"Are we there yeeeeeeeeeeet?" Celeste and Ashley whined with all intentions of driving Jessa and Taryn, who has a monster headache, out of their minds. Jessa sucked in a deep breath of the cleansing air floating around in the heart of Massachuttess as Taryn beared down on her teeth, Sum 41's care-free tunes not locking their boisterious voices out of her brain.

"No we're nooooooooooooot," Taryn yelled back with a roll of her eyes, slumping down on the purple-draped bed in the back of the RV, still lounging about at 2 PM in her sleepwear, red Paul Frank pajama pants and a black Good Charlotte muscle tank.

"Actually," Jessa started then drifted off like wind walking along the ocean's surface, squinting to read a blue sign standing proudly in front of a large 2 story building that said "Squareton Mall." "I think we're here."

"Great!" Ashley squeaked, racing to the table and digging through her pink adidas backpack with figiting hands for her Dream Street CD and camera.

"Did you take your pills, Ashley?" Celeste questioned, shuffling through the cabinet on the right for a granola bar.

"I took them this morning, Celeste," Ashley sighed, "I really wish you would trust me to take care of myself."

"I'm sorry. I just worry," Celeste responded quietly, presenting her a hug and laying her head on the shoulder of Ashley's light pink 3/4 sleeves shirt, "You're my only little sister." Ashley nodded, knowing what it was like to be a sister.

"I don't think I can handle a few hundred screaming teenies today," Taryn moaned, plopping her face deep down on her pillow as if she was experiencing the reprocussions of a major hangover, as if demons of health were reaching from the pillow and trying to kill her in the heat and suffocation, reaching blindly for her pack of cigarettes resting on top of the TV next to her cellphone.

"I don't think anyone could handle that outfit," Celeste replied with a bit of spite, critiqing Taryn's fashion, grabbing her black purse and tossing it over her bare shoulder, her spagetti-strap blue tank top ruffling in the stifle wind.

"I don't need 2 hours of prep to look good, Leslie," Taryn reminded her, lighting up her cigarette and taking in a deep drag, the sinful smog ironically cleansing her body. Leslie eyes burned into Taryn, that being the only name she could be called to send her on a wild rant.

"Let's head to the signing," Jessa suggested, parking the RV hastily and smoothing her belly-bearing laced purple tank top, glancing at Celeste and Ashley. "Taryn can join us at FYE when she likes."

"Which will be never!" Taryn responded, hoisting her legs into the air to stretch as she flicked some ashes into an empty Sprite can.

"I can't believe you don't appreciate what Greg did for you last night," Celeste whispered, her voice hindering with a sliver of hurt, pacing slowly toward the door, "Girls would do anything for that opprotunity."

"I know they would," Taryn laughed wickedly, tucking her free arm behind her head and gazing out into the overcasted day, "That's the sad part."

Feeling defeat beckoning her, Celeste stromed off the RV, Jessa and Ashley running after her in a heartbeat, not ready or equipped for a marathon toward the Sears entrance, their sandals smacking hard against the asphalt. "She's such a bitch," Celeste exasperated, crossing her arms in front of her as she pillowed through the black door, smoke fuming from her nose, her curls tossed in front of her shoulder like bodies from a crashed car, the air encirculing her spiking up a few degrees. "She doesn't know what it's like to be a fan."

"I think she does," Ashley piped in, the usual voice of reason, resting her head on Celeste's shoulder, Celeste's body releasing tension with Ashley's gentle touch. "I think she knows more than any of us."

"Besides, life would be boring if she was like us," Jessa joked, patting Celeste on the back as Jessa opened the final heavy door to enter to see the boys.

"You mean normal?" Celeste forced a smile as they weaved through endless racks of clothes and whatnot toward FYE, arms links and spirits soaring......

The girls waited patiently for the boys to arrive, mingling in perfectly with the hyped crowd engulfing the small FYE store. Jessa concentrated on making origami out of the flyers being handed out aimlessly as Celeste and Ashley chatted with a few DS fans ahead of them and looked through their scrapbooks of pictures, cut-outs and poems. Moments before Dream Street arrived, Taryn strolled through FYE to her friends, still decked out in her ever-so-fashionable sleepwear topped off with Jessa's leopard-print fuzzy slippers, munching way on a box of Trix as screams sliced through the humid air, banging relentlessly on the girls' eardrums like hundreds of hammers, all four of them jumping as Dream Street took their seats behind a dark brown table, their smiles artificial displays of energy thanks to Coffee Cooladas and 5 hours of sleep.

"Missed breakfast?" Celeste asked with a cynical smile, raising her eyebrows as the line surged foward, filling any gap with sparatic pieces of the human body, driven by any spared seconds that could be used taking pictures or kissing cheeks.

"Missed a lot, I guess," Taryn surmised, cutting in front of Jessa, Celeste and Ashley, gawking at the dangerous crowd of preppy fans surrounding them like in a tribal ritual. "This place sure is 'square'."

"Missing your shoes?" Jessa asked annoyed, pointing down to the slippers occupying Taryn's feet.

"Ya know, these are very comfy!" Taryn exclaimed, peering down at them and smiling, "I must get myself a pair."

Jessa's response was cut short by a skinny FYE Rep's aggravated voice asking them with feign politeness and care to keep moving; they've arrived at the table. Taryn looked at 'the Albino', as she calls him shocked, her face erased of common expression.

