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"Aren't you just so super excited? Because I am super excited. I looove Under 18 Clubs. I can't wait! Oh my God I am so excited! This is going to be amazing."

"Why? Are you and Greyson gonna have a little make out session by the DJ? Or are you gonna go somewhere more private like the parking lot?" Kamille puckered her heart shaped lips and made kissing sounds.

"No," blushed Brianna. "Cody and I are…you know…"

"Tell that to the smoking hot almost kiss you and Greyson had in the basement," Kamille grinned.

"You are an obnoxious person," stated Brianna.

"And you are correct."

"So what are we going to wear?"

"Ugh," groaned Kamille. "You're such a freaking Barbie Girl."

"Gross…I hate Barbies..."

Kamille and Brianna were standing in their hotel room surrounded by mountains upon mountains of clothes, both half dressed and deciding what clothes to wear.

"Dude," moaned Brianna. "We need more room…" Both girls were cramped in their tiny hotel room.

"I'll take care of it," said Kamille, grabbing Brianna's cell. She went through the phone, choosing a contact. She pressed the phone to her ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh…It's ringing…"

"At least put it on speaker!"

Kamille obliged, and then a far too familiar voice answered.

"Hey Brianna," Greyson said. "Are you ready to party? We'll be there in half an hour."

"Hi Greyson," said Kamille, putting on a high pitch girly voice. "It's Brianna. Listen, Kamille and I are sooo cramped in this hotel. Can we come stay in your house? That would make me ever so happy!"

"Wha-" Greyson paused for a second. "YES! OF COURSE YOU CAN! THAT WOULD BE AMAZING!"

"Does my voice seriously sound like that?" Brianna wondered aloud.

"Yes," whispered Kamille.

"Great," said Kamille in her girly voice. "See you soon! Love you!"

Greyson gasped.

"Brie, did you just say you love me? Aw, that's so sweet. I love y-"

"Greyson," Brianna called into the phone. "That's Kamille. Did you think my voice really sounded like that?"

"Uh, no," said Greyson. "Of course not." He cleared his throat. "See you in half an hour. Bring your suitcases and stuff." He hung up quickly

Kamille and Greyson laughed hysterically for a few minutes.

Soon enough, the girls were all packed and a limo came to get their stuff. They finished getting dressed and walked outside to where Greyson and Cody were waiting.

Kamille wore a vivid, blood red tank dress that stopped right above her knees, with a pair of black high tops. Her long and straight, dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she wore a black pearl necklace.

Brianna wore a light pink tight mini dress, the same length as Kamille's and a pair of equally as pink heels. Her light hair was out, and the color of her naturally rosy cheeks matched the dress almost too perfectly. She wore dangling gold earrings, and gold rose shaped studs in her ears. (They're pierced twice in each ear.)

"Whoa," Greyson said under his breath at the sight of the girls, prettier than usual. "Kamille…Brianna…You two look fantastic. Like, gorgeous. I don't think I've ever seen two girls look so…so…wow."

"Don't drool," snapped Kamille.

Brianna laughed at Greyson, who as usual, looked amazing. He had a dark leather jacket and white t shirt, with dark skinny jeans, a rope bracelet and his Bite The Bullet necklace. His hair was a little messy, just the way Brianna liked it.

Cody was standing a few inches taller than Greyson, wearing a black shirt, white jacket, chunky watch and a pair of aqua pastries that matched his eyes.

Cody glanced at Brianna, a small smirk on his beautiful face. It wasn't his usual warm and friendly smile, but instead a little mischievous and a little devious. She hardly even noticed, being lost in Greyson's warm, chocolate brown eyes that almost matched hers.

"Kamille looks amazing. Yeah, Kamille, I have never seen a girl look so beautiful. Wow." His voice lacked the sincerity that Greyson's had.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kamille asked him, glaring at him.

"Just how beautiful you are," he smiled at her. "The prettiest girl on this street." He looked quickly at Brianna, who looked confused.

"Shut the fu-"

"Kamille," warned Brianna. "Language."

"Yes Kamille," said Greyson, walking over to Brianna and covering her ears with his hands. "No bad words in front of the c-h-i-l-d."

Brianna removed his hands and turned around.

"I'm not a child," she laughed. "I'm older than Kamille." They were still holding hands.

"Yes, but you're so much more innocent," said Greyson, wrapping his arms around the delicate girl in the pink dress's waist. "We don't want to ruin your beautiful mind."

He gently caressed her blushing cheek, and she laughed. She felt a small twinge of guilt. She and Greyson were flirting, weren't they? Maybe a little bit too much? But Cody hardly seemed to notice. He was texting on his phone and then laughing too loudly.

"Who are you texting?" Brianna asked, breaking away from Greyson's embrace and walking over to Cody. The city streetlights glared down at them menacingly.

"Pretty girls," he said.

"Which ones?" Asked Greyson, joining them by the limo.

