That night, I was lying awake in bed, replaying the events from that day in my head. It seemed too perfect, almost dreamlike. Why would anyone like Kendall, like someone like me? It didn't make sense. Was this some sort of joke?

I tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. I heard someone move in the living room of the bus, giving up on sleeping, I got up to see who it was.

I expected it to be Kendall, but to my surprise it was James, playing with Fox. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around.

"Oh, it's you. What are you doing up?" He asked, handing me his phone, so I could respond.

'Couldn't sleep, you?" I typed.

"I heard Fox whimpering."

I nodded.

He patted the floor next to him, "Come on, I don't bite."

I smiled and sat down.

Fox came up to me and rolled over on his back, asking me to rub his stomach.

'Ferocious attack dog! He's so scary!' I handed James his phone, so he could read it, then I scratched Fox's stomach.

"Hey! He's a very manly ten pounds. That's a whole ten pounds of pure viciousness!" He argued.

I silently laughed.

We started talking, well he talked, I typed.

"So you and Kendall, huh?" He asked.

I blushed and looked down.

"I'm going to take that as a yes."

I playfully hit his arm.

"He really likes you. I've seen the way he looks at you, it's like you're the only one in the world that matters anymore. We were all waiting for you two to get together, and you finally did!"

'He's special. No guy has ever treated me like he does. I just hope this doesn't turn out badly for both of us.'

"You've obviously been hanging out with the wrong guys then."

'Tell me about it' I thought, but I couldn't tell him that, so I typed. 'You guys are a lot nicer than I expected you to be. Now I know why you have so many fans - the fans, what will they think about Kendall and me?'

"Most of the fans will like it, but there will be ones that don't. Don't let the ones that disapprove affect you, though. You two are definitely meant to be."

'I'll try.'

"Are you ever going to start talking?"

'I don't know. It depends.'

"Depends on what?"

'Things I can't tell you.'

"Okay."

I was glad that he let it go there. We talked for a little while longer, until we both got tired and went to bed. I crawled under the blanket and fell asleep.