Chapter 3

Mags Part 1

Mack threw her hands up in the air, pacing up and down the walkway. Acting like a crazy women, she straightened her black strapless dress and knocked on the door.

"James, its me, Mack."

James opened the door wearing only jeans, and Mack could see me, wearing a Sports bra and red mini skirt, laying on the couch, hair in pony. She was perfect. she had brown hazy eyes that stared at her threw the corner which were covered with big prada sunglasses. Strapless & Black, her dress fitted her body and matched the silver earrings, silver necklace, and silver strappy heels she was wearing. She wore a leather jacket, a leather jacket i had seen on James many times.

"James!"

She threw her arms around him, and glared at me. He not hugging her back, glared at HER. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we could get back together. Since we're both single." She stared in my direction. "Who's that?"

James teetered. "My girlfriend, mags..."

"Sounds like rags. like as in rag doll."

"Mack Stop."

"And look at what she's wearing. Not one bit is designer. That skirt, I bet it came from... TARGET!," she yelled full rage.

James gazed uneasily at me. We had been enjoying ourselves, we had went out to a dinner at some greasy fast-food restraunt. And now we we're laying, spread out, watching TV. All of his BTR family was out, so we we're alone.

"This is Mack. My ex from... oh what, 3 years ago?"

Mack smield a semi-smile. "You'd be better off with me, James."

And with that, she turned around, stomped out the door and left.

So me and James went on a picnic.

Mags

It looked as if James was happy, but I couldn't tell. Ever since he had come to my door the other night, he couldn't stop smiling and was acting goofy. He had picked me up early and taken me too the park, ad the breeze was slightly chilly. I was wearing a cut-off tee, so I was shivering. James handed me his sweat jacket. I mean sweat shirt.

It reeked of BO, axe, and James. I pulled it around me. SO NICE!

The park had been nice, but it had sucked at the end.

"We're leaving New York," he whispered in my ear. "Time for LA."

My eyes moved intently around his perfect face, looking for a sign of joking. Anything. But he wasn't. "You want to come?"

I thought about this. Packing... UGG. Moving... HORRIBLE! What else?

"Yeah," I answered. I guess I could trash some.

There house was gorgeous, completely made of brick and located on melrose ave. The guys lugged there stuff in, showed me to the guest bedroom, and told me it would be fun living here. I only kinda smiled, not showing I was more interested in the fact that I was in LA. Dating James. The city of dreams.