Eric immediately pulled away from me when we heard someone say my name. I turned around. It was Joel!

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, his voice filled with anger.

"Nothing," Eric said, "This girl was trying to make out with me and I hardly even know her." My jaw dropped. He was such a liar!

"Really?" Joel said, "Because where I was standing, it was the other way around!"

"Maybe you were wrong," Eric shot back as he stood up straighter. I noticed his muscles were starting to tense up.

"The first mistake you made was laying your filthy hands on Marta. Your second mistake was lying to me," Joel told him, his eyes flashing with fury, "Now get out before I call the cops!"

"What are the cops going to do?" Eric arched his eyebrows mockingly.

"I wouldn't know; I'm not a psycho," Joel answered, "But it would be nice if you told me once they're done with you."

"Fine," Eric said as he turned around and left the club.

"What happened?" Joel asked me, his brown eyes full of concern, "Did he hurt you?"

"Not really," I replied.

"Are you here alone?" he asked as he looked around the room.

I shook my head, "No, I'm here with Freddy. He just went to get something to drink and he said he'd be back in a minute."

"Uh-huh," Joel nodded understandingly, "Well, you'd better stay with me until he gets back otherwise, some other crazy guy might try to come after you." I nodded as I noticed him getting closer to me and putting an arm around my shoulder. I didn't mind. Joel, I like; Eric, forget about it!

Joel and I started talking about ourselves. Well, we basically told each other what we were into and stuff like that.

A few minutes later, Freddy rejoined us.

"Hey, it's you from the pizza place!" Freddy grinned when he saw him.

"Yeah, you're Freddy," Joel answered.

"You're Joel," Freddy answered.

"And I'm Marta. Now that we all know each other's names, can we please do something more fun than stand around doing nothing?" I grinned.

"Sure," Freddy grinned as he kissed my forehead. We started dancing to the song that started "Cadillac Dress" from SoulDecision. I moved my hips from side to side doing this thing with my shoulders that Freddy told me drives him crazy (in a good way).

"You're a good dancer," Joel told me.

"Thanks," I grinned.

"You run me over in Cadillac dress; you got me dancing SOS..." I sang along to the music. When I turned my head, I noticed Freddy grinning at me.

"What is it?" I asked him.

He tilted his head slightly, "You're singing again."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"No," he smiled, "I like your singing." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I giggled. It wasn't one of those cheesy giggles like the idiotic girls on TV do. It was just, well, a giggle. I can't call it a laugh, because that's louder. I can't call it a chuckle, because it just wasn't. It was a giggle. Ok, why am I going into so much detail about giggling?

Anyway, about 45 minutes later, Freddy and I decided to head back to the hotel.

Guess what happened when we got there. No, really, I want you to guess! Do you give up yet? Well, the rest of the band wasn't there!

"Where the hell are they?" I cried after I had looked into the five rooms the 16 of us had rented. I looked into the room that Michelle, Eleni and I were sharing again.

"Marta," Freddy said, "I think that you might have a case of short-term memory loss because we came back and found Dewey's note less than ten minutes ago! See!" He thrust the note towards me.

"Oh yeah," I remembered and blushed a little bit, "Silly me." I looked at the note. It read:

Hey Blondie, Spazzy,

Ok then, while you were out, the movie finished. We got bored 10 minutes later, and we started getting restless waiting for you two to come back. We decided to take a walk instead of waiting because you know how Zack gets when he's hyper. We'll be back soon.

Rock on!

Dewey & the Band

"All the people in the city must be getting super freaked-out," I grinned, "When they see the gang walking with Dewey!"

"Yeah," Freddy agreed, "God, we're like a herd when we're all together like that!" I nodded.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "I don't know, burn stuff."

"Freddy," I said as I grabbed the newspaper on the table next to me. I took a couple of steps closer to him and hit him over the head with it.

"Hey, don't you go around hitting me over the head with that!" he grinned as he grabbed it and started chasing me around the hallway. I was giggling and neither one of us noticed when the man from the lobby and another man who worked at the hotel came behind us and grabbed us.

"Que faites vous ?" he asked.

"Pardon?" I said.

"Sorry," Freddy shook his head, "We don't speak French."

"Oh," the man nodded, "Well then, what in the world are you doing?" He had a very heavy French accent and I almost laughed but held it in for two reasons. Firstly, it's not very nice. Secondly, I had a feeling he would kick us out of the hotel if I did. I would just like to say that Dewey would not be happy if he found out that Freddy and I were kicked out of the hotel.

"Umm," I looked at the floor sheepishly.

"Uh," Freddy looked at the ceiling.

"As I thought," the man said smugly, "I'll let it go this time, but if it happens again, then I'm afraid I will have to kick you out of the hotel. Is that understood?" We nodded, but not really because we understood. It was mostly because we wanted the man to leave us alone.

THE NEXT MORNING:

"Wake up," I felt someone shaking me gently.

I pulled the covers on my bed up to cover my face, "No."

"Come on Marta, you have to get up," that someone was shaking me again. I figured that it was Michelle.

"No," I flipped over so I was on my stomach with my face staring into the pillow. It was a very nice pillow by the way, very comfortable.

"Marta, Joel is showing us around town today. He'll be here in an hour and a half," I felt Michelle pull the covers off the bed and start pulling my arm.

"Fine," I sighed as I got out of bed.

"Good girl," Michelle smiled.

I walked over to my suitcase, picked out my clothes and then headed to the bathroom in our room.

