"When will she wake up?" Greyson asked the nurse, also staring sadly at Angela.

"Hard to say," she said, checking a clipboard. "As soon as her father get's here, we'll be putting her under anesthesia anyway to give her surgery, then that can last up until twenty four hours."

Cody swore quietly, still holding her hand in his. He was beyond happy that she wasn't dead, but it wasn't fair. She was a good girl, she didn't deserve the pain she'd experience after she came out of surgery. And there was nothing he could do. Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Cody's thoughts. He was on the tour bus that his mum and Greyson's mum shared with Delilah. He was talking with Alli.

"Did you hear we were going to Miami Beach?" Cody had said to his little sister, trying to take her mind off the fight with Angela.

"Yes," Alli had said, grinning. "Better pray Angela doesn't fall off the peer."

Cody stood up quickly, his face livid. Alli was sitting with her head in her hands on a chair by the door. Cody took her by the shoulders and shook her.

"Ow," she looked up in confusion, tears drying on her face. "Cody, what?"

"Did you push her?" he demanded. He shook her again. "Answer me!"

"N-no," Alli said, looking around startled. "What are you talking about?"

"You were with her," Cody said, bending down to be at eye level with his sister. "When she got hit, you were walking with her. It would have been so easy, almost like an accident. Alli, did you push her into the road?"

"No of course not," Alli said, her face twisting up like she was going to cry again. "How could you even say that?"

"Before Miami," Cody said, breathing hard. "You said "better hope Angela doesn't fall off the peer". Do you remember that?"

Alli nodded, and then tears beaded up again.

"I would never actually do anything like that," she whispered, and then Delilah came over and rested her hand on Cody's back.

"Son, how about you take a break?" she asked in a low voice. "Why don't you go out and walk for a few minutes?"

"I don't want to," Cody's face was still pale and he was still shaking hard. He was cold and hot at the same time, and felt like he was having a seizure. The world was dimming in and out, and he started to shake harder under Delilah's hands. His knees buckled, and another tear slipped out. "I need to stay with Angela."

"She's fine," Delilah whispered, and her voice sounded far away. "Come with me, Cody."

She took his hand and he didn't object as she lead him out of the room. At the same time, Greyson's and Cody's moms walked in.

"Is she okay?" Angie and Lisa asked simultaneously walking to Angela's bedside.

"She's fine," Greyson said. He briefly explained what the nurse had said, and both mom's looked relieved.

"Is she going to be able to continue the tour?" Angie asked.

Greyson shrugged.

"We'll see," Lisa said. "So where's Cody?"

"He's not doing too well," Greyson said. "He was white and shaking and confused, and he even accused Alli of pushing Angela in front of the car. Delilah had to take him out of here."

"My baby," Angie said, standing up and racing from the room. Alli followed, leaving Lisa and Greyson sitting side by side next to Angela's bed.

"How are you doing?" Lisa asked, taking her son's hand. "I bet this wasn't very fun for you, Grey."

Greyson let his mom take him in her arms and hug him, rubbing his back like she did when he was little.

"This whole tour hasn't been fun," Greyson whispered. "It's just been drama and problems the whole entire time."

"I'm sorry, Greyson," she said, and he wiggled away from her back into his chair. He curled up into a ball, his head on his knees. His layered brown bangs fell into his wet eyes, and his normally sunny smile was reduced to a frown. He had stress creases in the corners of his eyes, and had seemed to age years in the last hour.

"I just want this to be over," he said quietly, and his mother nodded. She had tears sparkling in her eyes, too.

"If I knew you'd ever be in this much pain," she whispered. "I wouldn't have even let you post Paparazzi on YouTube. You're too young to be this sad, honey."

Greyson shook his head.

"I like being famous," he said. "I just don't like all the drama and trouble that comes with it. Seriously, mom, do you know what has happened just on this tour alone?"

She shook her head.

"I've fallen in love, fallen out of love, had my heart broken and mended and now broken again, seen my best friend in the entire world go through so much pain and know that there's nothing I can do, been torn between two sides of a relationship fight, been broken up with, been accused of cheating, had that same best friend be accused of cheating because of me, had my heart broken one more time, seen two people I care very much about fight, get drawn back in by the girl that broke my heart and then had her spit in my face, had nightmares, and I don't think I've slept an entire night through since Los Angeles and-" Greyson's voice broke, and a tear slipped out despite his attempts to keep them locked in. It fell down onto Angela's blanket. He reached up and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand impatiently. "And I just want to go home, mom."

