't mind to hurt people to get to what they want. Their screams are so loud, you'd feel as if your ears are bleeding. At times, I witnessed many girls crying when they saw their favorite celebrity. Can you imagine the impact that one celebrity person can do to a person's life?

I turned forward, facing the deserted street ahead of us. Nick was a fast runner, I have to admit. I was having trouble keeping up actually. He led me to into a dark alley. At the end of the alley, there were two ways to go, left, and right. Without thinking about just where we were going, Nick made a right turn. We kept running, not even thinking about where to go or where we were heading. As long as we got away from the DOFG, that's all that's important at that moment. It was getting darker and darker as we got towards the end of the alley, Nick's grip increased. My wrist began to hurt, but I didn't think too much about it.

A weltering light bulb flickered above as we got deeper down the path of who knows where, then out of range only the moonlight illuminated our path. A creamy foggy mist engulfed us from waist down. It was like a thick mass of smoke. I coughed into my sleeve. My eyes waters slightly, but it cleared out when I blinked. The dark reddish bricks felt as if they were closing in on us. Thick green moss covered parts of the walls here and there.

Nick slowed down, stopping eventually. His hand was still gripped firmly around my waist. He was panting, so was I. We got away from the DOFG. Thank goodness. The silence in the alley was broken with our panting and gasps for air.

Nick let go of me and leaned against the old brick wall. He slid down to the floor, holding his forehead with one hand while the other was on the cold pavement. His legs spread out before him. By the redness on his face, I could tell he was quite exhausted. When our breathing returned to normal, that's when he talked.

"Sorry about running off like that with you." He started, looking at me while I sat across from him on the other side of the wall.

"No, it's fine." I answered back, "It wouldn't have been nice to get stuck in a crazy mob like that." I recalled the intimidating face expressions on those girls' faces. Come to think of it, there were a heck of a lot of girls, too many for me to count. That was scary...

He looked down at his shirt, remembering at that moment that there was still red strawberry gelato all over it, but this time, it got spread out even more because of all that running. He just stared at it.

I'm so stupid.

"I'm sorry!!" I apologized quickly then began to explain, "It's just that, when I heard that scream-"

"I understand." He looked up at me and smiled. "That's what the washing machine is for."

Phew, so he wasn't as mad at me at I thought he would be, although, that it a pretty nice shirt.

"So where are your brothers?" I began to look around at where we ended up. Another one of those dim, flickering lights shone above our heads. A cold draft came in, it was getting colder now, and I didn't even have a jacket, just my short sleeved shirt which couldn't keep me warm if it got any colder than what it was now.

"I don't know. I lost track of them actually. Here, I'll call them." He reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call them.

When Nick put his cell phone against his ear, he looked so business like. It almost made me laugh just thinking about it. Now wasn't the time for laughing though because Nick frowned at glared at the screen of his phone.

Uh oh.

"What's wrong?" I asked, hoping it wasn't anything too bad.

"I can't call them because there's no signal. I can't text them either."

Of course, how could you get signal in this weird, deserted place anyhow? Alright, time to think of something else.

"We could walk back to where we were running from." I suggested, trying to make matters light. "I'm pretty sure those DOFG are gone."

"What?" He looked puzzled at what I just said, a brow went up.

"What what?" I didn't see how he couldn't have understood what I said.

"What's 'DOFG'?"

Oh that. Now I see the problem. "Oh, that. Um, I just made up an acronym. It stands for 'Dangerously Obsessed FanGirls'" I sound weird for even thinking about making up something so ridiculous like that.

He broke into laughter, so I joined him. "Silly, huh?" I asked.

"Where did you come up with that?" He questioned, crossing his legs together.

"From those dangerously obsessed fangirls."

He hoisted himself up, lending me a hand to help me get to my feet too. We began to walk back down the aisle to where we came from, but walking this time. My legs ached from all that excessive running we just did.

I wanted this alone time to last, but we had to get back with everyone else. I just realized that I wanted to ask him so many things. Maybe now is not the time, but will there be a time like this ever again?

The two of us walked in silence, with a few feet us distance between us. He looked straight ahead, so did I. Neither of us talked. We walked down the path of silence.

-Miley-

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