NOTE FROM AUTHOR/

This chapter gets sort of annoying at the end. Two girls get in a brand fight, but it foreshadows and helps set up something's that will happen later. So please hang on. In this chapter you meet a bit more of Reagan. But what's more you meet characters that will be reoccurring in the story. I own none of the brands, but the people below (other then Haley) are my own. It was extremely hard to introduce all 6 characters and keep a conversation going back and forth without getting confused. I beg that you keep track of who is talking because each character has a defined personality and it comes out in this chapter. I made these teenage characters and their dialogue after people I know and conversations I would expect us to have in their situation. A little overview. Ally is like Brooke. Reagan is just Reagan. John was VERY loosely based off of Chris. John and Miles are like the two stooges. TJ is a moody outcast, but you see a lighter side of him in this chapter. Quinn is a sexy geek/ smart alec. Okay now I am just practically repeating myself. But once again PLEASE keep tabs on who is talking.

Chapter 10

Smells like Teen Spirit.

Haley stood behind an open door watching a group of six teenagers socialize backstage. There were 4 boys, and two girls, one being Reagan. Haley recognized one of the boys as the drummer. He had shaggy blonde hair that fell into his eyes. After awhile she picked up on everyone's names. His was Miles. Another Haley placed as the guitarist, he had clean cut hair and looked like a younger Shane West, and she could only assume he was a heart throb. His name was John. The gothic boy they called TJ, with the lip rings and hair in a Mohawk was obviously the basest. And the forth boy with glasses, Quinn, but a teen vibe of sexiness Haley guessed was the techno person, or piano player, she wasn't quite sure. The other girl with them hadn't been on stage at all, she assumed. She was called Ally

"Did you know they offer wine, champagne, and beer to the stars? But here in our lowly dressing room we are offered juice and water!" said Miles.

"I'm surprised they didn't offer us milk," offered John. "As my mother always says YOU KIDS NEED STRONG BONES!"

"Wait, I thought she always said TURN OFF THAT MUSIC! ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH A GIRL UP THERE? WHAT IS WITH THAT-"

"She says that too TJ." John interrupted the gothic boy.

"Who cares what his mother says?" Quizzed Reagan, boredly flipping through a magazine.

"You haven't heard what his mama says in bed."

"Because we all know that's all the action Miles can get. I feel even more sorry for John's mother" Added TJ.

"I really need a drink." Moaned the girl.

Quinn looked at her and pushed up his glasses. "Drinking kills you."

"Well thank you Mr. Party pooper? What are you, my mother?"

"What is it with you people and mothers?" Reagan questioned

"What's your problem Reagan? You aren't boring us to death with your non stop jibber jabber. Something must be wrong." John asked while pulling her into his lap.

"Yea Reag, we can read you like a book." Miles added while sitting on top of Reagan.

"Well then she must be hard to read for you." Quinn retorted from the corner as Ally looked at Miles in awe.

"Wait, you can read? Yea right. Well then what's the last book you read? Huh? And it better not be a picture book."

"Okay, we can read you like a magazine." Miles corrected himself.

"Better not be a porno one." Quinn teased.

"Ewww. Reagan, in playboy? Blech!" Mile exclaimed while jumping off of his place on Reagan.

"I don't know. Underneath it all she-" John said in a voice that made Reagan herself, also jump away from him with a sneer.

"Stop undressing me with your eyes, John. I'm just worried about Jeff.

"Reagan and Jeff sitting in a bush, up down, up down, push, push, push!" chanted Miles and John.

"Please, he is just a friend."

"One that she makes out with." Miles said while turning to TJ.

"And has babies with." He added.

"Hey I am your friend. Why don't I get that kind of love?" John protested from the couch.

"She wants love, John, not STD's." Quinn said with a smug smile.

"Guys, he's a friend, nothing more. I love him just like I love you guys. You people know how I get when I am worried about someone. You know how much I luff joo guys."

"Do we ever. You 'luff'everyone, drama queen." Tj scoffed.

"And we luff you too" Miles said while throwing a pillow at her.

"Luff isn't a word." Quinn replied.

"Who isn't madly in love with me? One at a time ladies." John announced while proudly strutting around the room. Only to have the pillow Reagan had thrown at her being hurtled in his face.

"I'd love you even more if I had a drink. Are you sure you don't have any vodka stashed around here?" Ally moaned again.

"Ally, all we have is right in front of us. Grape juice toast anyone?" Reagan said while pouring grape juice into six cups and rolling her eyes at the comment that came out of Miles.

"They make toast with grape juice? I thought they just made wheat-"

"To world peace." Reagan announced raising her glass after she has distributed the glasses among them.

"To a kick a- I mean bootay show." TJ added.

"And Reagan's career without us." John said while lightly punching Reagan with his free hand.

"I will never forget my hommies."

"To all the money she will make." Miles sputtered.

"That means all the clothes. All the jeans! You have to take me shopping when you become rich! To the sevens for all mankind." Ally breathed.

"To the Citizens of Humanity." Reagan continued, also getting lost in a daydream of pants.

"To all the chip and Peppers."

"To all the Rock and Republics."

"To all the joies" Ally said in a more competitive voice.

"To all the Joes"

"To all the A&F"

"To all the A&E" Reagan quickly backfired.

"To all the Miss Sixties" Miles proudly announced. After getting very alarmed looks he sunk back a bit and let the competition continue around him.

"To all the Paper Denim and Cloth" Ally continued.

"To all the Angels" Reagan replied, never being one to lose.

"To all the True Religion."

"NO MORE CLOTHES COMPETING! How many times a day ladies do we HAVE to go over this..." John tutted

Regan raised her arms in frustration. "Aww but Ally was just running out…"

"I was not! I was just getting sta-" Ally tried to backfire but was cut off by John.

"Whatever! Enough. To becoming famous!"

"TO Coach." Reagan said with a sly smile. Always being the competitive one she wouldn't stop until she had had the last word.

"TO Doonie and Burke." Ally smiled, catching on and welcoming and challenge.

"To Louie Vuitton."

"To Michael Kors."

"To juicy."

"To-"

"I said no more clothing…" John roared and Reagan stuck her tongue out smugly.

"But we were naming purses…" Came the losing whine of Ally.

John rolled his eyes. "Same thing."

"Well technically-" Quinn started

"All right, all right, all right." Reagan interrupted and held her glass high and made the circle, which had gotten smaller during the brand fight ,wider again. "A toast o our futures apart and together. To the times we have shared and the times we will. To the performances ahead and behind us. But most of all, a toast, to music."

After everyone had downed their glasses, and before they had time to start of another loud discussion Haley knocked to let her presence be known. She felt everyone's eyes lock on hers.

"Hi, Um….. I am Haley James."