ChApTeR TeN

Three days later- Isaac glanced around his bedroom. Taylor and Zac lay death like on their beds. He rolled his eyes and he knew he had to change this madness. If it wasn't Alyson it was me, and Ike couldn't take it. "Alright! Everyone up!" he said, standing and swatting Taylor than Zac in the head with his evergreen colored pillow. Zac stirred alittle, and rolled onto his back. "What? Leave me alone!" he mumbled, "Yeah," Tay added, "Can't a guy ever get a few hours of decent sleep anymore?" he grumbled, stepping out of bed. Isaac smiled, and handed Taylor a gold shirt, a pair of velvet green pants, his black tie-up Doc. Martens, and a clean pair of blue boxer shorts. "What is this Ike? Are you turning into mom or something?" Taylor whispered under his breath. Zac laughed and excepted his clothing for the day from Isaac. "Purple?," Zac shrieked, "You know I never wear purple..that's such...forget it." he threw down the purple shirt, ran to the closet and pulled out a blue and green shirt. A new one, one Alyson had bought him. "I'm giving you each 5 minutes to get dressed and to comb your hair. Taylor in the bathroom and Zac you can change in here. The hairbrush should be on my desk.," Isaac said, turning toward the door, "Be done in 5 minutes, I'll be on front porch." he exited the room. Taylor glanced at Zac with a frown. "Is he up to something or just happy?" he asked. Zac groaned, "Please! If we're not happy, neither should he be." he added, before motioning Taylor to leave. Tay sighed and went his own way to the bathroom. The 6 minute away bathroom; just to spite Isaac for waking him up at; he checked his watch: 6:45am. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* Hunter Gunn smiled at me, and I smiled back. Hunter was a gorgeous 17 year old summer scholar at The New York Times. He was extremely nice and he told me he was glad there was someone his age to scholar with him. "Ms. London, have you finished your article?" Hunter's 23 year old brother Billy Gunn asked me. Billy was a gorgeous brunette, who was the editor of the New York Times. He was the person who told me to write an article..about *N Sync's concert. They played New York last night, and Billy bought tickets for Hunter and I to go review the concert. Personally, I hate *N Sync. They may be cute..most of them, and they have some talent, but to me they are the only worst thing to happen. For example, no longer do I see Hanson shirts in 'We Got What's Hot', or posters in every good store around. It's all *N Sync trash. They are such sellouts. It just makes me sick. "Um, yes I have." I handed him the review. Billy took his time, and read the whole two page article. A few moments after he finished he looked at me and said, "I guess you didn't like the show?", with a laugh. I held back a smile and looked at Hunter. "Not at all! Even ask Hunter- I begged to leave. I can't stand ugly Chris- he's such a fag. Or Justin- he thinks he's so cool. Or Lance, or J.C for Joey-Mr. Look at me I'm Superman." I replied smoothly. Aunt Molly gasped and laughed aloud. "What did I tell ya Bill? A mind of her own!" she laughed. Billy smiled. "It is an exquisite article, but I think I know what your next project will be." he said, placing my article in his pile of other articles. "What?" I asked, my excitement ragging up in my eyes. Hunter winked at Billy, I saw it from the corner of my right eye. Billy smiled and began to chew on a pencil eraser; like one of those slick attorneys who want to make it look like their work is hard. "By reading this article, I concluded you are a big Hanson fan, correct?" he asked. My face lit up, and I knew it. Hunter touched my shoulder and I turned toward him. "I've done some research and found that Hanson will be in upstate New York next week for a promotional concert before they finish their latest c.d." he said. I smiled, forcing myself not to become wide-eyed and mushy on them. Why hadn't I known that they would be here? Why didn't Taylor tell me? Does he even know? I asked myself quietly. "What row?" I asked, scribbling on my writers notebook. "Front row,right side seats and backstage stage passes." Billy said. I smiled, I would be right in front of Taylor! Yes! "Seats? Passes? Who else is coming?" I asked. "I am." Hunter said. I sucked in a deep breath, and slowly let it out. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him I didn't want him to go, so I just smiled at him. "Oh, and Amanda?" Aunt Molly said, as we all got up to leave. "Yes?" I asked, turning toward her. "Billy was kind enough to pay for you both to stay in the same hotel as Taylor, and he also is giving you each $700 to by any accessories." she said. I looked at Billy. