A few months went by and I was working on my new album. It was a more personal album than I was use to working on. By this time, I had cut half the album. Some were angry, some were happy, some were sad, and some cover the past and the present. Even some of the ranger bits. This current album was the only one where I had written all of them.

"Molly, could you try that again?" the producer asked. "This time with a little less emotion."

"Got it!" Sending the thumbs up sign his way, I thought that's easier said than done considering what it's about. Even if I barely admitted it to myself. They were tired of taking breaks from my crying.

Brandon met me outside the New York. I don't mind the company, but he just shows up or asks where I'm going to be and then show up after I'm done. It's beyond annoying now.

"Hey Molly," he greeted, pulling me into a bear hug.

"Hi, Brandon," I said. "Wh-" My phone began to ring. Cassie or Carlos. Both are set to the ring tone of the "Mission Impossible" Theme. It's like they are up to something.

"Hey," I said. Holding my hand. up to Brandon, who was getting impatient and walked towards my car with him in tow.

"Hey, Molly," came the feminine voice of Cassie. "Are you done for the day? When are you coming back home?"

"Yeah, I am done for the day. Soon, with in the next couple days." Unlocking the door I motioned for Brandon to go to the other side. I knew he took a cab here. So, I'm stuck being his chauffer. "I only have one more recording session. Good thing its in L.A. I'm tired of going back and forth between here and A.G., ya know."

"Yeah, I know."

"This past session really took its toll on me," I told her.

Brandon faced me and frowned.

"But otherwise, your good?" Cassie asked, cautiously.

"Yeah, my cousin, Brandon is here," I commented. "I have to take him wherever I go when he's here, because he doesn't know how to bring a car with him."

"Oh," Cassie mumbled.

"Besides I've got plans to be alone tonight. So he better go back to his wife or at the very least get his own room and not bug me," I warned.

"That bad, huh?" Cassie stated.

"Well, kinda, but I know some people that are very close to him in that regard." I teased. They aren't as bad as he is or its just that I'm not around them right now.

"I got to go," Cassie started. "Carlos and I have plans. Talk to you later, OK?"

"Yeah, later, Cassie," I said before I closed my phone to end the call.

I parked in front of a gas pump at a local gas station.

"Why are we stopping?" Brandon asked.

"I'm filling the tank and getting something to eat," I answered. "Would you like anything?"

"No," he responded, emotionless.

"All right." I shrugged it off.

Walking into gas mart, not paying attention to where I was going I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," both of us managed to say after it happened.

"Molly!" the familiar male voice said.

"Yeah," I said, rudely. "What's it to you?"

"It's Josh," he answered, happily. He ignored my attitude. "Josh Wilhelm."

Looking up at the face of the guy I bumped into, I knew who it was.

"Josh?" I yelled, jumping into his arms. "Oh my God! It's so good to see you."

Returning the hug, he said, "Its good to see you, too! What are you doing here?"

"Refueling the tank," I said in a matter of fact way as my stomach growled. "In more than one way."

Laughing at my joke, he managed to say, "Not that. What are you doing in New York?"

"OH, duh!" I smiled. "Working on an album."

"I thought you were on break." Cocking his head to the side as he brushed his fingers through his short already ruffled hair.

"I was, but I was going crazy," I admitted as I gravitated towards the food in the joint.

"You always were the one who couldn't sit still for too long. You always had to do something." Smiling at me again.

"Yeah," I smiled and blushed. Little did he know part of the reason I couldn't sit still this time. "How did you know I was on break? I mean, you always seem so busy that you wouldn't pay attention to what's going on in the pop world."

"I'm never too busy to pay attention to what is going on in lives of my favorite people," he confessed, turning his face away.

"Oh," I looked away as well to grab a tuna sandwich, a cup of fruit, and a couple turkey sandwiches from the deli.

"Molly," he cleared his throat. "Do you have any plans tonight?"

"No, I don't," I told him. "Why?"

"Because now you do," he asserted. "And you there's no getting out of this."

Damn, I thought. Smiling all the while, even though I was planning to wallow in self-pity tonight. "OK."

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"I'm staying at the Holiday Inn," I told him.

"All right," he said. "Pick you up at six."

"OK."

"See you then."

I watched him as he walked out. What the hell just happened? I was in a state of shock from the store all the way to the car.

Brandon asked after coming back into the car from putting gas in it, "What's up with you?"

"I bumped into an old friend," I said, vaguely.

"And?" he pushed.

"And what?" I glared at him.

"What happened? Was it good? Was it bad?"

"It was just shocking that's all." Still in a daze as I grabbed a piece of fruit and started to munch.

Brandon stared at all the food. "I told you I didn't want any food."

"It isn't for you. Its for me."

"You eat like a pregnant woman. No wonder by the time you were 24 you boobs had double in size and had to wear bigger pants!"

"Shut up, Brandon. I have a perfectly good reason why I eat this much and I had another growth spurt in my early twenties. Look it up. Women are told to wait until they are thirty before they go for reduction, because they have the chance of growing again or have kids." Glowering at him. "Besides, I'm still able to do stuff I did before without any trouble and at least you don't see my rib cage from starving myself.'

"Sorry," he said. "You're right. Dating a mutual friend of ours didn't help."

"You got that right," I huffed.

As we walked to my room after finding his, Brandon started to speak again.

"Hey Molly, do you want to hang out with me this evening?"

"No, I can't," I replied as I unlocked the door. "I have plans tonight."

"But earlier you didn't."

"Plans change," I answered.

Brandon just stood there as if he didn't know what to do. "Molly, are you sure? I mean its kinda sudden."

"Brandon, I don't know what's crawled up your ass lately, but I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself. The sooner you realize that the better." Brandon's eyes widen to the size of saucers. "I'm not as fragile as everyone seems to think. If I want to go out with a friend guy or girl, I can if I choose. Now are coming in or standing in the door way." He took to long to decide and I slammed the door in his face.

Leaning against the door and sliding downing, I realized that I let my emotions get the better of me, but I'm just sick and tired of my treating my like a porcelain doll. Breathing deeply to calm down, thinking of this evening, I began to smile, but then the panic set in. I didn't know what to wear tonight. The thought of going out freaked me out even if it was with an old friend. Was it a date or was it just to friends? I didn't know. That got me hyperventilating