As they walked out of the bathroom the people sat in the first row were staring with eagerness of why the two were in there together. They squeezed past through the aisle and sat back down in their seats in silence. Hallie sat in the window seat as she greatly gazed out of it at the bright blue sky, trying to choose pictures out of the clouds as she hummed a song to herself. Yet her mind was racing of questions, she was happy that that happened.

Lance on the other hand was excited beyond his belief. He was confused and surprised about the kiss, having mix emotions. He tried to think about what Hallie thought of it but nothing could come to mind except his worries. Was his feelings for Emily completely disregarded in his heart? It could have been just a cover up, trying to find love fast to heal the pain.

He sank in his chair as he tossed his leg on the other and easing the chair back to the resting position. Sleep could be a great distraction to talking about what happened, and he was sure that Hallie wasn't up to that right now either.

" Would you like something to drink?" the flight attendant offered with bright eyes and a wide smile.

" Yes!" they both replied together, jumping from their seats. The flight attendant gave a strange look with her eyes but the smile stayed. Hallie and Lance looked at each other at the same time coincidentally then quickly shot away. Lance then ordered his coke as Hallie got her small bottle of water in a light whisper.

The Bar-- Emily, Justin, JC and Deanna Deanna POV

I watched Justin's reactions from a separate table than him to the right. JC sat with me and as Emily bounded around the stage singing her heart out I could glance at Justin and see that his smile never washed off his face. Her voice dragged and echoed throughout the room as she had everybody's eyes on her with the sharp notes. I slightly giggled when Emily tripped and fell over the microphone wire, but she got right back up. Justin was watching intently, nodding his head slightly to the beat as his eyes continued to follow the pacing woman. I could tell he was finally understanding, everyone was. No one didn't need to know her background to get it, you just had to look past the mask she put on.

When Emily was done, she slowly wobbled off the stage as everyone around her clapped. Justin got up and went to meet her halfway down the steps. I smiled as Justin wrapped his arms around her shoulders and Emily didn't pull away. She kept her hands on at her sides as she breathed a little heavily from all the energy, the placing her head against Justin's chest. I think she finally got the strength to talk to him. Justin turned his head and mouthed he was going to take her home. I nodded and silently wished that everything would work out. As soon as they were out of the club, I turned to JC.

"It worked! At least I hope it did! Eeeeee!" I squealed. JC was smiling too as he pulled me into a hug, trying to catch my bouncing body in his grasp. We stayed together for a minute then I pulled away. I started to get out of my seat and head towards the stage as my hand dragged out of his. JC look confused, but shrugged it off as he twisted his body to face the stage once again. I went up to the guy doing the music and he gave me a look as if 'not again' though whispered a song in his ear. He nodded and I took my place on the stage all alone. My voice isn't that great even though I was in the high school chorus, it was just for an extra activity and friends made me join.

I nodded to man when I was ready. I got all nervous as all the people in the room stared in my direction and JC sitting close up there, almost in the front row you could call it. I tried blanking everyone out except my guy. All of a sudden the music started to KC and the Sunshine Band with "That's the Way (uh huh I like it)". Sure I was embarrassed from the choice of song but this is a once in a life time thing.

JC jumped from his chair as soon as the first words popped out of my mouth. I wasn't sure if it was because of the song or because I was singing it terribly. He stuck his fingers in his ears as he began to walk away. I thought he was heading out the door so I stopped singing for a second, getting ready to run after him. Though before I could say Uh huh, the microphone was stolen from my hand and my hand was still cuffed. JC belted out the words without looking at the TelePrompTer ( uh... yeah) with the words on it. I moved to the corner of the stage so that he could have the center of attention, what I believe he was trying to achieve.

He came to the back from where I was watching him from as he grabbed my hand and the last chorus past by and the music began to fade away. As he dragged the last note out with his powerful voice, he brought my head closer to him and smiled and shyly looked away. I was completely embarrassed out of this whole situation and I just wanted to go home now. He placed the microphone down to the side and gave a sweet short kiss. He dropped the microphone on the ground then, said thank you and I dragged him quickly off stage and through the door.

Walking out into the parking lot, Justin took his own car of course and we took the rental over to his hotel room. It was only 9 at night and I'm sure we could find something to do since it was so early.

" What made you choose that song?" JC said as he drove the car through the light misty rain.

" A little somethin' somethin' I picked up in an interview about you. You know." I replied, turning the radio on.

Getting off the Plane -- Lance and Hallie

The plane ride continued like that, awkward silence for the four hour trip. They had a movie during it so it relieved parts of the pressure as the two relaxed and dozed off for a short time.

" Wake up...," Lance whispered to Hallie who laid her head on two small cotton pillows.

She woke up slowly as the dark blue blanket that was draped over her fell off to her feet, rubbing her eyes from the bright above light. Lance hunched over her helping her to her feet, though reminding her to keep her head down low so she wouldn't hit it against the ceiling. They were the only two left on the plane as the last person disappeared through the large door with his briefcase. Hallie took Lance's hand, grabbing the small duffle bags that each of them packed, swimming them over his shoulder together. His one hand on her hip and his other hand holding her hand, Lance directed the drowsy Hallie off the plane into the smell of fresh air that sprouted through the holes.

As they made their way off the plane, Lance directly put a hat and sunglasses on to protect his identity from strangers. Walking a few feet apart from each other, they went up tot he information desk about how to get to the police station. The lady at the desks eyes bugged out at the question with worry in her eyes.

" That... that would, would be down at the end of the Vegas strip. It's a regular sized brown building that you can't miss. I believe it reads Police Department on the building."

