Nick: The person who reviewed as Not You…why don't you go fuck yourself, Dokuo doesn't like burns and she's not talking until she gets some nice reviews. I swear that person is such an ass.

Dokuo: *sticks thumb up in approval*

Nick: See she agrees with me. Chibyu like the story and she has over 2000 hits for her story Breathing Underwater. She's a great author and many people like her…the person as Not You go the hell away.

Dokuo: *kisses Nick on cheek in approval*

Chapter 10 Ronnie's POV

As I closed my locker I glanced at the ring that sparkled in the sunlight coming through the sky roof. I sighed in joy and someone came behind me.

"What's with the blinged out ring?" AJ asked.

"Oh it's nothing. Just that my incredibly awesome boyfriend asked me to marry him yesterday." I said. "But we're waiting until we're both 18, and since you're my friend don't tell anyone. We don't want to tell too many people."

"Oh got it. No prob, but who's your maid of honor?" She asked eagerly.

"I have no idea and it's way too early to be deciding that. It might be you and it might be Blaze. I want to know who will be the flower girl; I don't have any younger siblings."

"It could be my little sister. Alee, you know her right?" I thought about it for a second.

"Yeah, but stop you're getting me excited for something that won't happen for 2 years. So let's just act as if it never happened…until I'm 18." She laughed and I turned around to see Nick, my new fiancé, coming over to me. He casually put his arms around my waist and AJ walked away. I just turned to face Nick who turned behind me.

"Ready to go?" He asked casually.

"Yes, and have to you told your family? Even though they'll be ticked." He gave a kind of 'surprise' look. "Nick," I said whining. "You have to tell them."

"And I will…when we're legal adults." I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me as he tried to walk away.

"No, we're telling them now, it's after school anyway. Let's go." He groaned as I dragged him to the bus. Us still having to ride it, my birthday is coming up and…oh shit Nick's is this weekend. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I forgot his birthday oh well when I get to my house I'll just go straight to a store, but which kind? I'll just buy him… uh…uh. I have no idea. We got on the bus and sat down. "Say, Nick what do you want for your birthday?"

"You're all I want and need. You don't need to get me anything." He said hugging me. I shrugged him off and said that was my job to hug him. My phone rang and it was the record company. Yes I was getting signed and it was a migraine dealing with it. Recording, meeting people, writing, singing, practicing, recording, recording, recording, and EVEN MORE RECORDING!

"Yes, can I help you?" I asked tired of them calling.

"Veronica," He didn't finish because I interrupted him.

"Don't call me Veronica! Please call me Ronnie. Now, what?"

"We are ready to publish your album but do you want your face on the album, or we can get an artist to design artwork?" He said obviously taking notes. I could hear his pen writing.

"Get the artist but tell him to make it…awesome, not some boring lame excuse for artwork, just awesome."

"Ok…make it awesome." He wrote that down I could hear it again. I just hung up because I was about to get off the bus at my house. The bus stopped and I kissed Nick before I left. I walked into my house and plopped on the bed and let out a frustrated sound. That record company is giving me a major headache. My mom came out and just sat on top of me. I just glanced at her and she smiled. I raised an eyebrow and stayed where she was. I rolled my eyes and shifted with her on me. I pulled my legs out from under her and put them on her lap.

"Nice." She said sarcastically.

"I know I aim to impress. So what's new?"

"Nothing besides your album is released!" She said excitedly pulling out my album. I grabbed it and gawked at it.

"Already? Then why did they call me asking for the artwork?" I said opening it and it was beautiful.

"Because I told them to. Just to stall, and I saw people camping out to buy your album. I sort of laughed and I was dressed up as Gaga and they let me right in front of them. The first ever copy of the album. It's yours." She said showing me how cool it was, comparing it to her albums. The Fame, the Fame Monster. She calls all her fans monsters, why? I will never know. "You also have a CD signing tomorrow down in Times Square."

"You planned it didn't you?"

"Maybe…"

"I love you anyway." I said hugging her and getting ready for bed, Nick and I caught the late bus, which left at 4 and now it was 8 so I just feel like getting ready for tomorrow so quickly. Also the bus ride to my house is really long.

Next day

I'm not going to school today and neither is Nick because my day is filled with famous shit, and that CD signing. You know what I could care less about fame, it just kind of came. I was pulling on my skinny jeans and tripped over them. I collided with my dresser and hit my head.

"Ow! Fuck, shit, mother fucker, holy shit that hurt!" I said standing up and holding my head. Which in fact really fucking hurt. I got up and got my pants on with no trouble at all. Stupid gravity. Newton's laws of physics don't apply with me; physics is just a waste of my time. I got a really awesome fedora hat on and awesome make up. Let's just face it, I always look awesome. My mom told me it was time to go…8 o'clock in the morning, for what! It's a shock I'm even up this fucking early! Literally. I'm always late for school because I sleep until ten. There. Is. A. Limo. Waiting. Outside. My. House. Wow. I got in and it was awesomer than the others I've been in.

"Holy shit this is awesome. Oh driver go to this address first I don't care if I'm late, it builds anticipation to the other people." I said handing him a slip of paper with Nick's address on it. Up, up, and away!!!

Nick: remember nice reviews otherwise Dokuo doesn't speak.

Dokuo: *nods*

Nick: C'mon dig deep in your heart and review, no burns alright. C'mon review.

Dokuo: *writes on paper REVIEW*

Nick: so um we gotta go gonna see a movie! Woot let's go Dokuo.

Dokuo: *follows*