Thanks for all the AMAZING reviews. That's what keeps me motivated to keep updating this awesome sauce story. Corey, disclaimer, please?

Corey: *crying*

Me:…Corey?

Lydia: Man, EFF this. Grojbandluvr does not own Grojband.

Me: Yeah, but I own YOU. You're my bit-

Lydia: I'm your WHAT?!

-Laney's POV-

"You in the world are you talking about, Kin?" I ask.

"What I mean is-" he starts, but he is cut off by a voice I can barely recognize. But I know it is Corey. He sounds like he is crying. What happened?

"Kin, what's with Corey? Why is he crying?" I ask, my voice filled with concern.

Kin growls and says something barely intelligible to someone in the background. I hear nothing in response, but Kin seems to have. He grunts an approval before speaking to me again. "Core wants everyone at the garage." Then he hangs up. I don't think twice as I change into fresh clothes quicker than I ever thought possible. I don't even know if I can think. What could have happened? Is Corey upset over our kiss? Did Corey tell Kin and Kon? Is that why they are upset?

I freeze as I put on my boots. When me and Core had to "fall in love" for a gig, Kin and Kon weren't all too happy when we walked in the garage holding hands. I can only imagine their faces if Corey told them we had kissed. Suddenly afraid, I speed up the process of putting on my boots. I quickly go into my restroom and wash my face. I apply my makeup carefully but quickly. I try to throw my mascara into my makeup bag but I miss. Great. Karma hates me, too. Groaning, I leave it there and run out my room. My parents are nowhere to be found, and it's about 7:45ish. I run out the door and dash down the sidewalk as fast as my boots will carry me. Since I was used to walking around in them, I get there quickly.

I reach the Riffin Garage in about five minutes. I throw open the garage and gasp at what I see. This is starting to get old. Someone should make a TV show out of this drama you call my life.

Corey is there, but he's not there. His eyes are red and puffy, and his face is stained with dried tears. He has a faraway look in his eyes. When he looks at me, his eyes look dead.

It scares me.

"Corey!" I run to him, but someone trips me. I fall to the ground, hitting shoulder first. Tears form in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. I stand up, awkwardly, rubbing my injured shoulder. Which now throbs and hurts like crazy. "Owwww!" I groan. I spin around angrily to come face to face with an even angrier Kon. And it's not face to face. It's more like face to fat. He's towering over me, looking like a storm cloud about to zap a lightning bolt at my face.

I step back slowly. "What's going on here?" I ask, looking at Kon with wide eyes. I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be a pile of ash right about now.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO COREY?" he bellows. I cover my ears and grimace at the volume of his voice. I'm pretty sure people can hear him all the way in China. Maybe his cousin could respond to him. Kon slowly walks towards me while I slowly step back. He looks like a cat about to pounce on his prey.

I'm pretty sure I look like a tasty mouse in his eyes.

"Kon, please," Corey croaks. "Just stop." Kon stops approaching me and looks at Corey.

"Corey, but-" he starts.

"It's fine, Kon," he responds weakly.

Corey stands and blinks rapidly. He turns away from us to wipe his face with his sleeve. In a few seconds, he has reverted back to the Corey I know. He looks back at us with a smile faker than Lydia. The only thing off is his eyes. They are filled with a sadness that takes me WAY off guard. What in this universe could possibly make Core sad?

Corey walks onto the stage and sits so his legs dangle off the edge. "I finally got us a gig," he says.

Kin and Kon's anger subsides and they race up to him, yapping louder than dogs over a steak.

"Ooooh what is it?" Kin asks, his eyes wide.

"Peaceville's 10th Annual Talents Show is at 9 tonight," Corey responds with fake enthusiasm. His fake smile, impossibly, gets even wider. If Core keeps this up, he'll make Barbie look real.

"9PM? As in tonight?" Kin exclaims. "That's in, like, 2 hours!"

"Just trust Core, dear brother," Kon says. "So, Core. How are we going to get lyrics this time?"

"I'll figure that out when the time comes," Corey responds with confidence I'm certain he doesn't have.

Yup. I'm totally going to experiment with my Barbie dolls at home. Mr. Ruffles shall be my audience.

"That's awesome, Core," I say, smiling at him.

He doesn't smile back.

My smile slips off my face faster than water through air.

Kin and Kon glare at me.

Annnnnd…we're back to square one.

