New chapter! This story will be longer than Stuck in the Dark. I will try to update more. Please review!

"Geesh Emmett, why are all of you stuff so heavy? Better yet, why didn't you hire some movers?" We had already moved my stuff in, which wasn't as much stuff as Emmett's junk by a long shot. "Well, movers cost a lot of money, which I don't have." I understood that, but why did I had to help carry Emmett's furniture? They are so heavy!

After we had brought everything in, we decided to rest. "You do know I'm going to make sure this place always stays nice," I said. He nodded. I continued, "Which means no clothes, food, and/or junk on the floor. The bathroom and kitchen will also be clean, as well as every place else." He groaned. "When did you decide to become my mother?" I stuck my tongue out at him. I decided that this was not the time to tell him that I have slight OCD when it comes to cleanliness. "I just don't want this place to look like a bachelor pad," I said. He sighed.

I had already set up my room while Emmett was only half-way done, but I didn't want to help. What? I was tired. I flopped on my bed and opened my latest issue of Elle. After a couple pages of advice and decorating, I finally got to my favorite part: fashion! The spread was called All About the Green. Why green of all colors? It also looked a tad bit eighties-ish. I thought I saw someone I knew in it, but I wasn't sure who it was. He had dark brown hair, and had a fierce stare. I stared at it. After a while of staring, it came to me. The guy was Warner! I thought, "It can't be Warner, can it?"

I decided to get Emmett's help. "Emmett!" I yelled while heading into the hallway. Emmett was trying to move the sofa in the living room. He was sweating like crazy, yet he still looked cute, like a helpless puppy. "What?" I came up to him and pointed to the picture. "Does that look like Warner to you?" He groaned. "Why do you need my opinion?" He looked at the picture, "Crap, it does look like him." I raised my eyebrows. "I'll go call him," I said. "Then, why did you ask me my opinion?" he asked. "I just enjoy annoying you."

I walked back into my room and whipped out my sparkly pink cell phone. I dialed a number I haven't called in a year. It rang once. "This is Warner," I heard a deep voice say. "Hey, Warner, this is Elle Woods-" "Elle! I haven't heard from you in forever!" I laughed considering finals were like last week. "Warner, this may sound crazy, but here it goes. I opened the latest issue of Elle and there was a model that looked exactly like you." I sighed. There was a silence. No laughter or anything, just silence. Then he spoke, "Yeah that was me. I dropped out of Harvard to start modeling. I make more that way, anyway." Omigod! He dropped out of Harvard! This was too crazy to be true. "What about your plan?" I asked him. "Well, my brother can take care about that. He is better at that law stuff anyways."

I was about to hang up, "Well by-

"Wait!"

"What"

"Just do me a favor."

"As a friend, I just want to finish law school."

"Ok. Bye."

There was a click. That was kind of weird.

"Emmett!" I rushed out the door.

"What!" He looked so mad, yet seriously hot. Why am I thinking this?

"That model was Warner!"

"Great." I swear his sarcasm is deadly.

He was still trying to move that sofa. He asked, "Can you please help me?"

"Fine."

He explained that he was trying to rotate it the wall. Easy enough. I pushed it. It went straight to the wall. "I hate you," he said.

Happy New Year! I swear I will update more. I put a reference to another musical in there. Whoever finds it gets a giant chocolate chip cookie!