Tibby groaned loudly as bright, sharp light flooded the room and woke her severely from a deep sleep. It took a few seconds for her eyes to focus on Brian standing by the blinds, glowering down at her. Tibby felt disoriented for a minute, before she realised she was on the couch in their hotel room, where she had crashed after getting back from the concert in the early hours of the morning.

'You were drinking?' snapped Brian, it was more of an accusation than a question.

'What? Oh, I had a couple of beers, Brian. Since where are you the enforcer of underage drinking laws?' Tibby snapped foggily

Brian shook his head with a look of frustration. 'Oh Tibby, I don't care what you want to do with your new friend, but apparently the rest of New York does'.

He thrust a newspaper into her face. There, on the front page was a picture of Andy handing a beaming Tibby a beer at the concert. The headline read 'Ferrier's underage conquest'

Suddenly Tibby was wide away. 'Ohymygod' the words rushed out as one. She felt her cheeks getting read at the headline's assumption that she had slept with Andy. She was surprised to realise that she cared less what the entire city of New York thought, but more of what Brian thought.

Tibby looked up at Brian. ' I didn't….we didn't…' she trailed off, looking back down at the photo. She did appear as the besotted, desperate teenager basking in Andy's attention. Is that what Andy and Brian both thought of her?

'Honestly Brian..it's not what it looks like' Tibby felt her eyes welling up. She suddenly empathised with people in the entertainment industry who had to defend themselves against the tabloids on a regular basis.

Brian sighed and sat down next to her. ' I know its not Tibby, I know you remember! I just hope this will make you understand what I have been trying to tell you the last few days. Andrew Ferrier is bad news. Do you think his family don't have some sway over the media? They own the majority of it. I'm sure that if Andrew hadn't wanted this picture to come out it wouldn't have. He's exploiting you for the media attention.'

Tibby turned to look at Brian, a horrified look on her face. 'Brian, you cant be serious?'she asked incredulously. Not everything is some big conspiracy. Andy probably had no idea there were even tabloid photographers at the concert, let alone thatthe picture would be in the paper this morning. You'll use any excuse to turn me against him. I'm really sorry that I haven't been spending every single second with you Brian, but you really have to let this go.'

'Tibby, He probably hired the photographer in the first place' Brian said through clenched teeth

Tibby rubbed her temples with her palms.

'I'm getting a headache'

'Yeah, that would probably be the hangover' said Brian angrily, he had taken a deep breath, no doubt preparing to give Tibby another lecture, but before he could speak there was a knock at the door.

'Tibby? It's Andy, are you in there' came a voice, when neither Tibby nor Brian moved from their angry glare at one another to answer the door.

Tibby gave Brian a silencing stare and went to answer the door. She opened it to Andy's visibly pained face. There were flowers in one hand, and the mornings paper in the other. Tibby attempted an undaunted smile, but it dame off as more of a grimace. She stood back to let him in.

'Oh hello Brian' said Andy amicably when he noticed Tibby's friend standing by the couch. Brian just stared coldly at him, before turning and walking out of the room without looking at Tibby.

'Sorry about him' Tibby ventured.

Andy shook his head and look down 'No, I understand perfectly why he wouldn't like me. He's just being a good friend. Protective of you…' Andy trailed off, Tibby didn't say anything, sensing he wasn't finished.

'..Tibby, I'm so sorry about this' he gestured to the paper, which he had thrown down onto the coffee table 'I should have warned you that the New York tabloids had somehow received word of me being in New York for the festival, I should have known that they would be looking for me, I just didn't think they would have been able to get past the concert security, and I didn't want to scare you off by saying anything' He pushed a lock of hair off his face and gave Tibby such an apologetic look that she had to instantly reassure Andy she didn't blame him.

'It's not your fault Andy, you didn't know the photographers would be there, and I should never have accepted the beer, I'm as responsible for being portrayed as a underage idiot as the tabloids are for putting that spin on things.'

Andy smiled at her and stepped in closer, reaching out to hold her arm. 'You're really amazing Tibby, I just hope that this doesn't make you weary of us spending more time together, because I really love your company' Andy took a deep breath '..and I'm hoping that youwill accompany me to the Film Festival as my date. Then we can show those tabloids that you are more to me than an 'underage conquest'.

Tibby felt like she was going to faint. He was a smooth talker that was for sure. Those big brown eyes were looking down at her questioningly, and she could only nod, a goofy smile on her face. Somewhere inside she was mercilessly mocking herself for lapping up Andy's words, when normally she was such a romance cynic. If she had heard those words spoken to a girl in a movie she would have laughed out loud. But when a gorgeous guy was speaking them to her, in real life, it was a whole different story. So when Andy leaned down and kissed her, there was no resistance. She felt like it was happening to someone else, this couldn't be her life. Their lips parted and Andrew smiled at her, pulling her into a hug. It was all so surreal.

The front door shut with a loud slam. Tibby didn't even notice Brian leaving.