Hi guys! I know 3 chapters in a row. It's just that I wanted to put this chapter on the 17th (the day I was supposed to be born), but my little cousins b-day party is that day and I can't post tomorrow 'cause I have an orthodontist appointment and then I go to my dad's house. Then on Saturday I go to my aunt's (has wifi) but there's a b-day party so it's rude to be on the wifi. Then Sunday I believe I'm going to the fair.

Okay, anyway, Trina, it's your turn.

Trina: Fine. Thank you to TotalGrojbandLover77, grojband00, Musical Skater, and FanFic101Girl for reviewing. And last minute TheNewmansGrojband.

Me: I'll be doing the shout-outs today.

TotalGrojbandLover77: I know right?

grojband00: I thought so too.

Musical Skater: Thank you. I know so do I ,but I have to. I seen that Canada gets to see it September 5th or 3rd or something like that. But thanks anyway.

TheNewmansGrojband: Okay and thank you.

FanFic101Girl: G-Good thing I didn't end it there. *hides behind Trina* Don't kill me! I'm to young to die! *Starts crying*

Trina: *walks away*

Me: Trina, what the hay? She's gonna kill me!

Trina: 4 words. I. Don't. Like. You.

Me: Aww! I hate you too! * Trina walks off screen* I guess I'm doing the disclaimer today too. I don't own Grojband, I just like to write about it and draw it. And I will probably never own it either. T^T

Last time:

"How do you want me to tell them that we're moving?" she asks.

"Hey Kim," I say.

"What?"

"Are you still up?"

"No of course not."

"Well did you hear that?"

"Yeah, what are we going to do Lenny?"

In Carrie's Dream

I sat in my room. Boxes surrounding me- suffocating me. There was way too many in here.

I have the urge to go to Mina's room so I get up and realize I'm in a dress. I'm wearing black flats and white socks. The dress was a white tank top attached to a grey brown skirt. A black line went in between the shirt and skirt.

My head didn't have my signature orange beanie. I tapped my way to Mina's door on the wood floor. I open the door to find the room empty, but there's boxes littering the floor. Some are open but some aren't. Like someone was trying to find something.

"B?" I ask. I gasp as I see myself in her tall mirror. I'm gorgeous. Like I said I don't have my hat on. My blue hair is curled, not tightly; just enough to be considered curly. Even my bangs are curled.

I turn back to her bed to see just her glasses that weren't there just a second ago. The right lens was broken. And beside it read a note that only said two words. Only if I knew what they would mean later.

I heard a noise behind me and I turn to see a man with a mask behind me. He puts a cloth on my mouth and I pass out.

*Back In Reality!*

I opened my eyes and awoke in a cold sweat. I sat up and noticed the room was black. After looking down, I realize that, thankfully, I'm not wearing a dress. I'm still wearing my normal clothes.

I calm my breathing after a few seconds. I decide to lay back down and try to get some sleep. Apparently, staring at the ceiling doesn't help you sleep, so I turn to my right and see Lens sleeping.

He actually looks cute when he's sleeping. Wait did I just think that? No I don't think that about my best friend.

Red locks of hair fall into his face, bangs all messy. Mouth slightly agar; small breaths blowing his hair up and down.

My cheeks began to heat up. No, I can't like my best friend, that would like totes ruin our friendship, I think, as I try to calm my burning cheeks.

Freckles dotted their way across his cheekbones and down his nose.

Y'know what? I'm thirsty, I'm going to get a drink, I think as I try to stand up quietly.

I walk to the kitchen and think about that dream. He looked so, so familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I grab a glass and turn the water on with a yawn. Quickly I fill the glass and shut the faucet off.

A voice almost made me do a spit take as I was facing the direction it was coming from.

"Hi Carrie. Couldn't sleep?" (A/N: If I ended it here most of you guys *cough* FanFic101Girl *cough* would find out where I live and kill me.)

I turn to see my BFF rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Jeez, Lenny! You almost gave me a heart attack! And why are we using our actual names?"

"I don't know, it's like 3 in the morning."

I got a sort of good look at him as he walked closer. He wore his over-sized green and black striped shirt and red sweatpants. His eyes still semi-closed in sleep. His hair was still askew across his face.

"Why do you always wear red pants and a yellow sleeved green and black striped shirt?"

"Why are you asking me? Like I said it's 3 am, I should still be sleeping." he responds, just a tad bit grumpy.

"Awww, is someone grumpy?" I ask, poking him in the cheek.

