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'James Diamond, a psycho dating a psycho.' Details inside. "What the hell is this?" James yells flipping through the pages to find the story.

The inside of the magazine was covered with pictures of Snow on the ground in the fetal position, and standing in a panic just before her attack. James was carrying her to the car in another picture and then looking angry in a few more. Snow pulled the paper from his hands and looked through the pictures.

"Real nice." She spat throwing it down on the coffee table.

James set a hand on her shoulder and looked at his friend. Fixing this wouldn't be easy if it was even possible. "I'm going to the lobby to get some coffee. Do you want anything?" James asked letting his hand slip off her shoulder as he moved towards the door.

"No." Snow muttered plopping down on the red couch and pulling at her long blonde hair. "I'm not even famous yet, y'know?" She said to Carlos who sat down in a white chair opposite her. "I'm a psycho though." She laughed kicking the paper off the coffee table and watching it splay out page for page on the oak floor.

Carlos tapped his foot nervously and stood up quickly. "We'll fix this!" He exclaimed. "I'll do whatever it takes!" He slapped his helmet twice and looked down at Snow.

She was anything but amused. "If you say so." Her cell phone rang, it was her mother calling. This was not the time for her mother's drunken tyrants, but she picked up the phone anyways. "Hello."

"Where you at?"

"I'm in LA."

There was snorting and laughter from the other side of the phone. "Nice one."

"Mom, I'm not going over this again." Snow said calmly.

"Get your ass home, I need you to do some shopping. Karen is out of tampons."

Snow growled. "I'm not coming home! I'm in LA! Just stop calling me!" With that Snow clicked the OFF button and tossed the phone on the other side of the couch.

"That was your mom?" Carlos asked.

Snow looked glaringly up at him and he fell silent. "Okay I won't ask." he muttered sitting back down on the white chair behind him.

o-o-o

James exited the elevator and headed towards the small banquet room off the main entrance. The lobby fell silent as he walked by. Literally all conversations had come to a screeching halt. He looked at the guests sitting around small tables and on the plant box ledges. It seemed everyone had a copy of the gossip section of the newspaper in their hands.

"Paparazzi makes everyone look bad. It's alright James." Camille said setting her hand on his shoulder as she passed by him. "We know you aren't crazy."

James felt a slight relief knowing at least one person in this hotel didn't think he was a maniac. "Thanks Camille."

Camille entered the elevator with a light wave. She would always be there for the guys when she could be, especially Logan.

James got some coffee and drank it in a few gulps. He didn't want to attract anymore attention while in the lobby. God forbid he tripped and somebody made another cover story about it. The paparazzi was so flipping stupid sometimes. He pushed the elevator button to go up to the 4th floor.

o-o-o

Snow stood in the shower with her back to the water. The hot water beat against her skin like burning rain, but she liked it. She sat down and thought about what her life would be like if she got a album made or if she was stayed branded a psycho or if she started dating James. Ah, James. He was difficult for her. Clearly he was a pretty boy. Snow wasn't usually into pretty boys, but James had an air of responsibility and respect amongst all that prettiness. She hated to admit that she felt something for him and he made her feel that way. She was always the one in control, she liked feeling that she had the power to direct something to suit her needs, but James, he was difficult. HE had kissed her back in the living room. HE had taken the initiative and she loved it!

Snow stood up, grabbed the little bottle of complementary shampoo set out by house keeping and popped the lid off. She would need it all for her thick mass of hair.

James knocked lightly on the door to her apartment, but received no answer so he tried the handle. It was unlocked. He stepped in and sat down on the red couch. This apartment was so much nicer that his and the guys' had been before the remodeling. He couldn't have blamed Bitters though, they would have destroyed with in a few weeks had it been this nice.

Snow started humming while lathering her hair. She had to start writing songs to sing, at least she would like to. All she ended up singing and humming was 1985 by Bowling for Soup. Snow stepped out of the shower and put a towel around her hair and her body. She grabbed her toothbrush which she had carried in with her and opened the bathroom door to go get clothes.

James turned around as the bathroom door opened beside the kitchen. Snow stepped out in a towel singing 1985.

Snow stepped out singing into her toothbrush and not even notice James on the couch. "…There was U2 and Blondie and music still on MTV…"

James smiled and instantly joined her, of course he knew the song it was on the radio forever back in the day. "…her two kids, in high school, tell her that she's un-cool. Cause she still preoccupied, with 19, 19, 1985 whoo hoo!"

Snow dropped her toothbrush in horror and flushed even redder than the shower had made her. "I-I didn't know you were back!"

"It's okay." James covered his eyes. "I'm not looking."

Snow skittered to her bedroom and slammed the door

It's always embarassign when youg et caught singing in the nude with a towel! ~Iska with LOVE!

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