I was sitting on my bed, staring at my bulletin board. Those tickets were taunting me. It was only a twenty minute drive to the stadium and because of my tickets, we were admitted right away. So there was no real reason to leave for at least another half hour.

Jay walked in and smiled, "Am I interrupting some sort of religious or spiritual thing in here?"

I threw a pillow at him, "Smartass. Is that what you're wearing to the concert?"

He looked at me, shocked. "You still want me to come?"

"Uh, of course!" I screamed at him. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and whimpered his lip a little. I stood up and hugged him, "I told you, it's not a big deal. The names have slowed down, it was just a petty thing that people could make fun of me for. It'll die out." He held the hug a little longer than I would've, and squeezed hard.

"Hannah-" he stopped, and pulled my head off his shoulder. I stood there, with both of his hands on my shoulder. He looked into my eyes, "I'm gay."

My mouth dropped open. "I KNEW IT!" I yelled, laughing and giving him a large hug. I did a little dance before sitting on my bed. "When did you finally realize it?!"

I was actually on YouTube and I found a video of R5 and saw Riker and got a stiffie. I've known for a while, but I just really started questioning it after seeing that image.

"Ugh!" I yelled, before jumping up and hugging him again. "So, does this mean we can go shopping and shit?"

"Erm, no." he said, looking at the floor. "I still don't want anyone to know."

My heart sank from looking at the expression on his face. "O-Okay." I said, patting him on his back, "I understand. Are you still coming to the concert with me?"

His lifted his head and smiled, "Riker is going to be there. Duh." He laughed.

His smile illuminated the room, it was good seeing him happy. It was like he finally got something off of his chest. It made me feel good that he was finally happy.

We left for the concert, I drove. We got to the stadium and found a spot to stand near the front. It was absolutely perfect. The concert was just long enough for me to get about ten thousand good photos of Ross and I snapped a few here and there of Riker for Jay. I kept glancing over at him to see if he was having fun and I realized that he hadn't taken his eyes off of Riker the entire time.

After the concert, the meet-and-greet was held outside. It was a little chilly, but I was excited. We got to the line and realized that it was extremely long. I didn't want to miss my chance of meeting Ross, so I decided I would stand and wait. About 45 minutes passed, then I finally was within earshot of the band.

I noticed that Ross was standing and talking to Rydel. "I don't feel good, Ry. I don't want to sign anything else tonight." She felt his head and told him to tell the manager and to go lay in the bus. He disappeared.

I got to the front of the table and looked at Riker and started to cry. "Aw, sweetie, don't cry." Rydel said, standing up holding a tissue. I looked at her hand and started to cry harder. Jay tried to explain that I only came primarily to meet Ross, but never got to finish because I ran away. He outran him easily and found myself in an alley behind the stadium. I sank down to sit on the cold grow and began, once again, to cry into my hands.

I stopped to sniffle and heard a retching sound. I turned my head a bit and looked down the alley. There was a big bus parked there. My mind raced, this had to be their bus. Was Ross inside? Should I go talk to him, he was sick after all...

I walked towards the bus, deciding that I wasn't going to go in. I heard another retching noise and bent over to look under the bus. There was a pair of feet on the other side. I walked around and there he was, Ross Lynch, standing before my eyes.

He noticed me standing there and held up his hands, "please, no autographs, no pictures. I'm too sick." He bent over once again to throw up.

Without thinking, I walked up beside him and began to gently pat his back. He stood up straight and thanked me, then began to walk towards the bus entrance. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head slightly, "you coming?"

I quickly followed him onto the bus.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." he said, sitting down at a small table. "I haven't felt good all week, but Disney keeps piling on these damn concerts. I used to love performing, but it's become a job."

"Oh." I said, I was still awestruck. I sat down opposite from him at the table and continued to stare at him.

"Yeah, so what's your name?" he asked, pulling a bottle of Tylenol out of his pocket. He popped two in his mouth and grabbed a water from the windowsill.

"I'm Han- Hannah." I said, silently praying that the stupid stuttering wasn't going to start. I always started to stutter when I was nervous.

The door opened again and I watched each band member, one by one pile into the small bus. Riker wasn't with them. "Oh." Rydel said, "hello, again. I see you got to meet your biggest fan, Ross."

"What?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Yeah, she started crying right after you left." She looked at me, "Honey, your friend was worried sick about you. I told him that the tour bus was back the alley you ran, so he told me that he'd meet you at home."

"He took my car? I don't have any other way home."

"Well, we can fix that." Rocky said, throwing a water bottle up into the air and catching it with his other hand. "Where do you live?"

I told them the address to the campus and the asked the driver to take us there. I silently hoped that they didn't want to come into the room.

We parked in the parking lot and they followed me off the bus. "Erm, guys, my room is a little messy." I said, as I opened the door to the room.

I had my back turned when I opened the door, but everyone who was looking into the room gasped. I turned around and saw Jay and Riker sitting on his bed, apparently lip locking.

"Well, hello Jay." I said, smiling.