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." I said, gathering my backpack and leaving. Should I go call Taylor and tell him? Or wait for him to call me? I thought to myself as I walked down Broadway toward Aunt Molly's house. -*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*- Isaac turned to the right, Zac and Tay following him. "You know we can't come here without permission." Taylor said. Zac nodded in agreement. They were at the mall: alone. No body guards, no parents- just them. "Permission was granted." Isaac simply replied. "I came here to search for some stuff to bring to New York next week." he said. Zac and Taylor exchanged glances. "WHAT?" they gasped in unison. "We're going to do a promotional concert in upstate New York next week, before we go to the City to finish up the c.d." Ike told them before heading into the GAP. Taylor turned to Zac. "Did you hear that? New York? I have got to call Amanda...you wanna come?" he asked. Zac waved him away. "Nahh, I'll be in Spencer's, I wanna scan for some Austin Powers junk." he laughed. Taylor smiled and ran to the other side of the mall, just outside Walden's Books. Rummaging through his pants pockets, he found no change. No calling card, nothing. "Now I have to call collect." he whispered, noticing a bunch of girls walked in his direction. For a second his heart skipped a beat, remembering his and Isaac's last mall disaster. "Did you see the concert? Justin looked so hot, especially when he was wearing that tank top. That boy is so mine! Him and J.C." A brunette counted. Her friend, a tall red head smiled. Taylor picked up the phone, and he listened to the girls. "Yeah. I was backstage, and they totally blew me off to talk to some reporter girl for the Times. My mom's friend, I think her name is Molly or Melanie or...whatever brought her niece there to work for the Times-" she was cut off and the brunette laughed with sarcasm. "Did you see the way that girl looked at J.C? I thought she was gonna die when he reached down to kiss her cheek. Seriously, I felt like ringing her neck!" They both turned and head toward the GAP. Taylor felt like rolling his eyes as he pieced all that together. J.C and Justin? Weren't they in the MMClub together a while ago? "*N Sync.." he groaned in a whisper under his breath. How could he not have known? Avery talked about *N Sync constantly, to her friend Amiee, she didn't want her brothers to know she liked another 'Boy band'. "They aren't even a band." he whispered, dialing Collect. "Who will be excepting the charges?" a female asked. "I will." Tay whispered. "What is your name?" "Taylor!" he replied. He waited and then the line rang. -*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.- As soon as I sat down on the stool by the bar in the kitchen, the phone rang. My heart jumped. Taylor! "Hello?" I asked. "This is a collect call from 'Taylor!' will you except?" the female computer voice asked. "Yes. I'll except." I replied, and then Taylor's voice came through the phone. "Hello?" he asked. "Tay? It's Amanda." I told him, sitting back down on the stool. "Hey. What's up?" he asked. I smiled. "Why did you call collect? Are you at the airport?" I asked. Taylor's eyebrow raised. "How did you know we we're..no I'm at the mall. I just got hold of the good news." Tay replied. I smiled again, going the refrigerator and pulling out a can of Cola. Aunt Molly forgot to stock up on Dr. Pepper, so she's going to go shopping for me today, since she is a vegetarian. Which, I am not. "My friend Billy, from the Times, got a hold of the fact that your playing a concert, and he got us tickets-front row!- to see you for a review," I paused and took a sip of soda, "I had to do a review of the *N Sync concert a few days and I totally thought it sucked, so I dissed them totally, and Billy thought I would be happier reviewing a Hanson concert! Oh, and guess what? He also gave me 700 bucks to spend on myself, and I get to spend a week and 3 days at your hotel!" I implied happily. "That's what they were talking about!" Taylor said to himself. "What?" I asked, confused. "I was calling the Collect ATT thing, and these two girls were next to me, talking about how some guy from *N Sync kissed you at the concert and you looked like you were going to die. I'm not sure, something like that. They were jealous and they were being extremely rude. But I didn't realize what they were talking about until you just said you reviewed the concert." he explained to me. "Oh. Cool. Anyway, I think *N Sync is going to be mad at me, because when they asked if I liked the concert, I said 'Yea it was pretty hott'. Coz you know I can't lie to people's face like that. But in my review I claimed 'The show was horrible and to overdone'. So tell me they'll be kinda pissed." I couldn't help but laugh. "Did you say you were spending a week or so at our hotel?" Taylor asked, popping back into the reason he called. "Yep. Cool huh. I can't wait to see you. And you get to meet Hunter, Billy's younger brother. They wouldn't let me go alone, so they got him to come with me." I hopped off the stool and ran down the long hallway and up a set of stairs to reach my loft. I turned on my radio station Z100 and I heard a familiar song. "Hey Tay, listen to this!" I placed the phone in front of the radio. -*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*- "That's right, your listening to MmmBop. Hanson is back, and ready to win! They'll be playing upstate New York next week, get your tickets now: call 1-888- Z100." the commercial ended as MmmBop faded into another song. By *N Sync non the less. -*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*- "That's cool. Hey, I gotta go. I'll call you when I get home, alright?" Taylor asked. I smiled. "Okay. Bye!" I hung up the phone. "This is so cool!" I shrieked, catching myself in my mirror. My face was flushed and my eyes greener then ever before. I can't remember the last time I looked like this. My blonde hair waved softly around my face, and my lips were devil red from the intense heat wave we've been having. Everything in my life seemed so perfect. Thinking of Taylor, my thoughts drifted and I ended up falling asleep on my bed.

Ever Lonely
Chapter Eleven

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