A/N-Okay so this is the first chapter of Hold On. Please give me feedback and I'll post the next chapter:) Enjoy!

"This is it you guys…we're finally here," I said taking off my sunglasses and resting them on top of my newly highlighted hair. Jess and Sam, my two best friends, laughed beside me. I stepped out of the airport and breathed in. We were really in Los Angeles. We were really out of our small town in New Jersey. We were one step closer to making our dreams reality.

Sam, Jess and I all have wanted the same thing since we were kids. Each of us wanted to make it big in the world, make a difference somehow. May it be our music that touches the hearts of millions, or our movies that people enjoy. Either way, we wanted to have the chance do it. So here we were, in Los Angeles, California. Now we had a chance.

Jess trailed her luggage behind her, while Sam had hers over her shoulder and they both got into the cab. Lingering in the warm sun, I slipped my sunglasses down over my eyes,

"Hollywood, here we come,"

"Is this it?" Sam asked as we approached our doorway to the condo we would live in. She set down her bags and picked through her purse for the key.

"Room 227," I answered, anxious about how the inside looked. Also worrying that I might have gotten gypped on the computer.

She found the key and stuck it into the lock, then turned it. The door creaked open and we walked inside. My mouth dropped as I took in all the space and the elaborate furniture. It was beautiful.

The walls were painted a clean white and the tiled floor was a specked tan with darker shades of brown thrown in. The living room had a flat-screen television with a DVD player and, from the looks of it, surround- sound. The couch was a light brown and looked very inviting. Sam walked over to it and sat down slowly.

"There is a god," she whispered leaning back and relaxing. I laughed, and the sound echoed in the vast room. I turned around and walked down the hall to my right, trying to find the bedrooms. At the end of the hallway, I saw two bedrooms. One with two twin beds, and the second with a double bed. Someone was going to have to share. I entered the room with two beds and rested my bags on the bed against the wall. I figured that I'd be sharing with Jess because Sam needed the room and, well, she's not the most organized person.

Jess came into the bedroom and set her things down on the bed nearest the window. She was a thinker; of course she'd want the window. She laid her guitar down carefully and then plopped on my bed next to me. She sighed.

"No turning back now," she said, turning to look at me. I nodded my head slowly.

"Wouldn't if I could," I told her. I pulled out my cell phone to check for messages. Of course my mom had texted me…twice. Just as I was about to reply, Sam came in looking frazzled.

"Hey guys. I'm pretty much all settled in. But it's been 23 hours without Starbucks. I need to find a Starbucks. See you later," and with that she was out the door. Jess stood up and picked up her guitar. Sitting down on the bed again, she strummed chords with a pensive expression.

I wrote my mom a reply telling her we made it in okay and that I would call her later. She would be worried sick if I didn't. As Jess continued her playing I went through my suitcases, organizing and putting things into drawers. I set my makeup and hair supplies into the bathroom, then I sat on the comfy couch.

'Alright,' I thought glumly as I sat, 'I've been here for three hours. When does the adventure kick in?' As if waiting for an answer, I sat still, staring off into space. When I saw an unopened can of soda, I moved.

The clock said 5:34 PM. I leaned on the granite counter and sipped the diet coke absentmindedly. Pulling me out of my thoughts, the front door slammed against the perfectly painted white wall with an earsplitting crash. Well, now not so perfect.

"Oops! Oh crap! Uhm.. JESS!! KATIE!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Sam shouted from the doorway. I saw her run past me in the hallway, searching frantically. She turned quickly when she saw me and ran into the kitchen. I heard the faint strumming cut of abruptly in the other room. Seconds later, Jess walked into the kitchen with a worried expression.

"Right here," Jess told her leaning against the counter next to me. She was probably wondering what was her problem. While I wondered about the wall.

She didn't know Sam as long as I have. This was probably an everyday thing that Sam was overreacting about. She was a tad dramatic.

I looked at Sam and her face was a cherry red and she was breathing hard. Her hair was all over the place and she was sweating.

"I ran…home..as fast…as I could," she gasped in between breaths.

"What's up Sam?" I asked casually. She gave me a dry look.

"WHAT'S UP?! I'll TELL you what's up!" she yelled.

"Please, do," I said taking another drink. She scowled, but recovered fast

"You will never guess who I just talked to," she shrieked while I thought of all the possibilities. Jess just shrugged her shoulders and glanced at my calm expression.

"I'll give you a clue," she prompted getting frustrated, "He's FAMOUS!" Jess and I once again exchanged glances.

"Who?" Jess questioned. Sam placed her hand on her chest and shrieked the name,

"KEVIN FLIPPIN' JONAS!" For the second time today my mouth dropped. NO WAY!

The adventure had started.