Jack stirred awake while I was finishing up my Spanish homework. I heard him yawn and move around in the sheets.

I swirved my seat. He was itching his cheek. I set my feet on the bed. "About time," I smiled. "It's like 12."

He smacked his lips and got up. His jeans slacked. "I love sleeping in."

"Your phone rang like 10 times," I told him.

He crouched down to his bag and pulled his phone out. "13," he corrected. "All from Alex." he muttered the last part.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head.

"Hold on," he said, putting his iPhone to his ear.

I turned back to my book and shut it.

"Hey... No?... She said she was free... You really can't wait until tonight... Listen, I don't think her mother-" he looked at me. "I think... How'd you even get her address?... I was super tired, don't blame me... Hello? Alex?" He gave a deep breath and pressed END on his phone.

I stared at him. "What's going on?"

He pursed his lips. "Uh, Alex and the guys are on their way."

I widened my eyes. "How does he know where I live?"

"Last night I had him drop me off in the little rental car." he explained.

"I have a question," I brought up. "How many fans usually come up to you?" I always wondered it. I thought it was a rude question so I never usually asked it. But I wanted to know. Knowing Jack, he seemed to be the person not to care about it.

He shrugged. "A few here and there. Alex gets the most fans,"

"Because he's the frontman?" I asked.

He nodded. "Exactly."

"Where's your favorite place to go?" I asked. He was famous. I had no way of controlling it, not that I wanted to. I had to get used to it.

He thought for a second before putting on a dorky grin. "Ohio."

I bit my lip and smirked.

"Uh, Macy?" I heard my mom call out.

Before Jack woke up, my mom had came in my room. All she did was look at him, get my dirty laundry and walk out.

"Yeah?" I called back.

"People are here for you."

Jack looked at me. "They're here. They don't bite, don't painc. If they're mean, I'll punch them, okay?" he joked.

I walked out of my room, followed by Jack. I walked to the front door.

There they were. Alex, Rian, and Zack. They stood in a huddle with large coats on.

My mom gave another deep breath and continued washing.

"So you're Macy." Alex said once we got into my room. Rian was just narrowing his eyes and studying me. Alex did the same only crossing her arms over his chest. Jack sat on the bed next to Zack. I sat back down on the chair next to my desk. It was a small room. I was shocked that 4 large guys fit in it the way they did.

"Flesh and bone." I said.

"Okay, so quick summary: You're pretty, smart, and sixteen. Underage." said Zack. Glancing up at Jack from my bed, he added: "How do you know she's not a crazed fan girl?"

"Is there a lot of those?" I asked, clueless.

Alex barked out a laugh. "Large amounts."

"Alex gets stalked all the time." Rian chuckled along with them.

I widened my eyes. "Another reason on the list why I'm not getting famous."

Zack shook his head. "It's not that bad actually."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, being stalked tweny-four-seven, endless hours of working, bus life, it has to suck."

"You're just pointing out all the bad stuff," Alex said. "Think about meeting fans. Performing for thousands of people? None of this stuff interests you?"

I shook my head. "Fame gets to your head."

They stared at me.

"Anyways," Jack piped up awkwardly. "Why are you here again?"

Alex didn't answer the question. "You know.. I'd date her if she wasn't 16."

Jack scoffed. "Hands off."

I stayed silent and pretended I didn't hear it.

"Shut up, you're scaring her." Rian said.

My cheeks grew hot and I turned to my books.

I was counting the days until I turned 18. I had a feeling that when I was 18, Jack and I would end up being together. Saying that we were still friends.

I thought of my birthday. It was in 2 weeks. In 2 weeks I'd be 17 years old.

"Macy?" Jack kept repeating.

I blinked my eyes. They were looking at me. "Yeah?"

"I asked what there was to do around here." Rian said. He wasn't narrowing his eyes at me anymore.

"Oh. The mall's pretty cool. I don't-"

"Sweet, let's go." Alex cut me off.

Jack and Zack got up.

"I don't think that's a good idea." I warned.

"Why not?" Alex tilted his head and rose an eyebrow.

"Not only is it scene girl mania, but fangirl mania." I said nervously.

Zack smiled. "Fangirls." he shook his head and headed out the door.

Everyone walked out and I slowly followed. Alex looked at me and stayed behind. "I have to talk to you." he said in a stern voice.

"About?" I asked slowly, leading him on.

"The thing going on between you and Jack." We stopped in the hallway. I heard the others tell my mom 'bye'.

I shook my head and chuckled nervously. "There's nothing going on."

"Don't lie to me."

"We're friends, that's all." I shrugged.

He stopped abruptly. Alex leaned on his foot and blew air out of nose, irritated. "I see the way he looks at you. He wouldn't talk to a sixteen year old like this. Ever. You look at him the same way, too."

I felt my face go red. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"I'd tell you to stop talking to him, but I'm not an ass." He looked like he was amused with himself.

"So what?" I asked, impatiently.

He looked down.

"Are you guys coming...?" Jack said.

We looked up at the same time.

"This stays betweens us." Alex mumbled under his breath. "We'll finish this later."

For some reason, I was scared for later.