Katy P.O.V.

It had been a 2 weeks since I had talk to James and It was bothering me. I stared at our text messages as the delete all button lurked by. These were just more memories of what was. What could be. What might be?

But how?

There was no answer to this except let him figure out what to do because he was capable of doing much more than me. But first! He would have to contact me, as if he really did want to. Was i just douting this or was it true? So many questions... I went to the cabinet and reached for my pills. My mom started noticing my depression after about last week and she asked and asked and I just told her it was school drama. It was all lies. She didn't believe me. I finally got a perscription for depression pills. It was just this bad.

J.P.O.V.

"A day off, something I never get." I looked over to my butler as he handed me a glass of water. I sat on my piano trying to think of lyrics to match my emotions but there were no words. But I had to remember my own words, there is no explanation for love. So my conclusion was i was writing a song about her.

Theres just those times when I feel too vunerable to your touch

Mhmmm

Magnetism reaches our skin and we sink into something deeper than what we both know

Then It just becomes to much

What to do, where to run to, I don't know how to get to you

Now I can't help but dout what we seem to think whats really right

Mhmmm

Wow, that came straight from the heart. Man, what was I gonna do!

PHONE

"Hey Kendall, do you want to drop by?" I called up Kendall and offered.

"Can't, Im with Izzi, we got back together." He said over the phone. I heard Izzi in the background

"Hi James!" Izzi yelled into Kendalls ears. I giggled and hung up on Kendall. Then dialed Logans number. I would call someone else about this but I couldn't tell anyone that the rumors were truth, wait there was someone...

"Hey James, buddy, how are you son?" His voice was comforting after the times I never see him

"Hey Dad, Im fine."

"What do you need?" He responded with a suspicioous voice since I didn't call him, I only called my mother. They got a divorce 5 years after I left the house for my career. He had committed the sin of adultery. What a shame. I didn't like talking to him.

"I know were not on good terms but I'm desperate!"

"Tell me whats up." He turned suddenly engaged in the conversation by that sentence.

"I'd rather tell you in person, do you wanna make the 2 hour drive?"

He breathed into the phone which meant he probably didn't want to because he would have to ditch work. He never saw me so it would be nice for him to take one day off to see his own blood. I think this could be an acception.

"I guess, I'll be there by 4PM."

"Thanks Dad." I said as I pictured the smile he had on his face

2HOURSLATER

"Welcome to the Maslow Mansion." I greeted my dad as he looked around my house observing the interesting vases and rooms. He stopped at my Grand Piano and tapped it twice with a smile on his face. He then wandered into my skill type room. This room had my instruments, song writing station, and book shelve filled with the Harry Potter books and other old time classic's such as The Tale of Two Cities and The Time Machine which was my favorite.

"I always pictured something close to this in your house." He commented as I smiled and led him to the den where a pool table and some electronics lay. I sat on the velvet cozy couch as he took his place in the egg chair. "I wanted one of these."

"Your not getting that one." He laughed. I thought about how much my dad changed in 3 years (the time span him and my mom had been apart). His freshly groomed face was gone and had surrended to some stuble that matched his buzz cutt hair that looked like Justin Timberlakes style but David Henries color. My dads brown eyes that always used to have that sparkle was lost in the mist of regret.

Silence.

"James."

"Yeah."

"why did you call me here?"

"I need fatherly advice." I confessed. His expression was worried.

"Why don't you ask Logan or Carlos?"

"Busy." I retorted. He was getting me angry. It was like he didn't want to be here. "Do you want to be here?"

"Yes yes, son." He said as he calmed my agitated self. He straightened his posture and got his listening face on. "My ears are open."

"Okay, I have this girl who if I date I will get fired, arrested, and all my fans with probably hate me."

My dads jaw dropped in a rather funny way. I couldn't read his reaction. He nodded his head after releasing a smile.

"Don't give up your dream for a stupid girl." He advised me with a sincere look

"But I think, I think i just really love her." Everytime I said that I felt kind of dizzy

"Thats a tough one, are you sure this is love James?" He asked me with his eyebrow raised

"It's pedophile love." I revealed the missing peice of the puzzle. He sat back in his chair in awe. He closed his eyes and his mouth and lowered his head.

"You don't risk everything you love for nothing because in the end you won't have her because the police will have you."

"I understand."

"But before you cut her off like that and break her heart, you need to talk to her." He meant those words

"She lives in New York."

"Who cares."

"Learn from someone who knows, the guilt will tear you up and since she is young this will scar her for life, you need to talk to her face to face."

"Yeah, I already have the guilt of breaking Bree's heart, I don't need another one." I laughed and I really meant it. That would be double the trouble for my emotion range. I may be a rock star but that didn't mean my emotions didn't have a rocky path.

"Call her." He pointed at my phone which was in my pocket.

"Now?"

"Yes!" He said persistently as I got my phone out and looked up her number.

"Just to inform you, This doesn't feel combtorable with you here." He rolled his eyes as we both burst out laughing.

"Shh, its ringing!"

My dad was jumping up and down for this call.

Katy P.O.V.

"Hola boy." I picked up my phone and smiled to the sound of him breathing against the phone.

"Hola chica." James said in a polite tone.

"How is your day going?" I asked as I heard talking in the background which was unusual. He only called me in private since this Friends With Benefits type thing was suppose to be secretive.

"Good, um just to let you know my dads here." He paused as I heard his dad say 'she has a hot voice' in the background. Looks like James wasn't the only Pedophile in the conversation.

"Cool, so whats up?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm visiting you."

I literally choked on my breath and spat up my saliva as those words exited his mouth. I froze as my eyes went to the calender in my room. Why would he suddenly visit me though, this just wasn;t normal. There had to be a reasoon behind it or did he just really want to see me

"When?"

"Not sure, probably in like 4 days, when were not filming."

"Can I see a picture of her?" I heard his creepy dad say in the background.

"No you can't." James argued

"Wow." I muttered to myself as I listen to their reckless conversation. its like they weren't acknoledging the fact that I was listening

"My dad thinks you look like my mom when she was younger." James said

"Mmm, fascinating, but seriously how do you plan to pull this visit off?"

"No idea, we'll meet at your house, make sure no ones house at your house or somewhere secret that you know and discuss the terms were standing on in PERSON so we don't have to talk over the phone."

"Is that all were going to do?" I replied as I giggled into the phone

"Mmm, she has a naughty side." His dad commented as I was grossed out.

"yes she does." James responded to his dad and to me. I laughed. "I have to go Katy, I'll talk to you in a few days or something, I have to go."

"I-

James hung up on me as I heard yelling in the background.

J.P.O.V.

"That hurts!" My dad pleaded as I pushed his pressure point on his neck. He fell to his knees.

"Well, you should have shut up you perverted freak." I exclaimed

"Oh you know shes hot." He admitted

"I know I scored Big Time." I said as I let go of his pressure point. he backed away from. "Leave Father."

"Yes." He agreed as he ran out of the den. Maybe he did give good advice but he was terrible at acting like an adult.