Cody looked up from his phone.

"You wouldn't know," he said to Greyson.

Brianna gasped, and Kamille cackled with laughter.

"OH BURNNNNN!" Kamille yelled, her voice reverberating in the night air.

Greyson looked down, obviously hurt.

Brianna glared at Cody, before wrapping her arms around Greyson's shoulders and giving him a little kiss on the forehead.

"It's okay, Grey Grey," she mumbled. "I'm sure you know tons of pretty girls."

"That's right," said Greyson, smiling at her, his eyes alight with happiness despite Cody's mean remark. "I know you."

"Aw Greyson," blushed Brianna, hugging him tighter. "How adorable are you?"

"You tell me, beautiful."

Just as Brianna opened her mouth to speak, she caught Cody's eye. He was glaring at her.

"Maybe we should get going," Brianna said quickly, pushing Kamille into the limo and jumping in after her. Cody got in, and then Greyson. The ride was silent, except for Cody laughing at the texts from his "pretty girls". And Kamille laughing at absolutely nothing.

"Oh, these are some cute ones for sure," Cody laughed, rapidly texting.

Brianna grew a little jealous.

"We're here," said Greyson, as the limo driver stopped outside the venue. He hopped out of the limo and stood, holding the door for Kamille and Brianna. "Cody, put down your phone!"

"These girls are amazing!" Cody shouted, putting his phone down and brushing past Kamille and Brianna to get out of the car. They both followed him out and Brianna slammed the door shut.

"Kamille, Greyson lets go!" Cody called, walking ahead.

"What about me?" Brianna whispered to Kamille. "Why's he being all weird?"

"He's an idiot?" Guessed Kamille. "He's obviously trying to make you jealous."

"It's working," Brianna said, a little bit too softly.

"Then flirt even more with Greyson," offered Kamille. "Don't be afraid to kiss him a little! Show Cody that you can play that game too."

"I dunno," Brianna bit her bottom lip.
"Let's just go," Kamille grabbed Brianna's hand and they ran to catch up with Greyson. Once inside the loud, strobe lit building, Brianna looked around.

There were people dancing around everywhere, fist pumping to the beat of the obnoxious Enrique Iglesias song blaring and shaking the walls.

Cody's eyes started to wander to a pretty ginger girl who was standing by herself, and Brianna decided it was time for action. Only before she tried Kamille's advice, she had an idea of her own.

"Hey Cody, wanna dance?" Brianna walked up to him and batted her eyelashes.

"Okay," Cody said, looking a little bit confused.

"Come on," smiled Brianna, grabbing his hand and dragging him out to the dance floor. The song changed from "tonight I'm loving you" to "You make me feel" by Cobra Starship.

They danced through most of the song. Cody's eyes traveled away from Brianna's pretty face to behind her with interest. Brianna turned around in time to see a blonde girl dancing with her boyfriend. The way she was dancing, combined with the way she was dressed made her look like a stripper minus the pole.

Cody flashed a flirty smile at her when her boyfriend walked away to go get her a drink. Brianna was assuming he was her boyfriend, but she looked like the kind of girl who'd dance like that with any guy.

She smiled back at Cody and Brianna forced her hands into fists. Her long gold nails were sharp and she accidently drew blood.

"Crap," she muttered examining the little drops of blood on her hands.

"That girl is smoking hot," said Cody, nonchalantly.

"Really?" Brianna asked, glaring up at him.

"What?" Cody asked, playing innocent.

"Cute," Brianna said, with a sarcastic smile.

"What?" Cody asked again. "You told me not to be clingy at Greyson's house, didn't you? Use your own advice, Brie. Don't be so clingy."

"Shut the hell up," Brianna shouted over the loud music. She turned away from him, over to where Kamille was standing, looking at her phone holding Brianna's purse.

"Ugh, he's such a jerk," she complained to Kamille.

"Shh…" said Kamille. She was staring intently at her phone, and Brianna peeked over her phone. She. Was. Watching. Big. Time. Rush.

Brianna reached into her purse and pulled out a few tissues and dried her bleeding hands as well as her teary eyes, and stuffed the tissues back in the bag.

Brianna felt a hand on the small of her waist, and she straightened up.

"Are you okay?" A soft sweet voice whispered into Kamille's ear.

"Yeah," Brianna smiled at Greyson's concerned tone and turned around. "Thanks."

"Wanna dance?" Greyson asked.

Brianna wasn't really in the mood for dancing, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Sure," she smiled.

"No you don't," Greyson grinned at her. "I can tell."

"How?" Brianna blushed.

"I just can," he said, winking mysteriously. "Wanna go somewhere more quiet?"

"I'd love to," said Brianna. Cody was now talking to the blonde girl, and Brianna was getting more and more upset.

They walked up a little flight of stairs, and it was much less crowded. The music was just as loud, though. Greyson pushed open a little door next to the top of the stairs that Brianna hadn't noticed before.