"Uhh," Matt began, looking up at her curiously, then down to her box of Trix, poking at it with his marker as if trying to dissect it, "Do you want me to sign that?"

"Oh, shit." She forgot to bring something to get signed. "Sorry...Sure," Taryn responded unsure, thrusting it into his direction as he began to scribble his John Hancock on it.

"Interesting thing to get signed," Taryn heard the "controversial" one shout over the hum-drum surrounding them like colonizing bees, his brown eyes hidden by signature pink sunglasses as he swirled his Sharpee like a top on the table.

"Well, I picked Trix because..." Taryn began, improve exercises sifting through her head, lifting the box toward her face and scrutinizing it, "You guys are sweet and fruity." Jessa and Celeste bursted into giggles behind Taryn, holding onto each other to keep from falling down with their uncontrollable laughter, their outburst signaling the boys to look their way.....

Matt's eyes tumbled from his head and Chris's smile goldened as they looked at Celeste's item to sign, a freshly-purchased white 100% cotton Gap thong, Matt hovering over it as if his mother was standing right behind him, looking over her untrustworthy son's shoulder.

"I must know the name of the girl who wants me to sign her underwear," Chris demanded lightly through his chuckles, tilting his head up to look into the eyes of Celeste's.

"It's Celeste," Celeste responded, holding her hand out dantily toward him as he took it and placed his lips atop it softly, his kiss moist against her skin. Celeste secretly smirked, thinking Chris, the modern day romantic that he was notorious for being, would be a little more inventive than a kiss on the hand......

"Hi Jesse," Ashley greeted with her pixie smile, pushing her CD slightly across the table toward him, Jesse's eyes instantly brightening as if he could smell the innocence running off her like rain drops off rocks.

"Hey," Jesse responded, grabbing his Sharpee and jotting his name on her CD, glancing up at her, "What's your name?" "Ashley," she responded, her voice quaking a little, hiding the screaming and rejoycing nerves surging through her body well, casually brushing her blonde hair behind her ears.

"Thanks for supporting us, Ashley," Jesse told her honestly, handing the CD back to her genially.

"You bet!" Ashley responded giddily, clutching her hand over the CD like she wanted to smudge Jesse's signature and have a temporary part of him tattooed on her skin. "I'm from New York. Me and my friends came up here to see you...actually, we're going wherever you are this summer."

"Really?" Jesse asked interested before the FYE employee rudely pushed Ashley away from his questions...

Greg's voice crammed in his throat like a hard lump of coal as he saw the girl from the front row at Jones Beach approach him, this being the last place he'd see her, a few hundred miles away. He didn't know what it was about her, he could just tell that she wasn't an ordinary fan, or even a fan at all. Her cat-like green eyes glowing with uncredited brightness and beautiful brown hair caressing her back like a veil. They way her tank top fit just tight enough to drive his mind wild, the way her smile was always a smirk, not innocent or sweet, a smirk which the cause was for unknown, the way her whisker-washed jeans clung to her body like they were painted on was almost unbearable; he bit his lip shut to keep from saying anything embarassing.

"Hey," Jessa said roughly like she was a native western, leaning against the table, her cleavage barely spilling out of her tank top, running her well-kept fingernails over the CD case.

"Hi," Greg sputtered, reaching for her CD, wanting to graze her fingers; Jessa sensing her plan was going well. His brown eyes were beautiful, deep, round, and glassy; she was a sucker for eyes, they made her weak in the knees and emotion. This guy was talented, good-looking, and extra sweet to fans. Think of how he would be with 4 pretty girls acting like a traveling fan club. Possibilities are endless.

"You wanna sign my CD, Tiger?" Jessa asked, a quirk in her voice raising it a decible, attempting to sound sweet and not seductive, an infeasable goal. She backed away from the table, her eyes fastened on him like two buttons on his button-down black shirt, "Or do you want to keep it?"

"What's your name?" Greg asked as nonchalantly as possible, scribbling on her CD without even looking down at his hand's motions, feeling as if he was going to spontaneously combust with eagerness to discover the reason for this unseen attraction.

Jessa's eyes squinted as her smile grew, hinging her thumbs on her jeans' belt loops. "Now why do you want my name?"

"I just..." Greg started, before she was brusquely shoved aside by the FYE epmployee, urging the girls to move along, the mob growing larger behind them every minute becoming hard to control. Jessa glared up at the employee, a frown smacked on her face and offense raging in her eyes as she retreated, winking at someone on the line and nibbling on her lower lip, her white teeth glistening in the yellow light.

Greg watch Jessa leave the store, her eyes boring into his with mezmerized accuracy, trying to grapple onto his inner thoughts with her long, dainty fingers. Frankie hit Greg in the shoulder and out of his daze, Greg's head spinning toward his. "What's up, man?" Frankie asked informally, his hand beginning to throb in pain from exerting such immaculate force down on the river of endless CD covers washing to him.

"That girl..." Greg began, than dismissed his proposed statement.

"Will be seeing you tomorrow morning," Celeste rang in, walking her fingers along the fine quality thong displayed in front of the boys.

"Excuse me?" Greg questioned, his heart fluttering but his mind left in the dark. Celeste looked at him with eyebrows elevated, smile poised and curls covering her shoulders.

"Will be seeing you tomorrow morning," Celeste repeated a little more forceful so her voice with shatter through dense conversation outlining them, shrugging innocuously. "In Albany. Trust me."