Jade's POV

Whoa.

That's all I can say.

Stella's fashion line is far too popular for its own good.

She offered me 10% of every sale she made but even that soon amounted to too much!

Let's just say it gave me enough money to make the move to LA.

About 10 times.

"Stella, stop offering me more clothes and money; it's your clothes that are selling not my pictures." I told her. She was squealing at me down the phone.

Did I mention her clothes had only been on sale for 2 weeks?

"But Jade it's your photos and your commercial that sold my clothes! I feel bad not giving you anything." She whined.

"You can help me by moving into the new studio and hiring a few people okay? Then you have to stop offering me stuff! I've got other jobs to get on with." I argued.

"Fine. But we really need to meet up again soon! You, me and Macy need a shopping trip."

"Why?" I asked.

"W-why? WHY?" She stuttered; baffled by my lack of want for a shopping trip.

"Because we could sit in your living room and watch you design stuff and that would be a better shopping trip. You know that if we went shopping you'd just criticise everything we pick up!"

"Not everything!"

"We already own most of the clothes from your label Stel," I interrupted. "We're not going to pick them up and look at them because we already own them. We know they are the only items of clothing you won't criticise." I laughed. I could tell Stella would be blushing slightly.

"Okay but we need to go shopping anyway and I won't help you move if you don't let me drag you."

"No need to drag babe I'm there!"

Stella laughed. "Okay, I'll come down tomorrow to help you start packing for the move. I know it will take years to pack the props you own properly. We'll get you moved within a week."

"Bring Macy too!"

"Well duh! Who else was I going to invite with me? Nick?" Stella joked. I laughed.

"I doubt he'd remember." I commenting, hoping it'd avoid Stella's ears despite the fact I was talking to her on the phone.

"Like he'd forget."

"When I talked to Macy last week she said he'd probably forgotten."

"Really?" Stella asked disbelievingly.

"Well not those words exactly. Or at all. But it was implied!" I argued.

"It wasn't and you know it. All three of them are a little busy right now anyway. With the new tour just taking off and Joe's proposal to Ashley." Stella told me.

"Yeah how'd that go?" I asked.

"How'd you know about it?" She asked.

"Err… no reason?"

"Macy told you?"

"We'd not seen each other for years; we were sharing some pretty secret stuff." I shrugged.

"Well I can't moan really. It's not like I wouldn't have told you. Joe actually banned me from my phone at first because he was that scared I'd tell someone or at worst I'd tell Ashley!"

I laughed at Stella's need to spread gossip. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest." I continued to laugh.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow then?" Stella asked.

I nodded then remembered I was on the phone. "Yeah sure. Bye!" I sang and Stella said the same and hung up.

I'm moving to LA!

*5 weeks later*

"Stella, please carry something! Just one box!" I shouted at her while standing in the back of the pretty full moving lorry.

"I can't! I already broke one nail loading all these boxes into the lorry! I'm not risking that pain to get them out again!" She emphasised; seeming appalled at my repetitive request.

"Stella you said you'd help me move!" I whined; the puppy dog eyes were going to come out soon…

"You know I love you but I'm not putting that risk on the line!" Stella shouted back into the truck.

"I won't come shopping." I threatened, remembering our phone call from the night before.

Stella gasped. "I'm coming!" She yelled, hopping into the lorry and grabbing the nearest box and hopping out the lorry again.

"Okay, if we dump everything somewhere on the bottom floor then Stella and I will sort it later." I shouted to the three bulky removal men who nodded and started carrying a box in each arm.

And that's why they're bulky.

Within half an hour we'd moved all the boxes and one of the very nice bulky men offered to carry most of my new office furniture up to the top floor to save me and Stella trying to squeeze it in the lift.

The removal men left and Stella and I collapsed on the sofa on the bottom floor, staring at the maze of boxes littering around our feet.

"Where do we start?" Stella asked.

"Order pizza?" I suggested. Stella met my gaze, one eyebrow raised.

We both burst out laughing.

Priorities sorted; pizza first, unpacking later.