He held it open.

"Ladies first," he grinned at her, his thick eyelashes fluttering gently. He looked at Brianna, his eyes full of something she had never seen before. Love?

"Thanks," Brianna laughed, stepping over the threshold. She was immediately met with a breeze that made her dress flutter. It was a balcony, decorated in gold string lights. It looked over the entire city of L.A.

"This is so beautiful," sighed Brianna, as Greyson gently closed the door.

"Isn't it?" He asked. "This is why I love this place. I'm not really a party guy."

"Yeah, it doesn't seem so," giggled Brianna. "But that's okay. I'm not a party person either. I don't really like people all that much."

"Not a people person?" Greyson laughed. "That's totally the opposite of Cody."

"Obviously," muttered Brianna.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," blushed Brianna.

"What's Cody doing, anyway?"

"By now, he's probably in some girl's pants."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Why would you say that?" Greyson asked, his eyes wide.

"He was totally checking out this blonde girl on the dance floor," Brianna said, tears flooding down her face at the memory. They could still hear the music, despite being on a balcony. Best Thing I Never Had by Beyonce. How appropriate.

"He's just trying to make you jealous," said Greyson at once.

"How do you know?"

"He doesn't like blondes," explained Greyson. "A lot of Australian girls are blonde so that's pretty much all he saw. Haven't you ever noticed that all his music video girls are brunettes?"

"Yeah," said Brianna. Before she had met him, she used to watch his music videos all the time, squealing in excitement when the girls would look like her.

"I love this song," said Greyson, as the song changed to You And I by Lady Gaga. "Dance with me?"

Brianna smiled, and put her arms around his neck. He placed his around her waist, and while they slow danced, Greyson hummed along with the song.

The city lights gleamed in Greyson's eyes and he held Brianna almost protectively, protecting her from all the bad things that waited outside the balcony. But it was a safe spot. Nothing could hurt her here.

She shivered, partly with the magic of everything and mostly because of cold.

"Here," Greyson said, taking off his leather jacket and draping it over Brianna's shoulders. If she put her arms through it, it would be the perfect size.

"It's hard to believe I met you only a few days ago," Greyson whispered. "It seems like I've known you my entire life."

"I know," said Brianna. "Isn't it funny?"

Too soon, Greyson's phone buzzed and he picked it up.

"Kamille says we need to go see her," said Greyson, raising his eyebrows at the text.

"Is that all she says?"

"Not in those exact words," he laughed. "She's got a potty mouth."

"Tell me about it," giggled Kamille, as they left the beautiful spot and walked out into the regular part of the club.

She quickly scanned the room to see if Cody was making out with a girl, but he was sitting by himself in the corner. He wasn't on the phone, either. He just looked thoughtful and sad.

Greyson and Brianna walked back down the stairs to where Kamille was.

"My phone died," she moaned. "Now I'm bored."

"So go talk to people," suggested Brianna. "Look, those guys look like they want to meet you."

She pointed to the dance floor, where a cluster of twelve year old Justin Bieber lookalikes were standing and smiling at her, while kind of checking her out.

"What are you looking at?" Kamille shouted. They quickly dispersed.

"Okay, how about him?" Greyson suggested, pointing at a guy who looked kind of like a young Carlos Garcia from Big Time Rush.

"Oh my god, yes," Kamille said, running over to him at once.

Brianna and Greyson laughed, but Brianna stopped short when she saw Cody making his way towards her.

"Look, Brianna," he said, his adorable accent laced with guilt. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything, and I just realized how stupid that was for me to do."

"Leave me the hell alone," Brianna said, turning away from him.

"Please," he said, grabbing her wrist. "Just listen."

"Cody, let go of me!" She pulled away from his grip and put her hands on her hips. "I don't care about what you have to say."

"Please, baby," said Cody. "I am so sorry. It was wrong of me to try and make you jealous. I was just upset because I thought you liked Greyson more than me. But I'll look past it. I really like you, Brie."

The sincerity in his unsteady voice made her look up into his eyes. She saw that he was being honest.

"I'm sorry for the pain, I promise that'll change. Forgive me?"

Brianna smiled a little bit.

"Not Just You?"

He nodded.

"You do listen to my music," he laughed.

"Yeah," she laughed back.

The DJ called out that it was eleven fifty five.

"Guys, we need to leave," cried Greyson suddenly. He had been watching the entire time. "The limo driver only works until midnight tonight." He rushed off to find Kamille.

"Yeah," said Cody, suddenly in a rush. "Brie, do you forgive me?"

She nodded.

"Will you come by my house tomorrow and meet my parents and little brother and sister?'

"Sure," she said, unsteadily.

"Great," said Cody.

"Let's go," said Greyson, grabbing Brianna's hand. She grabbed Cody's with her other and they all ran out, to the awaiting limo.