About 20 minutes later, I was dressed and ready to eat. I was wearing pink and black halter top, striped pants in two shades of pink, a chunky black belt with a pink buckle and pink converse chucks, the kind Hilary Duff wears in "A Cinderella Story". I added a few black bracelets on my wrists and tied my hair back in a high ponytail. My only make-up was pink lip-gloss.

I walked down the stairs from our room to the dining room and looked for the rest of the band. They were crowded around one big circle-shaped table. I ran to join them.

"Hi people," I smiled as I grabbed a chair and sat between Summer and Freddy.

"Hey Blondie," Dewey said, "Today, that French guy is going to show us around Montreal. We're all going to be on our best behavior, isn't that right?"

"Yes Dewey," we chorused.

"Great," he grinned, "So what do you guys want for breakfast?"

His answers were random cries like, "Pancakes," "French toast," "Cereal," "Toast," and "Waffles."

"Slow down," he told us, "One at a time. Tinkerbell, you're first."

I'm sure it wasn't less than 20 minutes later that we all told Dewey what we wanted. Another 15 minutes later, we had our food. An hour later, we were standing in the lobby waiting for Joel to arrive.

"Hi you guys," he said as he burst through the double-doors, "Sorry I'm a few minutes late. My car was stalling so I had to use the Metro instead."

"It's nothing," Dewey said as he rubbed his hands together, "What do you have in store for us today?"

"Well," Joel grinned, "I thought you guys might like to see the Paramount theatre and Mount Royal today."

"Ok then gang, let's get rocking," Dewey pumped his fist in the air.

10 minutes later, we were at the Paramount, which was huge, and deciding what movie to see. The girls were saying "Sleepover," while the guys were arguing for "White Chicks". We were in a deadlock when Joel decided to save the day.

"Marta," he tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him.

"I have a suggestion but I don't think I can get it out over them, do you mind whistling again?" he asked. I grinned, put my two fingers in my mouth and whistled as hard as I could. Everyone immediately stopped talking.

"Everyone, Joel has a suggestion," I said.

"Would anyone mind if we saw Spiderman? It's supposed to be really good and have amazing special effects," he asked, "A few of my friends saw it and they said it was great."

His suggestion was met with either girls screaming, "Let's see Spiderman! Peter Parker is so hot!" or guys screaming, "Yeah, I saw the commercials and the effects were really cool!"

"It's decided then," I shrugged my shoulders.

A couple of hours later, we had seen the movie. We all loved it! The effects were great, it was completely captivating, the actors were great, and actually, it was all great! We decided to go to lunch and then go to the mountain, which is really an igneous intrusion, whatever that is.

When we got to this little lake thing on the mountain, we decided to stop there. Form there, we split up a little bit. We were all near the lake, but some of us went on the peddle-boats, others tanned, some played football and some of us (me included) just sat around. I sat down on the grass and stared at Freddy and Zack, who were in a peddle-boat, trying to ram into other people. I couldn't help but laugh. I noticed Joel sitting down beside me. I looked at him and smiled.

"Look at them," I pointed to Zack and Freddy. He looked and laughed.

"You guys must all be pretty close then," he grinned.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I mean, we've been going to school together since Kindergarten, but we only became very close in 5th grade, when Dewey arrived. It was a big scandal. He impersonated our substitute teacher and had us form a rock band for the Battle of the Bands. Even when we found out he lied, we still loved him and went to the Battle of the Bands with him."

"I wish that would happen to me," he rolled his eyes, "My Math teacher last year, Mr. Lindale, was the worst teacher ever. I wish he turned out to be a phony and my class got to be in a rock band." He started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I sat up a little bit straighter.

"It's just that I can't imagine my class becoming a rock band," he smiled.

"That's exactly what we thought in 5th grade, but look at us now! We have a record deal and we're doing concerts. It's awesome," I said as I fiddled with one of my bracelets. He nodded and smiled at me.

"You have a nice smile," I told him.

"Thanks," he said, "So do you." I nodded and went back to staring at Zack and Freddy, who were now being chased by a little kid in a peddle-boat. The hunter became the hunted! I couldn't help but giggle. I heard Joel giggling too. After a bit, I grew tired of watching them so I lay down in the sun and fell asleep.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Gwen, Joel and Marta's brother, everything else forget it.

Thank-you's:

Xobadrhymer03: Yes, hit Eric...but make sure it's hard!

Weirdo: Thanks so much!

Pyro and rock 'n' roll babe: Don't worry Marta isn't raped. See, it was Joel to the rescue! LOL.

Super Monkey289: You rock! I should have done something like that too! Then, my teachers would have thought I was even more psycho than they already do.

ThatJoeyKid: See, that was a very good suggestion, but the thing is, I wanted to use Joel in there because he has a bigger part in this story than you think. I shouldn't have said that though. Me and my big mouth. LOL.

Emma: Thank you so much!

Evilbabycsh8: Yeah, I know he's a pervert, but he's only one of many in this world. That probably didn't make sense to you, but it's ok. I don't make sense to most people.

Random Comments: I'm so glad that so many of you cared about and mourned the death of Johnny Ramone. You all rock!

Again, I'm so sorry that you have to wait so long for me to up-date. It's only because I have way too much schoolwork to up-date less than every two weeks. I mean, this chapter was ready since last Friday, but I totally forgot to post it. Sorry everyone! Keep reviewing though and I'll keep writing.