Lisa nodded, and took his hand again.

"We'll work something out, baby," she whispered to her son. "We'll figure this out."

"Where is she?" a tall man burst through the door, searching wildly. Greyson glanced up at him, and he sprang to his feet.

"Mr. Megel," he said. "Angela's right here, she'll be okay."

Angela's dad raced to her bedside, and dropped to his knees. There was the only thing he had left in this world, his little girl, lying there hooked onto every machine imaginable.

"Oh Angela," he said, and he felt a tear slip out of one of his crinkly blue eyes. His dark hair, matching to hers, formed a curtain around his face as he reached out to take her hand. "My little girl…"

"She's going to be okay, David," Lisa reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "The doctors just need your permission to perform surgery."

Mr. Megel stood up and sat in another empty chair, beside Greyson's mom.

"Why her?" he asked in a low voice. "Out of all people, why her?"

"Her boyfriend is in worst condition than she is," Lisa said sympathetically, and Mr. Megel cocked his head to the side.

"Boyfriend? She doesn't have a boyfriend…Oh! You mean the kid she's fake dating for-"

"Oh man, I'm thirsty," Greyson cut off Mr. Megel, realizing that Angela still hadn't told her father about Cody. "And hungry. I could totally use some food."

His mother and Angela's father turned to him, and Mr. Megel allowed a small smile.

"Same old Greyson."

Crisis averted, Greyson thought. Angela owed him one. Greyson sat and watched as the doctor came in and made Mr. Megel sign a whole bunch of forms, saying Angela could have surgery. Then Greyson kissed the sleeping girl's forehead goodbye as the doctors made them leave.

Outside, they met Cody, Alli, Angie, and Delilah. Cody was still pale and a little shaky, and his lips were pressed tight together.

"Why don't we go get coffee?" suggested David Megel. "Angela's surgery lasts about an hour."

They all walked to the café across the street from the hospital and sat down. The lights were dim, and it was starting to rain out.

Cody sat in the corner of the booth, still not saying a word. Mr. Megel sat next to him, and Angie sat on his other side. Delilah sat next to Mr. Megel. Across from them were Greyson, Lisa, and Alli.

They ordered their drinks, and Angie ordered Cody's because he wouldn't talk.

"I was thinking," Mr. Megel began. "I'm going to pull Angela from the tour."

Cody looked up panic-stricken.

"What?"

"She's going to need recovery," Delilah said. "You're right, it's the best idea."

"I agree," Lisa said, and Greyson nodded.

"It'll be good to bring her home," Angie sighed. "For her health."

"No," Cody said, slowly. "No, you can't do that. You can't take her away from me like this."

Mr. Megel gave him a funny look, and he went on.

"Mr. Megel, Angela hasn't told you this so I will. We are dating, for real. And I think I might love Angela, even if I haven't told her yet. She's my everything, I need to be with her."

David's face drained of color.

"I didn't know," he said faintly.

"Well it's true," Cody said, still shaking and white. "And I can't be away from her, not when she's hurt. I am so committed to that girl, I swear. Ask anybody."

Everybody at the table, even Alli, gave mutual agreement.

"Well, I need to bring her home," David clapped Cody on the back. "Whether you love her or not, she's going back to LA."

"She's not going to like it," Cody put his head down on the table.

"What's wrong, Codes?" Greyson said softly as the adults went on talking.

"I am the worst boyfriend that ever existed," he whispered. "I can't keep Angela from getting hurt, I can't even keep her with me no matter what I do."

He sat in silence, and Greyson patted his back.

"Come to think of it," added Angie. "I'm pulling Alli from the tour too."

Alli looked up from her coffee.

"What? No, mum, you can't-"

"I'm the parent," Angie said, rarely in a serious mood. "And that could've just as easily been you who got hit. I'm not taking any more chances, you'll fly back to LA with David and Angela as soon as she's well enough to fly and be with your father and Tom."

"But mom-"

"No objections, Alli. I mean it."

Alli fell silent, and Lisa spoke up.

"Greyson isn't having a good time on this tour," she said, looking at Delilah. "I know he has a contract, but I am his mother and if he's hurting this much I'll do whatever I can to make him feel better. Even if that means pulling him from the tour and facing court."

Delilah's face twitched, but she remained silent.

"And Cody's in no shape to perform either," Angie went on. "I agree with Lisa, this tour has been way too much for these kids."

Delilah nodded slowly.

"You're right," she said at last. "The tour's canceled."

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