"I going to kill your sister," said my friend Jacki.
"I know. I'm going to kill her too," I said. We have been looking for her for over a half hour. She ran off somewhere and we can't find her.
"Jen, Jen, there you are," shouted Michelle.
"Where have you been?" Jacki asked coldly.
"I got lost and I have been trying to find you. Guess what I have," Michelle said in a childish voice.
"What?" I asked.
"I got backstage passes for after the concert," she said.
"How did you get those?" I asked curiously.
"I have my ways," she said cunningly.
"Fine, lets go," I said.
Four hours later, the concert was over and Michelle was still in awe. "Oh my, did you see them. Wow, they are so good!" she said.
"You know Michelle, if we hurry backstage. Maybe you will see Justin still sweating," I said jokingly.
"Your right, let's go!" she said, practically dragging me to the entrance of the backstage.
"Where are your passes," said one of the bodyguards.
"Um... Hang on, their in my book bag somewhere. Wait, here they are," she said, showing off the passes to the bodyguards.
"Okay, you may go in," he said and opened the door to let us in.
"Yes! I can't believe we're going to meet them!" Michelle said excitedly.
"I know, I would have never thought that we would. How did you do it?" I asked.
"Oh, I'll tell you later," she said as walked further down the hall.
"Isn't MTV supposed to be here?" I asked.
"Yeah, I forgot. For that All Access thing, right?," she said.
"Right. You're not going to faint, are you?" I asked.
"No! Well, I hope not," she said.
"Hey Michelle, over here," said Steve.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Oh, that's Joey's brother," she said smiling.
"Joey?" I asked.
"Joey Fatone," she said, walking toward Steve.
"Yeah right, and I'm Madonna's sister," I said.
"Hush," she said.
"Hi Steve," Michelle said.
"Hi, you guys ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what? What are you talking about," I asked, interrupting them, but they just ignored me.
"Follow me," he said, leading us into a room.
"He'll be here soon," Steve said, then left the room.
"He who? Doesn't he mean they?" I asked, wondering what was going on.
"You'll find out," she said grinning.
"Your really starting to annoy me, you know that," I said.
"Sit down," she instructed me, pointing to a chair with the back facing the door, "it's a surprise."
"Fine," I said and sat down.
Five minutes later, the door opened and someone walked in quickly, shutting the door behind them. "Who is that," I asked as I stood up. I could feel someone behind me, so I turned around and came face to face with a man. A man who I had know from before, but I couldn't place him.
"Jen," he gasped, taking me in his arms, "It's been so long."
Suddenly, all of the emotions and memories hit me at once. I could feel myself falling, and blacking out.
"Jen, Jen, are you okay. Jen wake up." shouted Michelle and Chris. I opened my eyes and found my sister and my high school sweetheart hovering over me. "What? What happened?" I asked, sitting up.
"Do you remember?" Michelle asked.
"Remember what?" I asked confused.
"Do you remember me?" Chris asked.
I looked at him, this man that had concern and love in his eyes, the same man whom I had loved so many years ago. The one who I had forgot, but how could I have? "Yes," I said smiling.
He smiled back and hugged. "It's good to see you Jen," he whispered in my ear.
"It's good to see you soon too," I whispered back. He let go of me and helped me onto my feet.
"You remember," Michelle yelled and then hugged me.
"Yeah, it's good to finally know who I am. Gosh, Chris, you have certainly grown," I said, looking him over.
"So have you, your not short anymore. I can't pick on you for that," he said.
"Ha ha ha. Well, I can pick on you now," I said smiling.
"Pick on me for what, I'm perfect," he said.
"You have really different hair," I said, picking up one of his braids.
"Uh, I'm offended," he said.
"You shouldn't be, I think your hair looks good," I said.
"Well, what about your hair. It used to be so short," he said, running his hand through my hair.
"Chris, honey, where are you?" asked a female voice outside of the door.
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