"Zac, would you grab Adrians bags for her?" Taylor called.
"Yep!" Zac said, running energetically to get my stuff. Remember how I was worried about what to do when the boys went on tour? Well, I didn't have to worry, because since we became such good friends so quickly, THEY thought of a solution for me! They decided I should just, go with them! Well, actually, it wasn't that simple. I actually felt a little bad, because it took quite a bit of planning to fit me into the whole deal, and I felt it would be better for them to put that planning into other things. But for me, they made sure their tutor could handle all my courses, as well as theirs, they took me on a MAJOR shopping spree so that I wouldn't run out while we were gone (they only have time for laundry once every 3 weeks at most). I also had to have a job assigned for me. They didn't want anybody thinking anything funny, so while I'm on tour I am their roady (basically I help set up) AND fashion designer. The boys pick out all their own clothes, so they've never had one of those, but now that I am, I get to tell them if I like what they picked out. And you know what that means! No more shiny leather pants!
"Now, hunny, did you remember everything?" My mum asked, one of the trillion questions she had asked that morning. "Yes mum, I triple checked my list, don't worry, I haven't forgotten ANYTHING".
"Don't worry Mrs. Cryss, if Adrian forgot anything important, we'll make sure she gets it." Diana smiled. My mom smiled back. Our moms got along so well. While they talked and went over all the details, I made my way over to the boys. I screamed through clenched teeth at them, something I do when I'm really excited..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up to the sound of music playing, little kids arguing, and conversations galore. "We're here, Adz!" Zac said cheerfully in my ear. I pulled myself up from his shoulder. "Huh? Where?" I asked, dazed. "The airport, silly!" I laughed, still only half unconcious. Zac got out of the van before me, and pulled me up, helping me out. I know this sounds totally mushy story-ish, but I realized as we walked to the airport, bags in hand, that he didn't let go of my hand. And I liked it. Alot. Still feeling dazed and groggy as we entered the airport I heard a huge creeching noise. It was almost like it wasn't a noise at all, it was so loud. Like it was just, the way the air sounded in here. I slowly turned my head and saw a mob of atleast 200 girls running at us. I gasped and dropped Zacs hand. The others seemed to be more alert, and before I knew what was going on I had been carried off and was now in a small, cramped janitors room with Zac and Ike. "What...was THAT?" I asked, a little shaken by my first experience on being on the receiving end of the horrifying teenyboppers (I've seen them at concerts, but never have I been in danger because of them.) "I don't know, they weren't supposed to be here! Dad made sure the press thought we weren't leaving for another few days!". I then noticed that without my minds permission my body had started to shake, and tears were rolling down my eyes. It must have been that I was so tired, but I didn't know what to make of all this. "Omygosh, Adrian, I'm so sorry." Zac said. "This is what its like to have fans, you'll have to put up with it babe." He said. I didn't really feel embarrased that I was crying. I felt so comfortable around these boys. I also felt much more comfortable in Zacs arms. Lately everytime I saw him I felt the urge to kiss him. I wondered if I'd ever be able to act on this thought.......
