"Hey, is that yours?" Lizzy asked, pointing to a hoodie that was lying on her couch.

"No, I think it's Jaxson's," Zoe said.

"Oh, you want it?" Lizzy laughed.

"No, that's quite alright, I'm not obsessed with him."

"Oh, okay." Lizzy smiled. "Oh my God, wouldn't that be hilarious if we both dated them married them? You marry Jaxson; I marry Charli. Then, we could be sisters-in-law!"

Zoe laughed. "That'd be so cute! Our kids could be cousins, and we'd see each other so much!"

"Yea, I know!" Lizzy laughed. "Wow, we're so weird… thinking about getting married to brothers just to be related…"

"Yea, but hey! That's us!"

Jaxson left when he had heard that, thinking that if he stayed any longer he would hear things he was sure they really didn't want him to know. He decided he'd pick up his hoodie some other time.

The girls stayed up until 3 talking about the usual things: boys, school, band, etc. while eating some delicious ice cream and other treats. In the morning, one of Lizzy's little sisters, Nina, came running down the stair screaming, waking up both the girls at 9. They had breakfast, cleaned up their things, and Lizzy helped Zoe put her things in her car.

"Hey, you want me to drive you to rehearsal today?" Zoe asked her. "I mean, we have to be there in a little less than an hour."

"Sure, let me just get all my things together," Lizzy said. "How about you run over and give Jaxson his sweatshirt?"

Zoe looked at her. "Must I?"

"Come on, it's just another excuse to look at him…"

Zoe laughed. "True… Yea I guess. I'll just walk over." She looked in her rear-view mirror, made sure she didn't look absolutely crappy, and headed over. She rang the doorbell and Jaxson answered the door shirtless.

"Oh, hey, what's up?"

"Uh, nothing…" Zoe said, trying not to sound like she was loving how he had answered the door.

He looked down. "Oh, sorry, I was just exercising."

"No, it's alright. Uh, you left your, uh, hoodie over at Lizzy's last night. I just was returning it," she said, handing it to him.

"Oh, thanks! I was wondering where I left that."

Zoe smiled. "Yea… hey, it's our home competition for marching band tonight, do you want to come watch it?"

Jaxson smiled too. "Sure, I'd love to. What time is it at?"

"The show starts at 5:30, we're on at around 9ish, I think. It's our senior show, so it's pretty big," she said. "It's $6 dollars to get in."

"Oh, good, nice and cheap!"

Zoe laughed. "Yea, definitely cheaper than a movie. Well, I gotta head out. We have practice in like 45 minutes."

"Oh, yea. I'll definitely try to get there. I'm sure I'll be able to make it to see you guys, at least."

"Oh, and if you want to, follow us back to the school and find us after, we always go out to eat after."

"Okay, that'd be great."

Zoe walked down his driveway, smiling to herself, thinking about how exciting it'd be to actually have him come to the show. She walked down the street and up Lizzy's driveway to find her standing by the car waiting for her.

"What took you so long?" Lizzy asked her.

"How long was I over there?" Zoe asked.

"Not long, I was just teasing."

"Oh, okay," Zoe said, sitting down in her car and starting it. "I asked Jaxson if he wanted to come to the show tonight."

"You did? Congrats!"

"Yea, I guess," she said, speeding up.

"That'll be awesome if he comes, don't you think?"

"Uh, yea. I want him to come."

"I think you should tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"Uh, that you LIKE HIM!" Lizzy said exaggeratingly.

"How about, no!"

"Oh, come on, why not?" Lizzy whined.

"Because. That's weird. 'Hey, Jaxson! Thanks for coming to the show! I like you!' No, it doesn't work."

"Well, you wouldn't do it like that…"

"Whatever, I'm not going to," Zoe said, pulling into her driveway. "I just gotta get a few things, then we're off, okay?"

"Yupp, no problem."

"Why don't you come in and visit with Christine?"

"Okay." The two walked up her driveway and were greeted as always with Christine kisses. Zoe ran up to her room to change her clothes and get her stuff for the competition, and went back downstairs. She kissed her parents, and said they had to get going.

"Okay, honey," her mom said. "Good luck! We'll be cheering you on!"

"Thanks, Mom!"

"When she said that," Lizzy said, "She meant good luck with Jaxson…"

"Shut up," Zoe laughed. She hoped, though, that she'd have amazing luck with Jaxson, even though it was totally pointless even hoping. He would never like her. She's just not his type.