Sorry for the wait on this chapter, school for me starts next week and I've been super busy. Anyway, here's chapter 13. It's a lot longer than the last 10 or so chapters, hope you guys like it. :-)

P.S. I have virtual cake for anyone who knows the reference in this chapter. :D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Starkid or anything else but the plotline and Paige.

My stomach growls, again. It's been 2 hours since Lauren locked us down here, and I'm starting to get impatient. Joe hasn't said a word to me since we talked about the kiss. His eyes keep darting over to me. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings, but I had to get that out. It was true; what I had said. I wasn't ready to be in any kind of relationship, with anybody. And I was going home in a few days anyway. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I did like Walker. I also realized that it wasn't because he was a Starkid. I groaned, and Joe glanced anxiously up at me again. He tilted his head, as if asking if I was alright. I let my gaze drop, without answering. Maybe I should just go bang on the door until Lauren let me out. Or maybe I need a nap. I closed my eyes.

(WALKER'S POV)

Paige groaned. Joe looked up at her in concern. Her gaze dropped from him, and she leaned back, and closed her eyes. Joe watched her until she fell asleep, and then stood up. He climbed the basement steps and knocked on it lightly.

"Lauren?" he called, "I know your there, open up. Paige is asleep." The door swung open, and Lauren was there, looking up at him expectantly.

"So? What did you do?"

"Lauren, why did you lock us in a basement? Paige is really mad at you."

"I've heard," Lauren said, then frowned, "I did it because you two wouldn't have said another word to one another if I hadn't. You've got to go back down there, though."

"Why? She said she doesn't know how she feels and doesn't want to be in a relationship right now." Joe looked down at Lauren miserably.

"Well, then that's why. If you go down there again, I'll bring you guys lunch."

"Fine," Walker grumbled, trudging down the basement stairs.

I opened my eyes, and sat up. Joe was cross-legged on the floor, on top of a blanket. Next to him there was a picnic basket, and he was busy pulling out various dishes.

"Lunch," he said, grinning and motioning in front of him.

"Yum," I got off the chair and sat down on the blanket, "So Lauren finally came to her senses and decided to feed us?"

Joe nodded and handed me a sandwich. I bit into it and realized how hungry I was. Devouring it in seconds, I grabbed another one. Joe looked up at me, and laughed.

Joe and I both opened our sodas at the same time, and they exploded in our faces. Both of us yelped and dropped the sodas. Sadly, we both dropped them right into our lap's. Joe grabbed mine and threw it across the room, along with his own.

"Lauren!" I yelled, "You're dead! Dead Lopez!" I jumped up. I was soaked to the skin in Root Beer.

"It's alright, Paige," Joe assured me, while wringing out his t-shirt, "Typical Lo."

"No kidding," I said, wiping soda off my legs, "Any ideas to get us out of here?"

Joe looked thoughtful. "Do you have your phone?"

I laughed. "Course. But Lauren is guarding the door, no one is going in or out."

"That depends," Joe grinned, as he explained his plan to me.

"Perfect!"

I gave Joe my phone, and he carefully typed in a number.

"Hey, B-Hole. Yea, do you know that Lauren has Paige and I held captive in the basement at the manor?" Walker paused, and then frowned, "And you didn't plan on trying to come get us out? Well then, if we're not both out of here in the next ten minutes then I'll tell Paige who I play in Twisted. Along with the rest of the cast list. I'm serious."

I heard Brian yelling at Joe through the phone, then he hung up.

"Beautiful work," I said.

"Why thank you," he bowed, "Another banana?" I nodded, and he handed me one.

I bit into the banana. "You guys have good bananas. You know, you should always bring a banana to a party, Joe.

"What does that have to do with our bananas?" Joe looked at me questionably.

"I don't know. Nothing. Your bananas are good."

Joe looked at me, confused. "You sound like Lauren."

"She wouldn't say that."

"No? Whatever," Joe glanced at my phone, "If Brian isn't here in 5 minutes you're getting some major spoilers."

"You would actually go through with it?" I looked at him, "I thought you were joking."

Joe shook his head. "I was serious, and Brian knew it. There's this awesome dance that I do, it's-"

A loud scream came from up the basement stairs, and then a lot of yelling. Joe and I smiled.

"Lauren, Joe's going to give out Twisted spoilers! You're letting them out now!" Brian's voice lofted down the stairs.

"No way," Lauren argued, " He was just bluffing."

"I wasn't," Joe shouted.

"Lo, step away from the door. Or else," Brian threatened.

"Or else, what?"

"Or else, you're fired. No Twisted for you."

"You can't fire me! The show starts in a two weeks!"

"Oh yes I can, I'm the director, " Brian yelled proudly.

The two of them went silent, and Joe and I watched the door. Suddenly, it clicked and swung open.

"Yes!" I ran up the stairs, Joe closely following.

Brian stared at the both of us. "What have you been doing down there?"

I looked down at myself, then remembered Lauren I rounded on her, and she whimpered.

"Lauren," I started, "You-"

She cut me off. "I know, I'm dead. Just give me a head start." She disappeared up the stairs in a blink.

"Gotta go," Brian explained, turning to us, "You're welcome." He strode out the door.

Now it was just me and Joe. "You should go change." His jeans were soaked.

"So should you."

Joe stepped toward me, and a thought crossed my mind. Just kiss him, Paige. Do it. He stepped toward me again, and I pondered the thought. I had realized I liked him. To tell you the truth, I'm hopeless when it comes to dating. But, so is he.

I stepped forward, and both of us leaned in at the same time. Our lips met. We stayed locked together until we heard footsteps and a yell of 'Joey, we did it!'

Breaking apart, Joe smiled. I stared into his deep brown eyes for a few seconds, and then looked away. I walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Joe followed me. We both stayed silent for a few minutes, before I spoke up.

"I know why I freaked out the first time you kissed me" Joe tilted is head questionably, so I continued, "I've never actually kissed anyone before."

"You're joking? How old are you?"

"22. I'm serious. I've only ever dated two guys, but they only ever held my hand. I bet you've kissed tons of girls."

Joe laughed. "Uh, I dated this girl in high school, then another my first year of college. We probably kissed once or twice. Oh, and once I kissed Lauren for a bet," Joe blushed, "Don't tell anyone that."

"No one knows?"

"Nope, except Lauren. A few months ago she bet me twenty bucks I would be two grossed out to kiss her. We're more like siblings."

"I won't tell," I grinned, "We should probably go change. Before we stain the couch." I stood up.

"Yea, you're right," Joe said, "Dinner tonight?" He blushed crimson.

"Yea, sounds great!" I walk over to the door.

"Pick you up at 8?"

I nod, and then push open the door and step outside.