" Thanks." Lance eagerly scurried off as Hallie dragged behind him, nothing in her hands though thoughts flowing through her mind, she just wanted to release. " Hurry up!" Lance called from ahead though her legs couldn't carry her that far and her concentration was scrambled about on different things.

Emily and Justin -- Emily's POV

I woke up suddenly with bright eyes and a horrible headache that pounded around my temples. I tried to sit up, but I felt like I was going to throw up as my stomach cramped up. I quickly laid back down with my head feeling the soft comfort of pillows beneath. I tried to think about what had happened last night though nothing was coming to my knowledge at that moment. I then attempted to lift my hand to my head and came to the realization that I was still in my outfit from last night. Flashing before my eyes came the last thing I remember from last night was having Justin walk me to my car. How did I get home? Did I drive home? I checked my watch that was still on my wrist and groaned at the sight. It was already 11 o'clock.

I rolled over so I was facing the other bed in the room expecting Deanna to still be sleeping. To my surprise, Justin was laying there on his back tapping his fingers on his chest as he stared at sticky tack marks on the wall from where the posters were. There were two cups of coffee on the night stand next to the bed. My eyes followed the steam slowly winding its way to the ceiling. I shifted my body position and the bed creaked. Justin's eyes shot over to me and quickly locked with mine. He jerked up and came to my side, kneeling.

"Morning...how ya feelin'?" he vocalized. I wasn't listening to a word he was saying though his lips moved slowly. All I was concerned with was the feeling of completeness that I felt in my heart. Then a wave of nausea swept over me. "Ooo. I think I'm gonna puke ( nice word!)." I moaned jumping up as fast as I could from my bed. I pushed Justin out of the way quickly, not meaning to be rude though I was in desperate need for the bathroom. The quickness of the fast motion just made me want to vomit more. I made it to the bathroom "just in" time for the drink that JC gave me, to make its way out of my mouth. Within seconds, Justin was by my side again slowly stroking the small of my back comforting. "Can you get me some water?" I asked groggily, a couple minutes later.

When my stomach had finally settled, I made my way back to my bed with Justin's support. He handed me the cup of coffee so I could have something in my stomach. After raising the cup to my mouth, I felt the hot liquid trickle down my raw throat. It stung, but it felt good to have something actually in my system. I put the cup down and felt Justin's hand slip into mine.

"We have to talk." he said seriously. I gulped, knowing what was coming. "We need to work out whatever is bothering you. Is it me?" he questioned softly, awaiting my answer. I sighed.

"It's not you. You are the greatest thing that has happened to me in a while." I tried to start.

"Then what?" he interrupted.

"Just let me talk. Please." I pleaded. Justin nodded, staying silent.

"Senior year of high school, everything was going great. I had a boyfriend, I was getting good grades, and above all, I was happy. Then night before spring break, my boyfriend told me he was going on vacation for the break." I paused. The crystal tears were forming and I fought to keep them back. I took a deep breath and started again.

"I thought, okay, he's going to be gone for a week, no big deal. The night before he left, he came over and for the first time he told me he loved me. Without a doubt in my mind, I responded with an 'I Love You' for him too." The hot tears were now on my cheeks. Slowly, Justin raised a gentle hand to my face and wiped the tears away. I was amazed at how intently he was listening. I drew in a breath and continued.

"That week went by the slowest of all the weeks of my life. I was so excited when Monday came because I was finally going to see him again. But I found out something different. He wasn't there on Monday so I figured that his flight must have been delayed or he was tired. I thought he would call that night, but the phone never rang once. When he still wasn't there on Friday, I started to get really worried. I mean I felt like I really loved the guy and it was so hard. I thought he loved me too. I also felt like his close friends were trying to steer clear of me." I hesitated again. The tears were coming so fast that I could barely see anything. I felt Justin squeeze my hand telling me to go on.

"That day before he left was the last time I ever saw him. I found out later from his friends that Brad, that's his name, had moved to California. He told me he was going on vacation so he didn't have to face the break up. I never even got to say good-bye. He was the first person I loved and I thought from then on if you loved someone that they were going to leave you. " Justin pulled me into a hug and let me cry on his shoulder for a little while. Then he spoke for the first time throughout the whole story.

"I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say. But something doesn't make sense. How does this all connect to me?" he asked sounding confused. I slowly pulled away from the embrace so I could look in his eyes.

"Well first off, after the break up was when I really started to become a fan. Sure, I had listened to your music before and I thought you were cute..." I trailed off with a smile at the thought of who I was saying this to. Justin's cheeks started to blush. "When God Must Have Spent hit the radio, it was like you were the only ones who cared about me. I was like known as the girl who got dumped by her boyfriend when he left. It was horrible. Deanna was the only one that stuck by me through all last year. Anyways, your music helped me get through the rough times. That's the main reason I was so shocked when you wanted to be with me." I finished. Justin still sat with a confused look on his face so I quickly added something.

"That night that you and Lance were fighting, I started thinking about how much I liked you. I tried to think what was ahead for us and the realization that you couldn't stay here with me. I guess I was afraid that when it was time for you to go back to Orlando, that you would leave. With out saying good-bye. Just like it had happened with Brad. It made it even worse when you tried to tell me that you loved me, because those were the last words out of Brad's mouth." I trailed off.

"But you know.." he started.

"Wait. I'm not done yet. I figured out last night that you weren't like Brad. When we broke up, you didn't just say oh well. You showed me that you weren't afraid to face me. You know how they say if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it's yours. Well you came back so now I know that you're mine." I expected something to come out of Justin's mouth, but instead he raised a hand to my face and wiped the fresh tears that were falling away. Then he lowered his head to mine and our lips met. I felt the familiar shivers shoot through my body. He pulled away and smiled.

"I've been waiting all week to do that." he laughed and I laughed for the first real time in a long time.