(Justin's point of view)

How could his friend say something like that? No wait, his best friend! He knew not to give everything up just for some girl. He knew that his family, and his career, and his happiness are what mattered. He knew that was important. But Rosalynn wasn't just some girl. She wasn't like all of these other screaming maniac girl fans of his. He could tell that he made her swoon, and yes, he did leave her kind of dazed, but he knew that somewhere deep down, she could control herself. He could tell that she was a strong and independent girl. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted her. He's never wanted a girl so much before in his life. Just thinking about her, got him a little excited. He walked out of the game room, on his tour bus, and went to go find his mom.

"Mom? Mom?" Justin was walking towards the back of the bus.

"Justin, I'm making your bed. What is it?" Pattie asked, and she tried to straighten out the covers.

"Oh, hey Mom. Uh, nothing, I guess. I just wanted to see where you were." Justin took his hat off and flipped his hair, twice.

"You're thinking about Rosalynn?" A small smile crept up her lips.

"What? How do you know? I mean, can you tell?" Justin looked over at his mom.

"Sweetie. You just flipped your hair twice. It means you're nervous. The only thing I've ever seen you get really nervous over, is a girl you really like. Look, if you like her, then go for it. Don't listen to your friends. You know right from wrong. But you also know that you can't deny these feelings, so just go with it. I know everything will work out for you in the end." Pattie smiled, and rubbed his chin.

"But we're leaving tomorrow, Mom. I won't get to see her." He pouted.

"You have her number don't you? Give her a call. Set up a date. I'll talk to Scooter and ask if he can leave tomorrow night instead. You want to take this chance. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. Whatever you set you're mind to, I'm not going to stop you, I'll only support you. And I like Rosalynn, so that counts for something." She winked at him, and then fluffed his pillow.

"Huh. Alright, thanks Mom. I love you." He kissed her cheek, and then walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Love you too."

He walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and look at his reflection in the mirror. He wanted this girl, he could tell. She was driving him nuts. She was all he could think about. Even if it took a while for her to fall for him, he at least wanted to get to know her; be friends with her. Yes, that's where he would start. Friends, just friends. He decided that he would call her tomorrow, to ask if she wanted to go out for a picnic. Girls like picnics right? Oh man, he knew he would have to talk to his mom in the morning again. He got undressed, and slipped on a different t-shirt but left his boxers on. Then he threw his clothes in a basket, and brushed his teeth. He climbed into his bed on the bus, and pulled the covers over him. He was about to doze off when he remembered that he was wearing the hat. He took it off, sat it next to him, and fell into a deep sleep.