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Flashback:

"Guys I don't understand why you are so upset" I asked, my voice strained through the telephone. I hoped they couldn't tell how upset I really was.

"Nick, man we are upset because…"

"Dude, you just moved out! You barely told mom and dad, just oh yea I bought an apartment in the same building as Demi and Selena. Same floor actually then you were gone two days later!" Joe cut Kevin off; it was a three way call from hell.

"And no one can understand why you moved out. I mean what you can get from living alone that you can't have here. Mom and Dad are great to you!" Kevin's stern voice was floating into my head.

That, that right there, your stupid advice to always obey mom and dad, things like that. My own personal space, the chance to feel like a normal nineteen year old guy, living on the same floor as two of my best friends. That. "Joe, Kev I'm not saying I don't love mom and dad. I just want some freedom. Don't tell me we have that, because between our schedules, living with parents, and the paparazzi we don't. I want a little bit of living like a normal person. Is that so awful. You guys should consider it."

"Dude whatever, just tell us what apartment number you are, we are coming over." I could practically here Joe roll his eyes.

"Seventh floor number 77, across the hall from Demi and Selena."

"Joe, do you think you can separate yourself from Lilly for a few hours? I'm in dire need of my best friend." I breathed into the end of the phone.

"Miles of course I can spend time with you. We aren't attached at the hip. I have my own life." I could hear Kevin talking on the phone in the back round, seemingly close to Joe in their 2 bedroom apartment.

"Okay well then I will be up in five minutes, alright?" I hung up before he actually answered. I threw my cell phone in my black beat up Marc Jacobs beat purse, and walked over to the mirror in the forrar for one last check. Now that the public knew I was pregnant it wasn't as big a deal to hide my quickly expanding stomach, but wearing a nice flowing dress like this soft blue one made me look great. With my fringe boots I've had since I was seventeen, suddenly I heard the sound of a broom handle hitting the floor upstairs, Joe was mad I had hung up on him. I hated when either him or Kev would do that with the broom, the apartment they lived in used to be mine. So the thought of those beautiful wood floors being hurt killed. A smile always crossed my face though when I thought of how great Kev and Joe where moving into my old apartment so that Nick and I could buy their old apartment which was next to Nicks then combine too so we had enough living space for the two of us. Quickly I walked out the door, turning left towards the stairs I knocked quickly four times on the door across the hall, my way of saying hello to Demi and Selena. Before heading up the stair well, Joe was waiting for me outside his apartment.

"That was more than five minutes." His famous smile spread across his face. "Now why would a woman who is four months pregnant take the stairs? You are taking the elevator down. Understand?" It was phrased as a question but meant as an order.

Happy to obey because fighting Joe is never really an option; we stepped on the elevator and made our way to what was sure to be chaos.

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"Aaron, dude it's not that simple. It never is with her. Hell with us." I shook my head and placed it between my legs. I could feel the room star to spin, it was becoming all so much. Too much.

"Come on, now that everyone knows it's not going to be as difficult." He stood above me, trying to be a comfort.

"No it won't. The rules are still the same. Really the only things that change are that, we can now wear our wedding rings in public, she can show he pregnancy as much as she pleases and everyone knows. That's it. By the way I'm sorry I never told you we were married, really the only people who knew where our immediate families, Demi, Selena and then one other friend outside the family. I didn't choose anyone else, she told Emily Osment." My heart sunk at the realization of how many people I talked to every day had no idea that I was married. How many people I'm close with had to find out on the TV or read it somewhere. But the only way we could be normal was to keep it a secret for as long as we did.

"I get it. Don't worry sure it was a shock but I understood. I mean I'm not famous or anything but I've watched what you and your brothers go through, it makes sense."

Aaron was awesome. We met at a football game one year; I must have been twenty or twenty one. I couldn't even tell you who was playing at the game since we go to so many random ones, but he was amazing, a real friend. He never even cared I was famous.

"What were the rules before that you are keeping?" He sat down next to me on the couch, the cushions moving downwards next to me.

"There are so many." I said stress filled my voice. "She and I never touch too much in public, everything has to appear platonic, and friendly that is all. She goes out with my brothers a lot, especially Joe. Not that that one is hard since they are like best friends. Never say a word about relationships, occasionally get seen with another guy or girl. No big deal just go out with them and be happy and normal. So that way they don't catch on to us too much. Things like that." My shoulders slumped even more.

"Alright dude, that's it. Get up we are going out to have some fun." He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside to the car, a classic jeep without the top. As much as I work out, Aaron is a good three inches taller and at least fifty pounds heavier, fighting would only hurt me.

"Where are we going?" I ask five minutes into the drive, we are headed into L.A. that is all I can tell from his erratic driving. "And please let it be somewhere appropriate, I don't need any more shit on my plate."

"Can you please just trust me?" He looks over an evil grin crossing his face.

I close my eyes and let the sun beat down on my face, the wind sweeping through my hair. The last time I had someone say that to me and be just as serious was a while ago, another lifetime ago practically, it didn't turn out so well. My eyes stay closed the entire drive, afraid to open them till we have surely arrived.