The first few weeks are the hardest for Lily. Phone calls aren't the same, especially when Danny's voice sounds different over the poor connection. Almost every conversation ends with Lily fighting back tears while Danny tells her that they can make it work. Gah :'( I'm crying already :(

Eventually, Lily can't stand it anymore. NEITHER CAN I!

"I can't, Danny!" She cries after another argument, tears freefalling down her cheeks. If Danny were here, he would be desperate to wipe them away, make them stop. But he's not, so it's up to Lily to be independent now. "I can't do this anymore! We're through, okay?" I thought I wanted to hear these words, more than anything. Turns out I don't. Turns out it's like a thousand knives stabbing me in the back. Or maybe not that bad but you know, it's hurts okay?

She slams down the phone. She doesn't expect it to ring back, because it's too late for a revisited conversation to make any difference. *bawls her eyes out more than she ever has before*

Sometimes long-distance relationships can work. But when those two people in the relationship have lived together for half a year, it's so hard not to see their face every single day. That's how'd I'd feel if Fang ever left movies. Or died. Or something. Because I see his face every day.

Lily slumps down in the sofa that once was home to endless movie marathons that were always interrupted by endless make-out moments. She knows Danny feels the same way about their now-over relationship - she could hear it every time the phone rang and it was his voice on the other end of the line. THIS IS SO RIDICULOUSLY SAD! Surely the first episode of the new season would be happier?

She doesn't even want comfort, as masochistic as it sounds. She needs this night to wallow in self-pity, to wish her life better. I'll comfort Fang then. I mean Danny. *cough cough* at least he'll appreciate it.

If she's honest with herself... nah, lies are alright sometime.

She misses him already. SO DO I LILY! SO DO I!

But it's too late - he's gone, and she doubts very much that he's coming back. NO! THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE.

Do you know how much fun I've had writing my ways of bringing Danny back? I put them on my blog and all my followers think I should be the head writer of To Live too.

Speaking of blogs, I can pride myself in saying I've never followed Dylan's, however I have visited it to add to my list of Fang characteristics and occasionally have had a look at the more recent Max side of things.

Okay, I've never SUBCRIBED to Dylan's blog, but I do steal information frequently. BUT THAT'S ALLOWED BECAUSE I WOULDN'T BE A GOOD FANGIRL IF I DIDN'T KNOW EVERY SINGLE LAST DETAIL ABOUT FANG'S LIFE.

I bet Dylan's gay. He only asked Max out so he looks less gay. He probably has a crush on Fang. I mean, who wouldn't? If I was a guy, I'd turn gay for some of that.

I think Dylan has his own fan base actually. Some people think he's hot but he really isn't. That's like comparing Fang to Iggy; Iggy would be ugly compared to the greatness that is Fang. This is why I don't often compare the two because I would never want to call Iggy ugly; he's just too sweet to put such a cruel name too.

Gazzy doesn't even factor into this equation because he's younger than Fang and Iggy so he's comparably to people like, err, I don't know Zac Efron. They're about the same age. Gazzy is almost as fit as Zac but doesn't play an innocent Disney basketball player so doesn't have his shirt off as much.

But I found the pictures from the Calvin Klein shoot. They may not have used the photos in the latest catalogue but I found them.

I'm not a stalker; I'm not a stalker…

I got another email from Logan Hunter, To Live's head writer today. Every time he contacts me I think he's finally going to award me my spot on the To Live writing panel, but no. My blog followers think that spot should already be mine! But no, it's not yet. I don't think there even is any spots open on the writing panel. But I'd settle for an apprenticeship or something.

I should probably finish school first; get some qualifications and all that. But Logan's been round my house so I'm sure he'd like to hire me.

He came round the house to discuss my Fang-stalking but that's irrelevant. He also managed to get my full name but HE ALSO PERSUADED FANG THAT HE SHOULDN'T GET A RESTRAINING ORDER so he's a great bloke really.

But the contents of his email was actually kind of strange.

He's starting a magazine for To Live and wants me to write a synopsis of each episode and my thoughts on it, though he practically begged me to be unbiased towards Danny or any other 'hot' character. Yes, he put it in inverted commas. I think I could do that. I guess. But that's pressure to write well. And deadlines. I don't do well with deadlines. My blog is a mass of apologies for not posting things on time.

Then I'm like WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! If you were true To Live fans you'd wait. Grr. GIMME TIME FANGIRLIES. And then I get all defensive and shiz. Then they get all 'We love you really' and I'm like 'N'AAWW' and my blogging session ends there because I happy dance round the room get dizzy and fall on the floor.

Interesting, right?

Anyway, Logan said I needed parental permission anyway and we're moving to LA next week but he said he won't expect me to reply for a while anyway. Which is good. Because I'll forget.

Well, how can you forget something like this?

I do not know where half my ideas come from. Credit for NEXT chapter goes to Tilly. Because she is a legend of ideas.

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