I know, I know, it's been way too long again. I just kind of lost interest in writing this. But the other day I got an email saying that someone (it started with a 'p' and had a bunch of 4s at the end) had added it to their favorite stories list. Thank you (whatever name you go by) so much for making me realize that I needed to continue. Gavin's show should happen in a couple chapters, and I know I said I'd announce their name (as it's my band, and we do have music you can hear), but I'm not going to until that chapter. So without further ado, my first "cliffhanger."

Oh, I'm not Danny Schneider. I don't own most of what's mentioned, you should be able to figure out what's mine and what isn't.

Chapter 7:

Friday, September 4th

3:37 PM

Beck's RV

Jade's POV:

"So are we going or not?"

Beck needs to calm down. "We have a good 24 hours to decide, Beck." He sort of frowned. "Do you want to go?"

"Since when do you ask me stuff?"

"What do you mean? I ask you stuff all the time."

He grimaced. Stop making faces, Beck. Why does he look angry? "Not about what I want. It's always 'Get me coffee Beck?' or 'Will you rub my back?' and stuff like that."

"I. . ."

His look softened. "I'm sorry babe. I guess I'm just a little jealous."

What would he have to be jealous about? "Why? What have I been doing?" He sighed. Don't roll your eyes at me!

"You know how I'm not allowed to hang around other girls?"

Oh. Shit. "Yeah. I get it. But he doesn't have any 'romantic' interest in me!"

"How do you know that for sure?"

I totally don't. "Because he's never made a move, unlike all of the girls that seem to follow you everywhere."

"And how long did it take you to realize I was making a move?"

I sighed, exasperated. "You're right. Would it help if you talked to him about it?"

"You know, it just might."

"Don't get sarcastic with me."

Robbie's house/Gavin's room

3:49 PM

Gavin's POV:

"AND A DAY'S WORTH OF BITCHING GOES DOWN THE DRAIN, WHEN,"

I felt my phone vibrate, and paused my music to see who was calling me.

"Hey Beck, what's going on?"

"Hey dude. Can we talk? I just want to clear something up." What's this about?

"Continue."

"Do you. . . You know what, could you just come over? I live like two blocks away from Robbie. My place is the one with the silver RV in the driveway."

"For sure dude. Just give me like 5."

"All right. See you then."

"Later."

I slipped on my shoes, pulled on a grey sweatshirt, and headed out.

"Robbie! Which way is Beck's place?"

"If you're leaving or exiting the house?" He shouted back.

I barely heard Rex across the house, "Why would he want to know which way Beck's was if he was entering the house? This is why no one likes you." He shouted back to me, "Go left, and then straight until you hit the house with the RV, gank."

*gasps* What's going to happen? You should find out soon. The song that's mentioned is Love Your Friends, Die Laughing by a band called Man Overboard. So that's all for this one, folks.

Review, please. Stuff like that makes me want to keep writing and not have months between chapters. Plus I want constructive criticism.