"Can we please talk to her now?" Kin asks, glaring at me.

I'm going to die young if they keep looking at me this way.

"Nah, I'll talk to her. Could you and Kon give me a second?" Corey says, some of the sadness slipping into his voice.

"Sure, bud," Kin says, walking towards the garage door. Kon follows him. Then they both stop, staring at something beyond the garage. I follow his gaze outside the garage to see Lydia, still dressed as me, sitting in the bushes. Her back is to us, so she doesn't know that we see her.

Kin and Kon look at me, and then back at Lydia. I groan and facepalm myself. Here we go again.

"Um, Core…" Kon starts. Corey looks up and his eyes dart around until his gaze locks on Lydia. His face hardens. He looks from me, then to Lydia, then back again. "Kin? Kon?" Corey asks quietly.

The twins both turn and look at Corey, confusion definite in both of their eyes. "Yeah, Core?" Kin asks.

"Bring me that Lanes," Core says, gesturing towards Lydia with his chin. "I'll tie this one to a chair, and then we can question them again."

Kin and Kon nod at him, then run off towards Lydia. "Hey you!" Kin yells. Lydia jumps out of her skin and looks back towards the twins.

"Get over here! We need to talk to you!" Kon yells. Lydia stands, wobbles for a bit, then starts to run awkwardly. I smirk. She knows how to walk in heels, but has no idea how to walk in combat boots like mine. She won't get far.

I'm so busy smirking, I don't even notice when Corey pulls a chair up behind me and forces me to sit. I stare at him quizzically until I remember that he doesn't know who I am. If I am Lanes or not.

"Cory, you've got to believe me. I am your Lanes!" I say as he pulls out some old rope from the air, apparently. "I don't know you anymore," Corey says, his voice cracking. This has gone far enough. I stand and walk over to him, my footsteps determined. He doesn't move a muscle as I stop about an inch from him. I take his hands in mine and stare at his face until, finally, he stares back at me with those deep blue eyes of his. I suck in a breath. They are so beautiful. But, alas, they are filled to the brim with despair. I feel my eyes start to water at the amount of suffering Corey is going through. Someone or something is eating my Core alive inside out.

And I intend to find out what.

"What's wrong?" I ask softly. "Who did this to you?" Suddenly, the lights dim inside the garage, and a small light illuminates only the two of us. Great. Just make the moment even more awkward.

Corey's eyes suddenly fill with anger. He jerks his hands out of mine. I reach for him, but he turns away. "You did this." He finally responds. I stand there, partially paralyzed. What?

"What do you mean, I did this? Is this about the kiss?" I ask softly.

Corey turns around, his eyes seeming to stare straight into my soul. "So you know what you did, and you don't even tell me? Who am I kidding? You could be the fake Lanes, anyway."

My blood boils over. "I am NOT Lydia! And I don't know what you're talking about! WHAT. DID. I DO?" I yell at him. I love him so much, but sometimes he just annoys the crap outta me.

Corey spins around and stares at me, his shoulders tensed in a very unnatural position. "You kissed Larry!" he yells at me. I stand there, staring at him like he was a madman. What in the world is he talking about?

"I never kissed Larry, Corey. Why would I do that? Especially after we had kissed. He's a Newman. I would never kiss him," I say, still staring at him with an incredulous look on my face.

His shoulders un-tense. "Wh-what?" he whispers.

Kin and Kon run through the door. Kin is grinning like an idiot while Kon has beads of sweat on his face. He carries a very pissed over Lydia over his shoulder. She is tried up with rope.

"Let me go!" she screams.

"Hey," Kin starts, "Why isn't she tied up?"

Corey and I look at each other. I run and sit in the chair Corey had pulled up for me. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

Kin grunts and checks his watch. "Oh no! Peaceville's 10th Annual Talent Show starts in an hour and thirty minutes!"

"No one knows how to set up better than Corey," Kon says, looking at Core with an expectant expression.

Corey groans, "Fine, I'll set the stage up. You two question the Laney's. I'll go set up."

"Sounds good to me," the twins respond.

Corey loads the equipment into Trina's car in record time, and, without Trina knowing, slips into the driver's seat and speeds off.

"Ummm….Corey is old enough to drive, right?" Kon asks Kin in his twin language.

"Nope," Kin responds with a sly smile. "But it'll take more than an age to stop that guy from doing things."

Kon smiles in agreement.

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