"Hello," I said as I answered my phone and placed my book down on my stomach.
"Hey," Martin's voice rang through the phone, "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"Not that I know of. Why?"
"We are going to the MTV awards tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come," he told me.
"I would love to go, but aren't they in New York?" I asked as I noticed it was already 11.
"Yea, we were going to leave around one and drive up there and then we'd have some time to get ready before we head to the red carpet, and we are just renting a room for the night so we don't have to miss out on the parties tonight."
"Sounds like fun. I'll let my mom know, and I'll see you around one," I said as I placed my bookmark in its spot.
"Cool, talk to then."
"Bye," I said before I hung up my phone and headed down stairs.
I found my mom outside sitting on the patio with a book in one hand and a drink in the other.
"Hey mom," I said as I pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.
"Hello dear," she said as she placed her book down.
"Martin and the other guys in the band were invited to go the MTV awards tonight, and they invited me so I was going to go and then we were going to drive back sometime tomorrow," I told her.
"That's lovely, but do you have anything to wear for the awards?" she asked.
"I can find something, and if I don't find something quickly then I will just run up to H&M when we get up to New York and get something," I told her.
"Ok, if you need anything that I can get, just let me know," she said before she went back to her book and I headed back up to my room.
I grabbed a bright blue duffle bag out of my closet and then went in search of something to wear for the evening.
After I found something to wear to the awards I found something fun to wear to whatever after party we were going to. I also threw in my bathing suit, pajamas, and an outfit for the ride home along with some make up and hair stuff.
It was only 11:30 so I decided to take a quick shower and once I was out I changed into a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips almost every where and a black tank top. Then I dried and flat ironed my hair.
It was still only 12:30 and I was honestly bored out of my mind so I grabbed my Ipod and plugged it into my speakers and switched on my play list 'nsync, Backstreet Boys, and Britany Spears's old music on it and started dancing around my room while cleaning up random things and singing along.
As A*Teens came on my phone vibrated and I grabbed it off of my now clutter free desk.
Nice Singing. ;)
The text was from Martin, and I immediately turned around to see him standing at the entrance to my room.
"That isn't stlakerish at all," I said as I turned off my Ipod and unplugged it.
"Who said I wasn't stalkerish?" Martin asked as he grabbed my bag.
"No one that I know of. So I guess you're right," I said as we headed downstairs.
Mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and I gave her a hug before we said our goodbyes and I headed out to the car.
All five of us and our stuff was crammed into the Mustang, but luckily with the top down it wasn't to bad.
We made it to New York with plenty of time until they were scheduled to be on the red carpet.
"I'm starving," I said as I threw my stuff down on the queen-sized bed next to the window, claiming my spot.
"Me too," Paul agreed.
"They have a Taco Bell down the street. Want to go?" Martin suggested.
"Sounds great," I said as I grabbed my wallet and my cell phone.
Our journey to Taco Bell was an interesting one since Paul decided to bring the video camera along, so anything and everything was pointed out and they did more stupid stuff than they normally did while in public, and I had dr. pepper come out of my nose from laughing so hard; luckily Paul didn't get that on tape.
Once we finished eating we hung out at Taco Bell for a while until I decided to head back to the hotel since I wasn't a guy and it took me more than five minutes to get ready, but Martin and Paul being the girls they are decided to come along to so they would have time to flat iron their hair. What can I say? I gotta love them.
I took ten minutes and curled my hair and then I put on black eyeliner and eye shadow and finished my make-up with mascara and a little but of lip gloss.
I grabbed my black dress out of my duffle bag and slipped the sleeveless short dress on before I pulled out my vintage leather motorcycle jacket and my black heels.
"Ha, we match," Paul said as I slipped my shoes on.
"Paul, all of us match," Brian pointed out.
"Wow, we are all so boring wearing all black," I said as I grabbed my bag and traded my jacket for an electric blue button up vest that I slipped on and didn't bother buttoning up.
"Well someone just has to be different," Paul said as he grabbed his shoes which were bright orange.
"Says you," I said pointing out his shoes.
"Well, I hate to break up your little argument but we kinda need to go," John said.
"That's ok, we can walk and talk," Paul said as I grabbed my clutch and we linked arms.
We skipped down the halls of the hotel singing the Wizard of Oz, which only got us a few odd looks, but I wasn't to disappointed.
Walking down the red carpet with the guys was fun, but after a while people repeatedly asking me who I was got slightly annoying but I got over it once we got inside and we found Gabe, Ryan, and Brendon.
We all talked for a little while all the other stars arrived. We finally made our way to our seats as the awards started. It was an exciting experience to be there but I could imagine that being a celebrity and going to many of these over a span of a few years would get slightly boring, but that is just my theory.
"Are you ready yet?" Paul asked.
"Give me two seconds," I said as I zipped up the zipper on my boots.
We had quickly made it back to the hotel and I had changed into short, black, cropped shorts, a white oversized tank top that I had tucked in, an array of shiny jewelry, and a pair of black ankle boots.
