I just wanted to thank all of you who review, favorite or alert. You have no idea how much that means to me. So when Charlie talks to 'the sister' you guys might get confused as to why her train of thought just stops and such. It's because if you remember correctly miley's character can control thoughts and later you'll see why she wanted to manipulate it.

Here are the characters as promised:

Charlie: main character, narrator. Emily osment

Casey, Christopher, Mike: Charlies' best-friends. Demi lovato, Cody Linley, Mitchell musso.

Jonny: 'main guy'. Joe Jonas

Alyson: Jonny's sister. Miley Cyrus

David: Jonny's brother. David Henrie.

I do not own anything or anyone other than the plot. These are characters that belong to the Disney channel corporation.

On with the story?

Chapter three: the sister

What does he mean? We'll see? Who does is he think he is? Who is he? UGH! This is just so messed up. I don't want to know. Yes, I was a very good liar, even to my self. "C, you okay?" Casey asked when I walked at a slower pace. I replied with a nod. She mirrored my action. That was odd. It wasn't like Casey to just let it go. Christopher would sigh in defeat and drop the subject, and Mike would let me cool down before talking to me about anything in the first place. But Casey, she usually keeps pushing it and―. "I'm so sorry" A brunette at least 4 inches taller than me said.

"No it's my fault" and it was. I had unintentionally bumped into her. I started to walk away thinking nothing of what just happened but she grabbed me by the elbow. Tight grip. I half turned my body toward her, slightly annoyed. "Yes?" I said a tone a little too hostile.

"I don't mean to be a bother, but could you possibly help me find, she paused and looked at a piece of paper, room 310 please."

My initial idea was to tell her I was in a rush but I suddenly changed my mind and said that I would be happy too…but I wasn't. It seemed really odd I couldn't explain it it's as if― I looked at her and began walking motioning for her to come along. I also noticed that my supposedly three best-friends left. "The first number for the room, in this case 3, indicates the floor. And then it's just the room number."

I looked up at her standing to my left and examined her. She was pretty, prettier than most girls. Her hair was a little longer than shoulder length. It had a very unique color. It was in between dark honey and the light brown of the chair in my mother's room. It was nice. I then realized that she nodded to the information I had given her. Wait when did I think or decide to tell her that? Now that I think about it, it's pretty weird how I suddenly 'wanted' to take her to room 3― "I'm Charlie by the way"

"Alyson" She smiled.

I smiled back. This time I wanted to. She seemed pretty cool. Very real.

"So I'm guessing you're new?"

"Yeah, I used to go to another high school but I just transferred here with my two brothers." She smiled.

"Wait, you're his sister?"

"Who's sister?" She had a confused look on her face, but it seemed…fake.

"Ow, erm, I don't know his name. It's this guy I keep…erm…running into. He said he just transferred here with his brother and sister."

"Well it could be David or Jonny. What did he look like?"

I made a turn to my right and started up the stairs and she followed suit. I ran a tired hand through my hair and wondered how she would react if I told her gorgeous, that's what he looks like. No. That's what he is, other than totally weird of course. I heard her suppress a chuckle and shot a suspicious glance her way.

"He's tall, a little more than a head taller than me. He has dark brown hair, almost black. They were sort of messy and yet perfectly arranged. They were shaggy and fell only the slightest bit on his eyes. His eyes were―

"You're probably talking about Jonny. David's hair is short and he is only a few inches taller than me, maybe two, three at the most."

"Oh…okay" I responded lamely and looked down to my feet as we walked.

I would so love to tell this obviously fun girl that her brother is a creep.

"Oh, he is."

My head shot up. "What?"

She seemed a little nervous but quickly composed herself. "I said: Oh, he is so funny."

That is the lamest excuse ever! Than why did I believe her? It was so strange. One second I was thinking about what to say in an accusing tone and the next I didn't want to say anything and just nodded. A few seconds passed until we reached room 310.

"This is it."

"Thank you"

"No problem" I smiled genuinely. I was probably just going crazy. How would she have answered my thoughts? I gave my self a mental pat on the back and shook the idea of it off.

"I'll see you around Charlie?"

"Yeah, of course, see you" And with that I walked away towards my locker until the warning bell rang and by then I was running towards my locker.

The top five reasons why I should get a watch: 5. I wont miss the bus. 4. I won't have to ask strangers when I'm to lazy to pull my cell phone or IPod out. 3. Casey won't be able to tell me "Time to by your self a watch." when I ask her for the time anymore (also when I'm lazy). Then again, I won't even need to ask Cas for the time anymore. 2. Ill know in how long a class ends sense the clocks on the classroom walls are usually behind, ahead, or broken. And the number one reason why I should get a watch ladies and gentlemen, I'll stop being late to class which always results in detention. Like I am now, as we speak.

"No speaking!" Miss Bunk, a large woman in her late forties, said.

Obviously her orders weren't followed because the student on the right side of the room kept blabbing away. I didn't care really; I just wished it could be four thirty all ready. Casey, Chris and Mike were waiting for me at the park where the faithful almost-accident happened. I really don't know what I would do if I lost Casey. Maybe I should thank him..Jonny. I liked his name. I liked how it sounded in my head. And I liked how it rolled off my tongue when I spoke it out loud. Before I came to detention Casey had told me how she though the name was hot making Chris jealous which made Mike and I laugh. I mean really, how oblivious can Casey be? Chris clearly, if not loves, then likes her…a lot. I looked up to the clock which read eleven thirty-five. Of course, the clock was broken. Irony. Not as fun as sarcasm but it defiantly has its kicks.

I hope you guys aren't too confused. Remember if you have a question just message me or write it in a review. Please review, you want too, I want you too. So please?

―peace,peach.