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Yes I'm an incredibly awful person, I know. I was writing future chapters and never got around to finishing this one. You all have to right to hate me forever and unalert and unfavorite for my tardiness but I really hope you don't ;) And now without further delay…


June 3

So, I just went into a little bit of a shock…Who am I kidding? I completely froze when Chris basically just told me he was here. By the time I unfroze – just now – he had already ended our call and signed off. I guess that means I have to go and see where he is. Not that I wasn't going to in the first place, but I would have probably screamed some, and then start firing off questions, that is if he were still right in front of me via video. But…Since he no longer is…I have no choice do I? I must go see where he is. Aah! Here I go…


Approx. 15 minutes later, in a limo

As romantic and amazing as it would have been to have Chris and Stubby sitting outside the house, this rivals it. How many people can honestly say that they have walked out of their house to find a black, stretch limo waiting for them to take them to a mysterious, unknown place where their boyfriend will be waiting? So far, I know only two. Me and Sara.

Like I said, being close with a celebrity has its perks.

I wonder where Chris and Stubby are waiting. Maybe they are at the park down the street. But I would have recognized that in the video. And we've been driving too long for that to be where we are going. Where else would they be? Sure there are other parks and plenty of places outside in Kalamazoo but nowhere near where we live.

"Where are they?" Sara whines.

"How am I supposed to know?" I snap, sounding harsher than I meant too.

"Sorry," she mumbles. "I only wanted to know."

Sigh. I know the feeling.

She takes out her phone and starts texting.

"Don't even try to get their location out of either of them. I've tried."

She sighs and puts he phone away. "I hate waiting."

"I know."

We both sit there awkwardly for a moment before I break.

"Hey," I say unbuckling my seat belt and sliding to the front of the back seat. "You know we're going. Tell us."

"Sorry girls, I can't," the driver says.

"Why not?"

"They told me I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"Please?"

"Can't disobey direct orders." That didn't help at all.

"How much did they pay you to tell us that?" Sara asks from next to me. When did she move?

"Nothing." This guy is a bad liar.

"No, really. How much?"

The driver sighs. "A lot."

"I'll pay you double." While I can't deny that I don't like Sara being so assertive and trying to find out information, she may be talking too fast. Chris has a lot. Stubby has a lot. Together they have more than our parents make in a year. Where is she going to get the money?

"Can't."

"Triple." Yep, we're definitely going to go bankrupt.

"I doubt you two girls from Michigan can afford to pay me 3,000 just for me to tell you where your boyfriends are hiding."

"Done." Thanks Sara. There goes my college fund.

"No."

"Tell us."

"No."

"Tell us."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

This is one for the books. Real mature. My older sister and a limo driver are arguing like kindergarteners. What a way to spend the day.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Just stop!" I yell. I couldn't take their childish ways any more. "Are you going to let us in on the secret or not?"

"While I would love to help you girls out, there is no way I'm testing the limits of Christopher Wilde and his manager. Those two together are intimidating. They paid me a thousand bucks to pick you up and not tell you where you're heading and threatened my job if I did."

"Fine. Great. Can you at least tell us how long until we get there?" Some information is better than none.

"Sure." Finally something helpful! "Now."

"Thanks," I say sarcastically. "That's real helpful."

"Stop badgering Phillip," someone said from behind me.

"Oh…So the non-helpful, annoying, bribed limo driver's name is Phillip."

"Yes."

"Well that's nice."

"I should also tell you to not be mad at me because you're supposed to be happy to see me."

"Oh really?" I ask in a sarcastic/coy way. "And why is that?"

"Because I spent my only day off for the next three months flying out of LA at ungodly times in the morning to come and see you. And I have surprises all day planned."

I smile, not saying anything. I hope he takes my silence as a good thing because I am still facing away from him. He slid in behind me and has been talking into my ear this whole time as I half talk to him; half scribble everything he is saying down in my notebook.

"Do you know how hard it is to get to and from an airport without being seen?"

"I think I know better than you think I do."

"And what makes you say that?"

"It was pretty hard to hide on my way out of the airport back from Los Angeles back in April. I was running and hiding behind large objects and I couldn't exactly tell me parents."

"You didn't tell me that you had a hard time getting out of the airport then."

"It was before you apologized and everything else happened…the dance namely. I didn't know if there were actually any paparazzi at the airport but I was being cautious and trying to hold off the storm as long as possibly."

"Were you hit in the head right before that too? Maybe on your way out of the plane?"

"No."

"Think really hard, are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Then you have some really weird habits."

"Shut up," I say, turning around to hit him.

"Hey, it's true. But I find everything you do cute and amusing."

"Well, I'm glad."

I sit there looking into his blue eyes. They are really blue.

"So, are you going to tell me where we are now?"

"Only if you tell me what you have been writing in that notebook of yours the entire time I've been talking."

Uh oh…..

Thankfully Sara, who I hadn't even noticed get out of the limo yelled out, "Hey are you guys coming or not?"

"We're coming!" Chris answers for both of us. He turns back to me. "So are you going to tell me what that is?" he asks, nodding toward my notebook.

"Only after I get my answers."

"Later."

"Then you won't know until later then."

"What?"

"Hey, fair's fair superstar."

"Fine. Let's go."

More on his surprise visit later.


So I have a few minutes to myself to scribble everything down while Chris calls Phillip. Sara and Stubby are cuddling so I won't be bothered by them.

The main surprise from them to me and Sara was that, well, they were here obviously. But besides that they somehow had the park closed down are threw us a private picnic. And not just any park. It was the big outdoor park downtown that holds all of the major concerts and events that come here during the summer. It was incredibly sweet of them, though I have no idea how it was possible.

"People know and respect me," Chris said as his only response.

How very diplomatic. If his singing and acting career fails he can always become a Congressman.

Anyway, three hours of fun and food shortened up would go something like this:

Gourmet comfort food, chocolate-dipped strawberries, Chris's bad impression of Libby Lamb off camera, Stubby's worse impression of Chris, and over an hour of random, useless chat.

Basically, the most fun I have had since spring break in LA. Pure bliss.

Now we are all going back to the house to watch some movies and talk some more. The guys are staying the night before they have to head back to the tour party early tomorrow morning. I'm going to stop writing tonight and make the most of the time I have left before tomorrow. Chris is walking back over, meaning that Phil the limo driver is probably here to take us back to Suburbia.

What a great day this turned out to be.


So how many of you new that was going to happen? So as I've spent most of my time writing future chapters rather than this I know what happens (obviously), and can say while this has mostly just been fluff for the last four chapters conflict comes up in the next couple.

I would promise you a chapter in the next several days but we know how that always pans out. I promise it will be less than a week though.

Oh! And those virtual cookies I promised back in chapter two? You all get them…even if you didn't review, because it's amazing to me the positive response I've gotten.