"JC," I whined.

"What?" he whined back, coming over to me and slipping his arms around my waist.

"I still don't know if I can do this," I said, nervously.

"Don't worry about a thing," he said, kissing my nose. "You'll do great." I sighed and put my head on his chest, taking deep breaths.

"We've never performed infront of an audience this big before. What if we screw it all up?"

"You know me and the guys would come back you up," he assured me, rocking me slightly, trying to get rid of my stage fright.

"You'd better," I said, smiling coyly at him.

"You bet we will." He smiled back.

"If you don't, I'll kick Justin's *ss," I threatened, jokingly.

"Can you do that anyway?" he asked. "It's always fun to watch." I rolled my eyes and swatted him on the arm.

"You can be such a loser sometimes," I said.

"But that's why you like me, right?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, rolling my eyes and walking over to the mirror. "As if I'd ever like you."

"Hey!" He ran over and grabbed me around the waist from behind, throwing me over his shoulder. "Tell me you like me!"

"Never!" I protested, laughing. He threw me on the couch and held me down. "Nope! Uh, uh! Never gonna happen!"

"Then, suffer!" he said. He sat ontop of me and started tickling me mercilessly.

"Aah! Stop! Stop! Okay, I give! I'll say it!"

"Then, say it," he said, getting off me and sitting down on the floor next to me.

"It," I said, smiling mischevously.

"Ooh, you-" he began. I silenced him with a soft kiss on the lips.

"I don't like you," I said, softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he whispered, his voice raspy. "How long have we been going out?"

"What? You don't know?" I said, mockingly suprised. Yeah, like I'd expect a guy to remember things like dates and crap. Uh, huh! Sure. That's gonna happen.

"My guess would be half a year," he said, leaning his chin on the couch so his face was only inches from mine.

"Somewhat close, but no cigar," I said. "One year next Wednesday."

"Are you serious?" he asked. I nodded. "I knew that."

"Uh huh, sure," I said, rolling my eyes for the millionth time in the past five minutes.

"I guess that means I have to get you something, doesn't it?" he said, sighing. I hit him on the arm.

"No," I said, kissing his forhead. "Just as long as you're not out with the guys that night. If you are, I'll kill you."

"Oh, you would, would you?" he said, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yep," I said.

"Oh yeah, I remember what you did to Chris when he forgot your birthday. A few whip cream cans had an 'accidental' run in with his Jeep."

"Is it my fault that we've known each other for 21 years and he still doesn't know when my birthday is?" I asked, innocently.

"Well, do you remember his?"

"October 17th."

"Justin's?"

"January 31st."

"Joey?"

"January 28th."

"Lance?"

"May 4th."

"Mine?"

"Umm . . ."

"Hey!"

"February 25th? Wait, no, that's Elisbeph . . . umm, well . . . uh oh."

"You're not very nice, y'know." He gave me a puppy face and lowered his eyes. Putting my hand under his chin, I kissed him lightly.

"August 8th," I whispered. He smiled and took my hand in his.

"C'mon," I said, getting up and grabbing a hairtie. "We've gotta get out there and make this audience happy." Damn! I'm nervous! HELP! I thought as we walked out of the room.