The Difference Between Love and Hate- Part 7 Me
I got all done up in an outfit and look that I really liked, despite myself. Low cut jeans cut off around the top with rhinestones around the seams and stiching, a bikini top with the same kind of thing goin' on, and blue body gems in the shape of a sun around my belly button. My hair was braided in pigtails over my shoulders and I was barefoot.
Walking out of the dressing room, I just about froze.
"Good Lord, can we turn the air up some? I'm dressed for summer, not winter."
"You're complaining again?" Nick groaned as I sat down in a chair.
"Shut up, Nick," Brian said, adjusting his belt.
"Why do you always take her side?"
"Because you're annoying as shit when you try to argue with her!" Brian smirked. "Nick, you ever notice how she always wins when you two argue?"
Nick stared at Brian, speechless. I grinned.
"Thanks, Brian."
"Anytime," he said, going back to the magazine he was reading. I, meanwhile, went off in search of Kevin.
I found him sitting in his dressing room, a hair stylist messing with his hair. He looked up at me.
"Now what would've happened if you'd walked in here and I was naked or something?"
"You would've been embarrassed and I woulda had a grand ole time," I said, messing with some of the stuff on his makeup counter. He laughed.
"Yeah, guess you're right."
"Of course I am."
"Aren't you cold?" he asked, putting his hands on my hips and moving me aside.
"Talk about vanity."
Kevin gave me a look and I grinned.
"Yes, I am cold, it's friggin' freezing in here."
"You look like a glamorized farm girl," he smirked.
"And you look like a hick."
"Hey!"
I laughed and tugged on his flannel shirt. He reached up and yanked on one of my pigtails.
"Hey, Cynthia'll get mad if you mess up my hair."
"Oh, so sorry. Let me fix it." He yanked a loose hair from my head and I jumped.
"Ow! That hurt!" I smacked Kevin's arm and he laughed.
"What a baby."
"Are you two sure you're not dating?"
I gave Kevin's stylist, Will, a look.
"Yeah, we're sure."
"Coulda fooled me."

Kevin
"We're not dating," Mary snapped, then walked out of the room.
"Damn it, can't you people leave the dating thing alone? We're just friends."
"That's what Justin and Britney said."
"Are you done?"
"With your hair? Yeah."
"Good." I got out of the chair and walked out to the studio. Mary was talking to AJ while Cheryl fixed her hair. Nick was sulking, as usual, Brian was reading a magazine and Howie was getting his hair done. I sighed and sat down beside Brian.
"What is it?" he asked without looking up.
"The usual."
"You know how many tabloids you guys have made?" He held up his magazine and I saw it was a Globe.
"Oh, Lord, now what?"
"This one says she's pregnant with your kid. From a 'very reliable source.'"
I groaned. "How are we gonna clear this up? Especially after the whole Britney/Justin thing."
"I don't think it was rumored that she was pregnant," he murmured, setting the Globe down. "Imagine their kids..."
"Brian."
"Sorry, sorry. Don't worry about it, it'll blow over soon."
"Not soon enough," I muttered.
"Don't stress out over it. That's the last thing we need: you stressed out."
I gave him a look and he grinned.

Me
We took a lot of pictures, but my favorite ended up being one with me lying on the "grass", with Kevin, Brian, AJ, Nick and Howie stretched out, in that order, on either side of me, Kevin's head on my stomach, Brian's on my stomach, and so on.
Later on, we were interviewed seperately. I was asked the usual questions; the boring stuff.
"Okay, now the nitty gritty," the reporter said. I smiled.
"I know you've had a rough life. What has been the hardest part of your life, of your career?"
I stared at him, knowing what I was going to say.
"The hardest part of my life and my career," I began slowly, "is not having my best friend to share it with."
"What do you mean?" he asked softly. I looked at him.
"You're just trying to make me cry, aren't you?"
"Well, let me rephrase that. In your liner notes, you mentioned your mom and dad and Wee, who I'm gonna guess is your friend. What happened?"
"They were killed," I muttered. "They were killed because of a stupid mistake I made."
"Care to elaborate?"
"No, I don't care to elaborate," I snapped. "Are we through?"
"If you want us to be."
"Then we're through."
"Alright." He stood up and left the room. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the makeup table, and sighed. This was gonna drive me insane someday. Maybe Morgon was right. Maybe I should see a shrink.