A slow song was playing and Dana swayed to the music with her arms wrapped around Logan. She felt happy… happier than she had in a long time. Due to the movie shoot, she had lost a lot of sleep and energy. She needed tonight to be her night of relaxation. She closed her eyes and sighed in a comforted sort of way. It would just be a fun, peaceful, no celebrity type night with her friends. That was what she wanted.

But it wasn't what she got.

"Isn't that Dana Cruz dancing with her husband, Logan Reese?" A girl, age nineteen with blond hair tied in an elaborate bun, pointed the couple out. Her friends squinted and nodded their heads eagerly, gaping at the two of them slow dancing on the bright, flashing dance floor.

"Oh my God, I read about them inmy magazine!"

"Let's go ask for their autograph!"

The girls got out of their seats and ran on to the dance floor, surrounding Logan and Dana, all talking at once. Dana felt a pen poke her in the arm and she turned to see a girl demanding for her signature. She felt her heart drop. She didn't like being surrounded at all. It was one of the things she hated about being a famous actress.

"Whoa, girls, calm down," Logan said, looking overwhelmed.

More people gathered around them and soon they were swallowed up in people waving pens and papers. The doors of the night club burst open and several people with cameras came running in. Paparazzi had found them.

Michael and Quinn, who were at the bar getting a drink, spotted the mob. Right in the middle of it they saw Logan and Dana trying desperately to get out safely. Michael dropped his drink and ran to save them with Quinn at his heels. They slid into the huge frenzy of crazy fans and tried to reach their friends.

"Logan!" Dana cried as a few people pushed her away to get to the famous director. "Logan, where are you?" She shoved a few pens and papers away from her face as she tried to get to her husband who was distantly calling her name.

"Dana!" Quinn was screaming into the crowd. "Dana, where are-"

Snap, snap, flash! The photographers were going mad taking pictures of the famous couple covering their eyes. Michael shoved one out of the way and spotted Logan. He managed to make his way over to him with only a few scratches and a lost button on his shirt. He gasped for breath as he clung on to Logan's arm.

"Fans are wild," he said.

"I know," Logan mumbled. "C'mon, let's go get Dana and get out of here!" He looked through the crowd, searching for his wife. Instead he saw Quinn ambling towards him. She looked as if she had been thrown into a herd of angry zebras. Her glasses were askew and she was stumbling as she walked. Michael managed to reach over and grab his arm. The three of them now stood in the center of the crowd without Dana, being bombarded with Logan's insane fans.

Nicole and Tony, who had just spotted what was going on, ran over to the huge mob. Pushing their way through people, they managed to grab on to Dana and run out. Right behind them, Logan, Michael, and Quinn had escaped from the clingy fans. The six of them hurtled toward the table where Zoey and Jake sat.

"What school did you go to?" Zoey asked, her eyes drooping. They had stood up to go dance, but Zoey was so drunk that she had just slumped back down. She had grabbed another beer bottle and was attempting to hold it up properly.

"I don't remember," Jake said, shrugging. "My aunt and uncle said I went to some kind of weird school, but it shut down." He sighed and chewed some peanuts. "I never really did officially graduate."

Zoey spat out some beer and it landed on her skirt. "Oh that tasted weird." She made a face and giggled. "So Jake, where do you live now?"

"I moved out of my aunt and uncle's place awhile ago," Jake said, getting concerned for Zoey's well being. "I live in an apartment. It's close by yours actually. Maybe you could come visit sometime…"

Zoey nodded. "Right… sure…" She looked hard at Jake's face. "How exactly did your parents die?" The question had come out of no where. She was drunk and looked about ready to throw up. "I mean… car accident, right? So what? Was it a really bad one or…"

Jake turned away. "I don't know. I wasn't there."

"If you weren't there, where were you?" Zoey said, raising her eyebrows.

Jake paused. He wasn't sure where he was. He wasn't sure about anything. His aunt had always said he had short term memory, but surely it couldn't be so bad that he couldn't remember what he was doing the day his parents died…

"Jake!" Dana yelled. "Zoey!"

Jake looked and saw Logan, Dana, Nicole, Tony, Quinn, and Michael running toward them with a herd of people following. Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He threw some money on to their table to cover for the drinks.

