I walked out of Megan's room slowly, almost cautiously. I glared Jamie down before walking back into my room where everyone else was. Megan followed soon behind me with Jamie.

"Hey guys!" Nash smiled. I managed a smile back as I took my seat. I grabbed the bag which had RK written on it, and opened it. The fresh smell of meatballs and cheese quickly overcame me. I inhaled it all in before pulling the wrap out of the bag and unfolding. Mmmmh, Subway. I chuckled lightly to myself as I sunk my teeth into the bread, sauce leaking out of the other end. Messy, messy, messy me! I heard Megan giggle as it fell into my lap, onto the paper. I smiled cutely at her before she flashed a smile back.

I finished eating the sub and threw the paper back into the bag and placed the bag into the trash. I sat back down on the bed again.

"So, are you still going to be able to go to Los Angeles tomorrow?" Ian finally asked to break the silence.

"Yeah!" I looked over at Megan. With a smile, she nodded. "Of course!"

Ian wiggled his eyebrows and smiled. "Megan coming too, Ryan?"

"Heh.. Yeah." I smiled. Ian smiled as well before bobbing his head and finishing the last bite of his sandwich.

"Good, her and Maggie can have an all day girls shopping spree."

~*~

Megan's POV

Once Ryan and I were discharged from the hospital, we headed straight back to his parents house to pack up. Ignoring the pain in my head, I walked up the stairs and into my room. I looked around the room and smiled to myself as I remembered the almost kiss that stupid Jamie just had to interrupt. I laughed a bit more before pulling my suitcase out from under my bed, and putting it on top of it. I changed into sweats and a tank then grabbed all of my clothes and neatly folded them back into the suitcase. Shocker right? Me? Being neat? I packed all of my clothes up nice and neat. I picked my guitar up carefully then sat down on my bed. Nash said the plane didnt leave for another six hours so I figured I had time to work on that song I promised Ryan I'd help with. I stared down at the guitar before groaning.

"Think, Megan! It's easy! You've written many songs before." Yeah but not for Hot Chelle Rae, I thought bitterly. I looked around then pulled my notebook out from under a pillow and opened it to a clean page. I grabbed a pen, placing the guitar down beside me. I started thinking of things that could possibly make a good song; love being the most dominate one.

I tapped the pencil a few times before writing a few lines down in my notebook. I looked at the five lines I had written and smiled to myself. Hey, something's better than nothing, right? I flipped back to the front of the notebook and found some older songs I had written. Some I didnt even remember.

This Note.

Maybe Possibly.

All We Have Again

Goodbye With Hello

and Walking On The Outside

I smiled at bit to myself as I read through the songs. I couldnt help but to remember that Liz did help me write some of them. Back when she wasnt acting this way. Back when she was my sister, my friend and someone I could trust. I took a deep breath in and closed the notebook slowly then placed it in my suitcase along with the pen. I rubbed my knees a bit before a figure in the door way scared me half to death.

"Sorry!" Ryan chuckled.

"It's okay," I laughed. "I scare easily."

He nodded before walking over to the bed and sitting next to me. He picked my guitar up and grinned.

"Working on something?" He asked playfully. I smiled and giggled.

"Yeah, sort of." I said.

"So am I." He said. I knew he wanted to play but the fact he had an arm brace on was stopping him. I placed my hand on his shoulder before smiling warmly.

"I did promise I'd help write you a song, didnt I?"

"You're actually going to?" He asked halfshocked. I nodded before pulling my legs up onto the bed and folding them under me. He took a deep breath in before handing my guitar back to me.

"Sing me a song." Ryan said half nonchalantly.

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"Sing to me! I've never actually heard you. But I want to."

I blushed a bit before shaking my head. "I'm not that good."

"Bullshark."

I laughed a bit before giggling and shrugging. "Whataya want me to sing?"

"Hmmm.." He said. I raised my eyebrows a bit before wiggling them. I placed the guitar on my lap properly, put a capo on the neck and started to pluck the strings before he could say anything. I swallowed a bit as the words just started to escape my mouth. Of course they're not my own words, they were a song I heard from Glee that I just fell in love with and learned.

"I wish I could tie you up in my shoes. Make you feel unpretty too.

I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you?

Look in the mirror who's inside there, the one with the long hair?

Same old me again today.

My outsides are cool. My insides are blue.

Everytime I think I'm through it's because of you.

I've tried different ways, but it's all the same.

At the end of the day I have myself to blame. I'm just tripping.

You can buy your hair if it wont grow. You can fix your nose if he says so.

You can buy all the make up the man can make. But if, you can't look inside you find out who am I to be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty?

I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and bright."

