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The next day I woke up to the smell of pancakes cooking from the kitchen. I turned over to see AJ sleeping with a small grin on his face. Trying not to wake him I climbed out of the bed. Walking over to my walk in closet I stripped out of my jeans and tank top and put on a black thin strap dress. As quietly as possible I quickly walked out of my bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen.

Seeing the scene was all I needed to raise my spirits for the day. Derek was dancing around while making pancakes and eggs.

"Derek... I didn't hear you come in last night."

"Oh. I tried to be as quiet as I could. I figured you were asleep because all of the lights were off. I just crashed on the couch because I didn't know where ya wanted me."

"You can have any room ya want but the one at the end of the hall. That's mine."

"Yeah I figured that. I saw you sleeping last night. Who was that guy?"

"Oh that was the famous man who helped me out in L.A. His name is AJ. He's a Backstreet Boy."

"Yes he is," said a voice behind me before pulling me in a hug. "You feeling better?"

"Yeah AJ... thanks for staying last night. It helped."

"No problem. I have to go though. We have to record today."

"Okay... I'll show you out." I walked AJ out of the kitchen and to the front door. As he was getting ready to leave I grabbed his arm and turned him to me. "I really appreciate you staying," I whispered looking into his eyes.

"I know," he whispered and he put his lips to mine in a short sweet kiss. Turning he walked out the door and shut it behind himself. Trying to hide my surprise and happiness I walked back into the kitchen to see Derek setting the table.

"How did you fix breakfast? I don't have any food in the house."

"I saw that when I was starting so I ran into the store and stocked the whole kitchen." Going over to the refrigerator I opened and saw it packed full of food.

"Damn Derek! How much did it cost?"

"I can afford it so don't worry about it!"

"Okay! I'm starved do shut up and give me food!" Laughing he obeyed as we sat and chatted about what's been going on in our lives for the past two years.

*RING**RING*

"WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU WANT!?!" I yelled into the phone as I looked at the clock. 12:04am.

"Don't you know how to be polite when you answer the phone?" AJ asked sarcastically.

"No I was sick during that lesson at school," I said dully.

"Any WAY! I called to tell you that I just got back from the studio recording and couldn't sleep. You wanna go clubbing?"

"DAMN AJ!!!! I do like to sleep!"

"Please?????"

"Fine... be here in twenty minuets. I don't feel like driving."

"Okay!" I hung up the phone and climbed out of bed. Yawning I walked over to my closet and grabbed a black halter top and a pair of black leather pants. Walking into the bathroom I quickly applied some eye shadow and put in my violet contacts. Brushing out my dark brown hair I walked out into the hall and to Derek's room.

"Hey Derek?" I whispered as I walked to his bed.

"Wha?"

"AJ couldn't sleep so we're going to a club. You wanna come?"

"Yeah... Give me five minutes."

"Kay, I'll be downstairs."

AJ arrived about 5 minutes later. He was dressed up in a pair of leather pants and a black wife beater. He had his dark hair slicked back with gel and a pair of sunglasses hooked to his shirt. "Ya ready to go Sky?"

"Yeah ...in a minute. Gotta wait for Derek."

"Okay."

About a minute later Derek walked down the stairs with a pair of baggy dark blue jeans and a black short sleeved button up shirt on with the two top buttons undone looking good against his dark skin. He had his black hair spiked up and was wearing his usual shell necklace.

"Now we're ready!!" I said as we headed out to AJ's black BMW.

We got back from the club at around 2 am. I ran upstairs and climbed into bed without showering because I couldn't stand much more due to the exhaustion from dancing. I tossed and turned for about thirty minuets before finally falling to sleep.

Flash... you know what??? F*CK HIM!! I'm tired of his bullsh*t!... flash... 'You're not leaving here alive b*tch'... oh yeah!!! YOU MOTHER F*CKER!!!!... flash... blood, not mine, it's his... I checked the pulse...dead... flash... AJ stood across the room with a gun... flash...

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