"Let's go!" Nicole screamed.

"Let's go where?" Jake asked, sounding confused.

Nicole quickly explained in one breath. "Crazy fans attacking- we got to get out of here!" She grabbed Zoey's arm and pulled, but she wouldn't move. Nicole thrust a panic stricken look at Dana who grabbed Zoey's other arm.

"You're drunk!" Dana cried, anger making her face red.

"Dana," Zoey said, grinning stupidly. "You've got curly hair." She reached over and pulled one of Dana's curls so it bounced wildly around. Dana was furious by now. She reached over and slapped Zoey in the face.

"Hey, don't hit her," Jake said protectively.

"What are you, her boyfriend?" Logan yelled. He grabbed Zoey and pulled her up to her feet. He stared her straight in the eye and said, "We're not going to be mobbed by paparazzi and crazy fans just because YOU'RE drunk."

Zoey stumbled and sighed. "Nicole, turn the lights off. I'm sleepy."

"Zoey," Nicole said, sounding scared. "What are you talking about?"

Cameras were flashing again. Fans had surrounded them. Dana and Logan ran and Michael and Quinn followed. They could hear the convertible engine start and the golf cart rolling away. Nicole glanced helplessly at Zoey before tugging Tony out of the night club.

Paparazzi had swarmed Zoey and Jake now. Friends of celebrities were almost as good as the actual celebrity. Jake frantically looked around for help, but seeing none, he quickly hoisted Zoey on to his back so he was piggy backing her and ran out of the night club. He opened the front door and put Zoey in and then got into the driver's seat and drove away quickly.

"What's going on…?" Zoey mumbled.

Jake glanced at her. Her eyelids were fluttering. "Zoey, you're drunk," he whispered. He turned away from her so he couldn't see her red face. He was driving quickly to ensure that she would not throw up in his car any time soon. When they reached the apartment, Jake parked the car in front of the building and got out of the automobile. He walked around and opened Zoey's door and hauled her out, piggy backing her once again. Locking the car doors, he went into the apartment and headed for the elevator.

Once on the seventh floor, Jake set Zoey down on the ground where she weakly handed him the key. He opened the door to her room and carried her in. He was starting to get very tired. Dropping Zoey on a nearby couch, he fell on to the ground, exhausted.

"Thanks, Jake," Zoey said quietly. "But I could've walked myself you know…" She hiccupped and giggled a little. Then she groaned and slapped a hand over her mouth. "Bathroom," she whispered. Jake sighed and had to carry her all the way to the bathroom. As she leaned over the toilet and threw up, Jake wandered into a nearby bedroom.

It was Zoey's room. Everything looked neat and orderly. Jake looked around and sighed. He started to walk out of her room when he saw a box on top of her dresser drawer with the lid closed. Curiosity got the better of him. He started towards it. Something told him not to look in it. It was personal property after all. He tried to look away, but it was as if the box was calling to him. Sighing, he grabbed it in one swift motion and opened the lid.

The box was stuffed with envelopes. He frowned and picked one up, reading the address to it. It was written to Chase. It was then that he knew that he couldn't read it. These were personal to Zoey. He turned to put it back in its place when he accidentally dropped the box, sending letters everywhere.

Groaning, he paused and listened. He could still hear Zoey throwing up into the toilet. Quickly he bent down to pick up all the stray letters when one caught his eye. It had a huge number one written on the envelope and it looked old. He picked it up. It must have been the very first letter she had written to him. Glancing around as if he expected Zoey to barge in on him, he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.

Dear Chase

Um, I don't really know what to say…ha, ha, yea… I know, weird, huh? Well, I guess first off I have to say that I really miss you and I wish you were right here and…

Jake couldn't make out the next words because of the tear blots.

…isn't the same without you. Come back to me, please? I wish you and your parents never died. Annie and Thomas Matthews were great- they were like second parents to me too. And who knows… they could've been…

Jake froze. Annie and Thomas Matthews were the name of his parents? He clenched the letter in his eyes, unable to take his eyes off the words. Annie and Thomas Matthews… he wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, but those were the names of his dead parents.