"No I'm just tired. Now why are you up at this great ungodly hour that shouldn't exist?" he asks sarcastically.

"Just thirsty," I lie presenting my half empty glass of water to him.

"I can tell you're lying." he said. "Now what's really going on."

I spilled the beans about my dream, but I don't tell him a thing about me moving. I think he would be heart broken. He's my best friend, through thick and thin.

"O..kay, then. How 'bout we go back to bed?" he asks.

I nod as he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the blankets we were sleeping in.

My cheeks flare again as I think, Carrie Harmony Beff, you are NOT allowed to like your best friend.

We lay facing each other for several minutes before Lens says," We know you're moving."

*I have the urge to end it here, but I can't 'cause I'll be killed!*

I was told we would be moving 3 days after my birthday. So the rest of June finished quickly and July started. Soon it was the Fourth of July. B took us out to see the fireworks.

We sat on the tailgate of dad's van and watched the explosions of color in the sky. I gave our bassist a couple of sideways glances during the fireworks.

I couldn't like him right? I don't feel anything now. Right?

Sometimes it sucked being a teenage girl with no clue what love is.

Of course, I debunked what I felt for him just weeks ago was my dumb teenage girl hormones. And he's the only boy I know and actually talk to nicely, unlike Riffin and his stupid band.

Even though how much we call him gal pal and gurl and chick and sis, deep down somewhere, we know he's a boy. Okay, maybe Konnie doesn't know, but at least 2 out of three do.

Only 10 days later, my birthday came. I turned 14. We had yet again, another sleepover, but at Lenny's house.

The band hung out so much on these last days, that there was almost never a time you would see one of us alone. We were living life like this was it.

Lenny's parents love me so much, that I actually treat them like my parents, so I call them Mom and Dad openly. They don't seem to mind; they seem quite happy with the idea of me calling them that and having their son be in a band of only girls and them all sleeping the same room.

They would take care of me in more ways than even Mina could. Len's parents hated the idea of me moving so they tried to see if I could stay with them. My stupid biological disaster of a father said no.

Lenny said he would give me my present on the 17th, moving day.

*Now to the moving day!*

I woke on the 17th to a room full of boxes just like my dream. Thankfully I wasn't wearing a dress so I sighed a sigh of relief. I tried to not think that this was the day I would leave and maybe never return. Never see these friendly faces ever again. Never play another song with The Newmans, never be the leader of The Newmans.

That's right, who would be leader? I put myself into my last pair of clothes in my closet and I looked out from the balcony of the garage. The stage lay empty like it did 7 years before. I still remember first coming here for band practice.

It was 4 years ago, to the day. I was 10 and I had just gotten my first guitar.

It was my birthday present, it's still the one I use now.

It sat lonely, cooped up in the corner of my room. I texted Lenny to get his little ginger butt over here so we could play and he invited the two new girls from our class over. They said they could play keyboard and drums.

Lenny showed up at my doorstep with a girl with short black hair and thick rimmed glasses. Her bangs hung in her face, covering her eyes for the most part. She wore a red bandanna like a bandit, but it was on her neck. She wore a dark blue skirt, black shirt and orange converse.

The other girl who was supposedly her twin, had blond hair that was long and some what unkept. Her wily hair was pulled down with a red headband. (Her hair is kind of like Trina's and she has a headband not like it is in the show.) She wore a white shirt with a black flame on it, a darker blue skirt than her sister, and black boots.

We didn't know if they really could play, so we held a small audition of sorts. For some reason we already had drums on the stage so the blond one went up there and introduced herself as Konnie. She played a bit and me and our now bassist, Lenny, agreed that she made the cut.

Her sister went up on stage and introduced herself, shyly, as Kim. She played a bit too and we decided she would make it too. Well, hello? Who else are we gunna pick?

I ran upstairs to get my guitar, and Lenny grabbed his from the stage and we played a song and decided that we would indeed become a band. And we were going to be famous.

That was the best day ever. And soon after that we came daily down to my garage and practiced then started to be rivals with Grojband, and soon became the most inseparable of friends.

God, now I'm gunna be sad all day. And I don't wanna cry. Good thing I put on waterproof mascara on.

We are gunna have to discuss who is going to be leader while I'm gone.

I grab out my phone and tapped the buttons and pressed send. it would probably be my last Peaceville text for a long time. I'm really going to miss this place.

I walked down the stairs with my hand on the railing and daydreamed about all the good that's happened here.

Withing minutes of me sending my text, the remaining three came in.

They sat in front of me on the stage.

