Chapter 7:

TESSA POV

"Cal! Favor!"

"No! You are almost sixteen years old. Pick out your own clothes!"

"Fine!" I yelled walking between racks in the dressing room. Something lime green caught my eye. I pulled out a lime green and gray square-necked baby doll top. I found some grey leggings and lime green accessories. Looking through the shoes aisle, I know right, a whole aisle filled with shoes. I walked up and down the aisle.

"Tessa, it's time for makeup," Calla called. I stopped and stared. Shoes. They were so shiny. So pretty.

"TESS!" Cal said walking around the corner. "Oh my goodness. A…Ja…Da…"

"Are Tessa and Calla in here," I heard a voice said. It was Nate.

"Over here," I said weakly. I heard footsteps behind me.

"It's Ok, you'll survive. It's time for makeup," he said dragging me along to the makeup table. He pushed me down into the make up chair. "Take it away, Gina," he said winking at me. I smiled and sat back and relaxed. Thirty minutes later I had be completely makeup-fied. I had my hair barrel curled and hairsprayed. I looked over at Calla. She had her hair naturally curled with her bangs straightened. She had a striped pink and gray headband. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was cut off her shoulders covered by a gray vest and faded capris.

"How do you always know how to look good…and I look…"

"You like nice," She said. "You really like lime green don't you?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all, sis. Let's go find those boys," she said linking arms with me and walking out the door.

"You ladies look nice," said Jason as were walking out of the dressing room. "Have you seen my magazine? It was right here. You know, Birds and You. Good stuff you should read it."

"Thanks," I replied. "And no, I haven't seen it." I wandered around the set looking at all the equipment and calming my nerves for what was about to happen. I, and my sister, were about to be in a photo shoot. With. Connect 3.

Katrina POV

"Aunt Stephanie!" I said dropping my bags on the tile airport floor and embracing my aunt. It had been eight years since I had been to the States. California to be exact. I had been in Ireland at college for two years now and studying physcology. I had been raised there all my life. Irish lass, born and bred. I was spending the summer with my Aunt. She had a large hose by the ocean. My favorite part of visiting.

"Aunt Stephanie," I said getting her attention.

"Honey, we're both adults now, call me Stephanie," she replied smiling. I nodded and said,

"Stephanie, then, I was wondering if there were any places you knew that were accepting job applications. I'd hate to be here all summer and not have something to do."

"Well, our neighbors have four boys. The three oldest are in a band, the youngest is always tagging along. Maybe you could take him off of Denise's hand a bit. " She said leading me towards her car. I loaded my bags in the trunk and got in of the passenger side remarking, " Cars here are so weird." Stephanie smiled and we pulled out of the parking lot. When we reached her house I was amazed.

"The place seemed smaller as a kid," I said.

"It was. I moved," Stephanie said laughing.

"Oh," I said, surprised.

"Your bedroom is the first door on the left," Stephanie said. I walked into the house and up the mahogany staircase. First door on the left I thought. The room was white, the curtains were white as well, with lace trim on the edges. The bedspread matched the curtains. The room had a old, picturesque feel to it. Anne of Green Gables like, but with a plasma screen tv on the wall. Hold up, plasma screenTV? Sweet. I was unpacking when I heard the door bell ring. Stephanie answered and then called upstairs to me.

"For you, Katrina," she called. For me? I walked downstairs expecting to see some old lady with cookies. Let me tell you, there were cookies, but no old ladies. Just three amazingly hot boys.

"Hi, we're from next door and we heard you were staying with your aunt. My mom baked these for you," the oldest, or tallest, whichever way that goes, said. Oh wow,I thought taking the cookies. All I could manage to say was, "Thanks." What really surprised me was the fact that two minutes later, while we were just staring at each other, the middle one asked, "Aren't you going to scream?"

"Or ask for an autograph?" said the youngest. I looked weirdly at them.

"No, why?"