Hello everyone! I have some GREAT news, maybe AWESOME if you wanna call it that. The next story in the series, the 8th one, I'm having some help co-writing it, since I have a BAD case of writers block and everything. So, Sprouse-Fan is going to help me add some cool new stuff to that story. I'm so totally excited about it!

For now though, just enjoy chapter 9! Love you guys so much!

.:julia:.

Chapter 9 "MTV pimped your ride!"

My tour is now officially over. Now, it is time to relax and try to get over the fact that my dad just died about 5 days ago.

My birthday is now in 3 days.

Judy's was yesterday and we all went shopping, including her boyfriend Cody. Then, they both went out to dinner.

Today, we are all just hanging out.

I heard something about a photo-shoot and interview with Popstar! Magazine, but that's not a very big deal.

I got to the studio, with everyone coming along with me. By everyone I mean Ally, Judy, Cole, and Dylan. Dylan kinda had to come though; they wanted him in the photo-shoot too.

They put me and Dylan into wardrobe fast, leaving the rest behind to eat the free cheese and crackers.

I got dressed in a light and dark blue and gray plaid shirt, which had a V neckline, and no buttons down the front. I also had on a gray skirt, with a long black necklace that had blue beads attached.

My hair was in little curls, with half of it up and out of my face with a little silver clip.

Dylan was in jeans and a gray t-shirt, with his hair just going shaggy everywhere and baby blue shirt sleeves sticking out at the sleeves of the gray shirt.

They had us pose in all different positions, and took about 20 pictures in total. Then, it was time for the interview part with just me, and they said it was about something personal.

I didn't expect them to want me to talk about the death of my FATHER. I thought personal was about me and Dylan or something, but not my dad dying.

Popstar: We all know you just went through a death in your family, is that right?

Me: Yes, it is, my father.

Popstar: I know that you actually started crying on-stage at a concert.

Me: Yes, I did. I thought I would be ok, but I guess not. I had to go out there though, I mean, I was on tour, and I couldn't let everyone down.

Popstar: It was a very brave thing you did. Tell us about the relationship between you and your father.

Me: Well, I didn't see him much, since my parents divorced when I was 3, and even less when I decided to come out here to Hollywood. We were close when we were together, and he looked exactly like me, except with a mustache and he's a guy. We had a very confusing relationship, but I still admire him a lot and he is one of my heroes. I love him so much.

Popstar: And even though it hurt you a lot you still went on with your tour?

Me: Yes, I did. I couldn't let all of my fans down, and it helped me to have something to do.

Popstar: It looks like you aren't too teary, how did you manage to get through not crying all day?

Me: Well, I just had a lot of support from my family and friends, and a whole bunch from Dylan. He told me that my dad loves me a lot and that he wouldn't want me to be crying all the time. I don't know if I could have gotten through it without him.

Popstar: Your sweet 16 is coming up too, right?

Me: Yes, it's in 3 days. I hope it turns out well.

Popstar: Yes, well, we all do too. Thank you Julia.

Me: You're welcome.

I walked off toward Dylan, Cole, Ally, and Judy, who had watched the whole thing from the free food table.

"It's ok." They all said, hugging me in a huge group hug.

"I know." I said, "I'm going to be ok. I couldn't have gotten through it without all of you though." I continued, Dylan hugging me from the side.

"Ok. Well, now, we're going back to Cole and my house to have a movie marathon, ok?" Dylan said, looking down at me.

"Ok, sounds great." I said, hugging Dylan.

"One more thing." He said, smiling.

"What would that be?" I asked, coming out from the hug.

He didn't answer; he just picked me up by the hips, and then held me in a laying down position, with his right arm underneath my knee crease in my legs. His other arm was supporting my back.

"Now I don't need a car for my sweet 16," I said, "I have Dylan as a car, I mean, it's better than walking everywhere." Everyone laughed, including Dylan and me.

"Yah," Cole said, "MTV pimped your ride!" Everyone started to crack up, and we kept laughing until we were out in the parking lot, piling into Cole's H3.

They all said I fell asleep on the way to their house, because when they stopped at Sonic, I didn't respond when they asked me if I wanted some tator tots.

But here is the cool part:

Even though I didn't answer, I still got some anyway!