"Who is going to be me when I'm gone" I ask.

They all shrugged their shoulders.

"I would only trust two people for that job. Sorry Konnie, but you aren't one of them. I don't know who I should choose, so I don't know who to pick so can you guys do it for me? When I 'm gone?" my voice cracked near the end.(A/N: Who else had the lyrics to the cup song pop up into their head when they read this?)

Kim and Lenny shared a look and they both nodded.

"Can you guys help me pack?" I ask.

"Sure." all three of them said in unison.

With their help, I packed my bags into the moving van and the actual van. We would be flying there and the movers would be driving there.

I stashed my laptop and drawing book into my carry on bag. My Newmans posters stayed hanging up in my room. I decided to leave them there. I only took one. It was a poster of all of us at the beach last summer. The waves crashed at our feet and we laughed our heads off. That's a memory I want to keep.

We packed the truck with picture, movies, clothes, memories, etc. Even my guitar went in there. I told the guys, if they drop, scratch, or even look at it, I would find out where they live and brutally murder them. Okay, that maybe a bit overboard, but oh well.

Now it's only minutes until departure. Muffins sat in her kitty carrier in the back seat. I stood outside the van, bidding my farewells. The twins burst out crying about 5 minutes ago. Now it was only me and Lens that were semi-rational.

"So what's my present?"

"Oh, yeah." he said digging around in his pocket. He pulled out a note and a flat piece of paper. The redhead handed me the note first," Don't read it until after you leave. It's kind of from all of us." Carefully her ripped the piece of paper into a square. The he started folding it.

He then blew into it. "It's a bunny." he said, balancing it on his palm.

"You always said you wanted a bunny, but you couldn't have one right? So here's your substitute."

Lens handed the bunny, as if it were a real, live, breathing bunny, into my hands carefully. "Take care of her."

"Okay, I will." I started crying. And I was doing so well. I hugged Lenny so tightly I think he thought he wasn't going to breath. I whispered into his ear," Just between you and me, I'll think I'll miss you the most."

His cheeks turned a light shade of crimson. I went over and hugged the twins.

I got into the van and rolled down the window.

"I guess this is goodbye, huh, guys?"

I could tell Lenny was trying to be strong, but he was starting to break.

They nodded. I could feel the burning feeling in my throat again. I was going to cry.

"I going to miss you guys so much! I love you guys! And I don't ever want to leave you three. You're my best friends and nothing could ever change that. Remember that." I said crying again.

I threw my arms around all three of them and sobbed. And one by on they let go, leaving only Lenny hugging. He gave my cheek a peck and said," Don't ever forget us."

I stuck my hand out the window." One last time?"

They put their hands on mine and we said," 1,2,3! Newmans!"

I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. I rolled the window up.

I put my hand up to the window and they out there's up to mine. Weakly, I waved. They waved back. And as we pulled away, Lenny lipped something to me, but I couldn't make it out.

I picked up the origami bunny and pressed my lips to it.

I put on my head phones and listened to all of our songs as we drove past the sign: 'Thanks for visiting Peaceville! We hope to see you soon!'

*Super Sad Park Transition*

Lenny's P.O.V.

I wonder if she has opened that letter I gave her. I wonder if she realized I lipped 'I love you.' to her. These are the thoughts in my mind as I sit in the top of a slide in the Peaceville Park, so no one can see me.

I'm going to miss her so much. She was like my sunshine.

Apparently, my crush is so obvious, even my parents know and they tease me about it, relentlessly.

They say," She gunna be our daughter-in-law someday, isn't that right, Lenny? So why shouldn't she call us Mom and Dad?"

I think of all of the fun and good times I've had with her.

I don't even notice a stray tear escape my eye. Quickly, I wipe it away.

Suddenly I hear a voice ask," Today was the day? Wasn't it?"

I stayed up to one in the morning writing this.

So who do you the voice is?

What do you think the note says?

Who else thinks Lenny's parents are awesome?

Who else got really depressed about this? *raises hand*

Well I already have ideas for next chapter and no it won't be up tomorrow. I have a really tight schedule for the next couple of days. But it should be up soon.

So happy early day I was supposed to be born.

P.S. I got a deviantart today. I drew what Carrie is wearing. My username is ShyBrownieBear. I know the picture isn't the best quality. I took it with my computer.

And don't patronize my username. Just be happy you got this chapter. Sorry if I'm a bit cranky, it's just that it's 1 IN THE FREAKING MORNINNG!

Anyway, good night. Love ya'll. ~ A-chan