As the worlds kept escaping my mouth, I glanced up at Ryan every now and then. He had a smile on his face as he was watching my hands, my plucking, my mouth and finally looking into my eyes. His face started to blush a bit before he turned away. He looked back a few moments later as I got into the bridge of the song.

"And I pity any girl who isnt me tonight."

He started to sing the chorus with me. So it was kind of like him throwing what I'm saying back out. It sounded pretty. His angelic voice somehow matching with my not so angelic voice and creating a perfect harmony.

I finished the song a few moments later and smiled.

"Wow." He said slowly. I looked up at him.

"Wow?" I asked. He nodded slowly then smiled.

"You are amazing." He said simply. I felt the butterflies grow in my stomach as he pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged back gently before placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," I smiled. I let go of him and got up slowly. I walked over to the window before closing it back.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"For what?" I asked with a giggle. I turned back around to face him and smiled.

"To go to California, silly!"

"Oh! I'm more than ready." I nodded then walked over to him. He smiled up at me then got up. He grabbed my suitcase, and walked out.

"I could've gotten that!" I called out after him.

"Too bad!"

I quickly grabbed my guitar and ran out after him. He ran outside as I got to the bottom of the steps. I whined a bit before placing the guitar down at the door and running outisde. I looked around for him then creased my eyebrows together when I didnt see him. I placed my hands on my hips and took a few steps forward.

"Ryan?" I called out. Nothing. I pouted a bit before sitting down on the grass. I laid back and smiled as the princklyness of the grass ticked my arms. I giggled slightly before closing my eyes.

Oh, I could lay here all day and sunbathe if I could. I opened my eyes back up once I felt someone tugging on my left leg. The tug became stronger, and stronger until I was finally being dragged across the lawn. I started to laugh as I saw Ryan's figure hovering above me.

"Ryan!" I squealed.

"Megan!" He squealed back at me. I laughed again before he dragged me into the limo where everyone else was waiting. Quickly shutting the door and locking me in.

"My guitar!" I whined.

"It's in the trunk with ours!" Ian smiled. "Chill, girly."

Once we got to the airport, it was packed already. Cramped packed. The bodyguards led us through the people and over to the line. I pulled my passport out and held it in my hands steadily. I suddenly just got really nervous for no apparent reason. Which sucked because normally I'm not as nervous as I am. Once I got my ticket I walked down to where it said our gate was. Ian followed behind me, Nash came up on the other side.

"So," Nash said smirking. "You and Ryan almost kissed?"

My cheeks burned brightly as my hand slid out from the jacket to whop Nash's stomach.

"Shut up!" I grinned.

"Ahh! You did! Hah, Ian. I was right." He said smirking. He laughed and nudged me.

"What stopped ya?"

"Jamie."

"Little brat!" Nash's voice turned into a high pitched whine before stepping in front of me. "Are you going to try and kiss him again?"

Was I? I mean, I did try to kiss him the last time which honestly I dont know what came over me. Maybe it was the fact that he actually seemed worried about me? Or maybe it was the fact that I wanted to get the taste of Jake off of my lips. Or maybe it was just because I love him. Plain and simple. I dont know what it was, but i do know that I did want to kiss him again. But it's not like I'm actually going to admit it out loud. I pursed my lips a bit before letting out a subtle sigh.

"No."

~*~

A few hours into arriving into California, Ryan did infact put me on a child leash because I got so hyper. It wasnt even that comfortable anyways! I whined every two seconds, made some kind of excuse to get off then once we got to his house, he tied the leash to a chair that was by the couch so that I wouldnt move while he was in his room, changing or whatever. It didnt stop me. Nothing can stop me!

I got up slowly then picked the chair up and walked slowly into the kitchen. His house was neat and very tidy. I laughed a bit at how much of opposites we are. I opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle and quickly sat back down on the couch. Ryan walked a few moments later and looked at me.

"Hey!" I said with a smile. He smiled back and nodded to the water bottle.

"What?" I asked.

"You moved didnt you?"

"Hah! Hah! No. No I did not. I have been a good girl."

"Where'd the water come from?"

"What... What water?" I quickly shoved the water bottle into the couch. He walked over to me with an eyebrow raised, and a smirk across his face.

"The water you just shoved into the couch."

"I did no such thing and I am appalled you would think such a thing."

He untied the leash from the chair then turned to face me. Chuckling, he pulled me up and pulled me towards the door. He stopped right before we exited then turned to face me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Do you want your water?" I frowned and nodded.

"Please?"

He walked over to the couch, grabbed my water bottle. He handed it back to me before taking my hand and walking out of the building.

This could be fun. Me. In California. With Hot Chelle Rae. With Ryan Follese'. I took one last look around before getting in the car happily. Ryan started to drive slowly at first then picking up the speed.

And here we go. Off to where ever this road is going to take us.