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A/N: I'm soooo glad you guys like this! I was a little hesitant about posting it, but, since I'm getting all these awesome reviews, I think I'll keep it up. Let me know what y'all think of these next two chapters. (Ch. 6 and 7 used to be one chapter, but I separated them.)

Chapter 6: Trouble

"Ohmigosh! Are you serious, Chris?" I couldn't believe what my twin had just told me. "Those stupid punks really put liquid nitrogen all over Varsity's stuff?!"

Myranda raised her eyebrows, and mouthed, "Really?"

I nodded at her. Then I continued to listen to Chris on the other end of the receiver. "They're gonna do what?" My eyes got big in amusement. "Walk out on them at the Minnesota Club and leave them with the check?"

Myranda laughed. Then she looked apologetically at me. I waved her reaction away with my hand.

"So, when are they doing this? Next Friday? So cool! That'll teach those punks a lesson." I shook my head in pride.

"What was that? Oh, our gig. Tonight, at the big welcome back party at Cole's. Okay, see you then. Love you, too. Bye."

"I hope you found a singer and that you told our drummer about tonight." Myranda looked at me pointedly.

"Have no fear, my little bassist. I have informed our drummer and Nick says he'll be here to get us at 5:00 As for a singer, I believe Nick does a superb job when we practice and I have entrusted him with said job. So there!" I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Fine!" She stuck her tongue out, too. Then, in a businesslike tone, she asked, "How long do we have tonight?"

"About two hours. He wants to play some of his new CDs." I rolled my eyes.

"So what are we playing?"

"Definitely 'You Shook Me All Night Long.' Maybe 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot.' And Nick said something about 'Overload.' I guess we'll just play whatever."

Myranda nodded and went back to her magazine.

knock, knock, knock.

"Don't hurt yourself getting up. I got the door," I teased. I stood up and fixed my frog pajamas as I walked to the door.

When I opened the door, I wished I could die. There was Adam, with a box under his arm. He turned to face me when he heard the door open.

"Adam. What's going on?" I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the doorframe.

"Hi. Can we talk for a second?" He looked past me to Myranda, then shot me a pleading look.

"Ah, sure." I closed the door and leaned back on it. "What do you need?"

"I looked for you after the game to walk you here, but I couldn't find you." He put his free hand on the door, right above my shoulder. "Where'd you go?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well, I had a few phone calls to make." I looked at the floor and my bare feet.

"Really?" Adam put a finger under my chin and pulled my face up. "What phone calls?"

"Oh, you know. Calling my mom, checking on my twin brother, calling the drummer in the band playing at Cole's to remind him about the party." I laughed, more to make myself comfortable then at something funny. I cleared my throat. "What's with the box?"

"Oh!" He handed it to me. "It's for you."

I opened the box and pulled out the thing inside. "Wow!!" I said in fake enthusiasm. "My own Ducks' jersey."

"Yeah. I gave you number thirteen because I heard from a reliable source it was your favorite number. Do you like it?"

"Yeah," I lied as I tossed it back into the box and held it to my chest. I smiled. "Who told you thirteen was my favorite number?"

"Myranda." Adam pushed a stray hair out of my eyes. "Are you going to Cole's party tonight?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

"See you there, then." Adam leaned in and kissed me. "Bye."

Adam left me standing there in a daze.

What just happened here? I thought. I wrinkled my nose in concentration. Came into hall, told him I called mom, Chris, and Nick, got jersey, said I was going to Cole's, got kissed, said goodbye.

"Wait!" I said to no one in particular. "He kissed me! He wasn't supposed to do that!"

I went back into the dorm.

"What's that?" Myranda pointed to the box.

I pulled the shirt out. "Oh, it's my new Ducks' jersey from Adam. He personalized it with my name and favorite number. Thanks a lot!" I threw the shirt at her.

"Sorry, Lil. He put me on the spot." She threw it into the closet.

"When?" I sat Indian style on the floor.

"This morning when I went to get donuts."

"This blows!" I grabbed a pillow. Then I screamed into it. After a few minutes, I stopped.

"What time is it?"

"About twenty-five to five. Why?"

"We have to meet Nick at the gate in forty-five minutes." I jumped up and grabbed my shower gear.

Ten minutes later, I was back in my dorm room, finding my party outfit.

"Wear the suede dress with the fringe." She didn't even look up from her magazine.

"Thanks." I got dressed and looked at her clothes. "Leather cat suit? Nice! Your bass ready to go?"

"Yeah." She finally dropped the magazine. She grabbed her bass and my guitar. "You got the amps?"

"Yeah, yeah, go."

Nick met us right on time. He was my next door neighbor and a year older than us, thus the reason he was driving… He had his license.

We loaded up the van and I hopped into the front seat beside him. I gave him the directions to Cole's. We barely got there by 5:30.

"Where are we setting this stuff up, Cole?" I asked, pushing past him and heading to the backyard.

"Back there." He pointed at an outdoor stage. "You have thirty minutes to set up before the party starts."

We set up fast and tuned our instruments.

"Any requests for the first son, Colie?" I asked, fooling around on my guitar.

"Yeah. 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot.' Do you know it?"

"Yep, we can do it. First, we're gonna warm up." I gave the band the chord we were doing our practice song in and started.

After that, we went right into Cole's request. People started to show up. My brothers came in and smiled at me as I sang the chorus through for the first time.

I smiled back and started the second verse.

The song had just ended when Banks walked in.

"Okay, guys 'Centerfold' on three. Count it down, big guy." I looked at my dark-haired friend. He nodded back.

"But, Lil, that's your 'flirty' song!" She was referring to the way I liked to pretend to be the girl the song is about and 'flirt' with Nick and the audience. Myranda looked aghast.

I looked at Adam. "I know."

Nick started banging his drumsticks together to identify the rhythm. "One, two, one, two, three."

YAY!! FUN!! Continued in Chapter 7