I slipped my phone, ID, and some cash into my back pocket and I met the guys in the hall.
"About time," Brian said.
"Sorry, it takes time to look good."
"It doesn't take us that long to get ready," Paul said.
"Haha like I said, it takes time to look good," I said as I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Oh you think you're funny," Paul said as we slid into the car and I was stuck in the back between him and Martin.
"If you say so," I said before Martin's elbow hit my side and I jumped slightly.
"Haha, I forgot you were that ticklish," Paul said as he and Martin decided to poke me repeatedly until I almost jumped out of the car while it was moving.
"Once we got to the party Brian claimed his self as the driver for the night, at which Paul cheered and ran off to who knows where.
"No leaving me with random people this time," I said as I caught up with Martin.
"That was one time and it was at my sister's birthday party," he said as we made our way through the entrance of the club where you could already hear the beat pulsing from inside.
"Yes, but I didn't know anyone other than you and you were gone forever," I said,
"I was gone for ten minutes cause I had to help my mom with the cup cakes." He said.
"Sure, likely excuse," I said as I could see the dance floor already filled with people.
"Haha, ok, how about I make it up to you and don't leave you with random people tonight," he suggested.
"Haha sounds like a good idea."
We made our way onto dance floor that wasn't as crowded as it had appeared to have been. So there wasn't a shortage of air at the moment.
"Wow," I said more to myself then others as I looked around the dance floor and saw random artist that I knew and loved.
"Stars truck at all?" Martin asked,
"You know me to well," I said as the DJ changed up the beat a little bit.
"Hey," Paul said as he joined us in our circle of not-really-dancing dancing.
"Hey good to see you again. Where did you go?" Martin asked.
"I'm not really sure. I just kinda walked around and said hey to people I knew, and then I saw you guys so I figured I join in on this crazy dancing," Paul said, the last part slightly sarcastic.
"How about instead of joining, we all go get drinks?" Martin suggested as the song changed.
"Sounds good," I said as Paul led the way over to the bar.
The boys got their drinks while I decided to stick with Sprite for the evening. We sat and talked for a little while before Paul decided to order us a round of shots. I was never really big on drinking, but I knew a little bit every now and then wouldn't hurt me to much, plus Paul was paying.
After our round of shots Paul was escorted off my a group of girls who were defiantly way to tipsy to be attempting to dance in heels.
Martin and I stayed and talked some more until one of the girls who had dragged Paul came back over and tried to convince Martin to come dance as well.
"I would, but we were just about to head outside, but maybe later," Martin said as he grabbed my hand, and I took it as I my cue to fallow his lead towards the roof.
"Your welcome," I said as we climbed the spiral stair case that lead to the roof that had blue Christmas lights strung everywhere and random seating set ups.
"Thank you. I didn't want to leave you alone like I said I wouldn't and I don't really feel like dancing tonight," he said as I leaned up against the railing and I looked out over what we could see of the city.
"Yea, I know how you feel," I said as I slid my back now the wall and sat down.
Martin joined me and I rested my head on his shoulder which was conveniently the perfect height.
"Wow, it's already three," Martin said as he looked at his phone.
"That would explain my lack of energy," I said.
"Do you want to go round up the guys and head back to the hotel?" Martin asked.
"I don't care, I'm fine up here if they don't want to leave yet."
We were up there for who knows how long and we had just been talking and evidentially I had fallen asleep on Martin's shoulder with his arm draped over my shoulders, because the next thing I knew, I was being woken up from my phone vibrating in my back pocket.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to see that Martin was only half way awake as well. It was a text from Brian; he was with Paul and John and they were ready to go if we were. I texted him back as I stood up and helped Martin up.
"They are finally ready to go," I said as the clock read four am.
"Finally," Martin agreed as we linked arms and headed back to the mass of people.
We all met up at the car and Brian climbed in the drivers seat even though all of us were capable of driving. I slid into the back seat, again with Martin and Paul and resumed using Martin as a pillow, which he didn't object to.
The ride back to the hotel seemed shorter than the ride to the club, but I didn't mind because I was tired and my feet were not liking me for wearing boots anymore.
When we got back to the hotel we quietly made our way up to our room since almost everyone else in the hotel had already been asleep for a little while. When we made it to our room I grabbed my sweat pants and changed into them and a tank top. I washed off my make-up and pulled my hair back into a pony tail.
I then crawled onto my side of the bed that I was sharing with both Brian and Martin since Paul and John had taken the couch and the pull out bed.
"Nope, I get the right side of the bed," Brian said as he threw his bag next to the bed.
"Really Brian? You're going to make me sleep in between you too?" I asked.
"Oh you know you love us," he said as both him and Martin decided to make a Megan sandwich.
"Thank you sooo much," I said as I slid under the covers and rolled over on my side so I was facing Martin.
"Awww, do I get the cold shoulder now?" Brian asked.
"Yep," I said as I smiled and made myself comfortable before either Paul or John turned off the lights. I was asleep not to long after that even though it was weird not falling asleep to my music.