Hey, everyone. I've been busy, since I haven't updated in awhile now. I've been stressing, and it's been hectic. This is the last chapter, so I hope you review, and tell me if you liked the story. Tell me your opinion.

If you even care, I'm going to write 15 of this series. The next one WILL be different, but I don't want to give it all away, so you'll just have to watch out for me. I'm about to start the 12th one, and it should be interesting. OTHER than that, in my REAL, personal life, things have been weird. If you want to know more about me, and what I do, head on over to my MYSPACE page. The link is in my profile.

happy thanksgiving;xoxo-julia.


CHAPTER 8---

It's been a month since that day at the beach. I just finished the album, Just a Dream, and it'll be out in 5 weeks time from today. We're doing the cover shoot today, and I'm hoping things turn out ok. Hopefully, they will. I'm doing a lot today, just by myself, but then I'm having friends come in for some of the pictures that will be on the inside of the album. It's going to be an interesting and fun day.

I guess you could say that the 'theme' is punk princess. There's ripped shirts, converse with suits, and skinny jeans for all of my friends, who are extras in the shoot. But, I look totally different, with a blue tutu, a blue and white striped shirt, and white heels.

I hear there's a rumor that the pictures are gonna be in a circus tent. I hope it's a true rumor. I'm waiting on Dylan and Cole and then my friends to get out of style and makeup, and then we'll start the shoot. I'm so excited; it's going to be amazing. Judy is the most excited, but Emily is too, since she loves the clothes I designed for it. Pia and Cilla think they're sluttish, but oh well. It's Hollywood, people like that.

Basically, I'm in love with this cover shoot. We got the tent set up, and now we're about to start shooting. We're positioned in the tent, with me in the middle, Dylan and Cole at my sides, with Pia and Judy at their sides. Emily and Cilla are behind them, in the window between their bodies. Now all we're waiting for is someone to say 'Go'.

The photographer finally started shooting, and the shots came out amazing. I did some on my own, in the tent with props, and we finally found the cover shot out of the bunch. It was me, holding a black umbrella, with rain falling, the tent behind me. Of course, it wasn't REAL rain, it was a rain machine; but it looked real to me.

I did a shot with Dylan, which is most defiantly going to be in the album pictures, SOMEWHERE. We're sitting on a hay stack in the tent, with our faces close, touching noses, with the umbrella on the floor at the side. We were both smiling, staring into the other's eyes. It was my favorite picture of the whole day, I wanna keep it forever.

I think the album will be amazing. I hope it goes gold, something that's never happened before. That would be so amazing; words wouldn't be able to even describe my feeling if it DID happen. I would be on the top of the world, nothing to stop me.

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The condo is dark, candles being the only thing that lights it. There's not a sound in the room, just the breathing of Dylan and I on the couch. Cole and Pia are out for dinner and a movie tonight. So, it's just the two of us, just talking about life. These are the times I love.

I'm lying on his chest, with a blanket over me and him. "Do you think that everyone is right, when they say we were made for each other?" I asked him softly whispering, only wanting him to hear me, and nobody else. He sighed, and shifted, putting his arms around me tight, not wanting to let me go. My arm was on top of his stomach, the other one next to his head, resting on the back of the couch.

"Well, if we weren't, do you think we'd be here right now?" He said to me, smiling, whispering just as I had to him. I looked up into his eyes, and they looked back to me. "So, you're saying that we are?" I asked him, smiling just as he did to me. I softly rubbed one finger on the soft fabric of his shirt, and then put my hand back down.

"I don't know, maybe that's what I'm saying. I guess you'll have to find out for yourself." He told me, smiling, tilting my chin up, and guiding my lips to his own. I bit my lip after, smiling. "I think we are. And if we weren't, then this is just a dream; a wonderful dream." I said, putting my head down, falling into a sleep, dreaming away in a far off dreamland that I called my own, and a place nobody called home, except me.

This can't be happening to me,

This is just a dream.

The words of my song played in my head, making me smile, as I drifted off. He knows this song is about him, and I didn't tell him.

I'm counting on forever, here with you.

I know, this is amazing.

This is just a dream.

This is my life; I gave you some insight, to my rockstar life I lead.