Belongs to Disney. Even though I wish it was mine.

I don't know how clubs and bars actually are, considering I'm 14. So if I get this whole chapter wrong, someone please tell me. I just did it in the way I thought these places were like.

Chapter 3 (Whoa, never thought I'd actually get this far.)

I pulled the pillow case up over my head as we were pulling into Miranda's. I had seen it during the day n the drive to school, but not much in the dark. The neon green sign on the roof blinked Miranda's in a semi-annoying pattern. In the windows was the usual bar lights: flamingo lamps in bright colors, advertisements offering which alcohol to buy there, and a sign talking about how "unique and intriguing" Miranda's was with it being the only bar in the United States who allowed 18 year olds come in.

I hesitated for the door handle. I had been against alcohol in any way, shape, or form since my parents died and I didn't want anything to happen tonight. But then again, my friends had gone through a bunch planning this out and a party did sound fun. I sighed, opened the door, grabbed Blake's and Felicity's hands and walked in, all six of us in a line. We were greeted at the door by a man who looked somewhere in his twenties, but this was Los Angeles, so he was most likely 40 and got plastic surgery to prove it. He asked to see our driver's licenses to make sure we were 18 and not under-age like the 16 and 17 year old wannabes waiting outside the door.

It made me laugh. Here I was, on my 18th birthday, walking into the coolest bar in the area, and being jealous of the 16 year olds who couldn't get in. But then I remembered Shelly's advice and the horoscope she said was mine for the day. A great adventure, huh? Well, I guess I'm going to have to grin and bear it.

As the six of us walked in the song was changing into a more appropriate style song for a place like this. A remixed version of Paula Abdul's "Dance Like there's No Tomorrow" came on and the dance floor erupted into cheers and moves. Our party was led to a booth right next to the dance floor. While Iris, Blake, Felicity, and Maxie "guy watched", Shelly and I looked at the menu.

Shelly glanced up at me, "You know, Meg. Don't make it seem like you're the only one of us who isn't interested in having a boyfriend right now."

"That's because your guy is at military school." I glared at her, "You never officially broke up. Just put your relationship on hold while he's there." She shrugged. I sighed. Everyone had boyfriends. Felicity had Joe, Iris had Layton, Blake had Logan, and Maxie had Ed. All four of those guys were in a band together. Shelly's Shang was over in San Diego training. And me, well, I was the loner. But that was way more than okay for me. Until I saw him.