I slowly walked down the street, willing myself not to cry. Tonight was saposta be my night, a celebration of my birthday I guess. But, that never happened. At least, the best part didn't. Tonight was the night- Johnny No Name was at the Rosemont Theater. But, I didn't get tickets. Figures. The guy of my dreams is here, doing a solo show, and I don't get to go.

So instead of moping around the house, I decided to take a walk. I knew it would be quite a long walk, considering that I was trying to get to the Theatre (and the fact that I had no idea where it was didn't help), but... I had the determination to meet that Boy. No one will understand how much he means to me. I don't care how pathetic it sounds, but it's true. He, and the rest of the guys, saved my life. No one, not even my best friend in the world, Lindsay, knew the whole truth behind it. I was the only one that knew, and it would STAY that way.

About 7, I decided to give up. After all, didn't the concert start soon? Then I saw something. The theater. It was not even five minutes away. I laughed giddily and started to walk faster. Then I slowed down. I realized that he would probably be inside anyway, so what's the use? Is there really a point in standing out there in the cold, waiting for the show to be over? No. I sighed and sat down on the pavement, putting my head in my hands. I felt like shit. All day I had wanted to throw up, my head hurt, and my back hurt. And now from walking.... *sigh*. Suddenly, I started gagging, out of no where. I couldn't breathe. Gasping for breath, I tried to stand up to try to find help, but I collapsed.

Next thing I know, I am laying on a couch. It's warm in here. So much more than outside. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I had no idea how long I'd been out for, but it couldn't have been that long.

"She's awake!" I heard someone call. I slowly sat up, and closed my eyes in pain. "What's wrong?" they asked me. I looked up to see someone that looked somewhat familiar.

"I have no idea," I managed to choke out. This was so wierd. I could barely breathe, let alone talk.

"Are you ok?" someone else asked me.

Coughing, I replied, "Other than the fact I cna't breathe, I'm fine."

"Ok, we gotta do something," the first person said. I looked up at her again and recognized her immediately. Denise McLean was standing right in front of me.

"I'll be fine!" I said, trying to stand up, but failing miserably.

"Girl, you cna't breathe. You won't be fine!" the second voice, Howie Dorough, said. I rolled my eyes and tried once again to stand up. Howie just gently pushed me down on the couch. "Down, girl." I sighed and sat back, closing my eyes. I took a really deep breath, hoping that would help, but I ended up just coughing and choking.

"What's wrong with me?" I muttered.

"I don't know," Denise said. Oops, no one was saposta here that. Oh well.

"Isn't this a great way to spend my birthday?" I thought. "Or at least what was saposta be the celebration of it?"

"It's your birthday?" Howie asked. I looked up at him with an expression like 'how do you know?' "You just said it," he laughed. I nodded.

"My birthday is on Saturday. I was saposta celebrate it today, by coming to this concert with a few friends. But we didn't get the tickets," I sighed.

"Oh," Denise said. "Look, do you wanna sit closer to the stage so you can see what's going on?"

"Could I?" I asked hopefully. She nodded. I smiled at her.

"Follow me," Denise laughed.

"No, no, no. Follow me!" Howie exclaimed, picking me up. I stared wide eyed at him.

"I think I'll follow him," I said, pointing down at Howie. Denise and Howie laughed at me. Howie carried me slowly out to right about where backstage ends and the stage itself begins. I sighed in delight and thanked Howie with my eyes. He smiled and sat down next to me.

"The show is just starting, I think he's sung one song. So you didn't miss much." Howie explained. I nodded, willing my self not to talk a lot considering it made breathing even harder. "AJ your favorite?" Once again I nodded. "Oh."

"Aww Howie," I managed to say. "If it weren't for AJ, you'd be my favorite!" He blushed slightly and smiled.

"By the way, what's your name?" he asked suddenly.

"Jessica," I replied, laughing a little.

"Nice to meet you Jessica," he said, kissing the top of my hand. His nickname sure is true about him! ( sweet d)

"Likewise," I smiled warmly. Like I said, if it wasn't for AJ, I would so be in love with this Boy! But I'll let Lindsay have him. Howie and I settled back to watch the concert. All I can say is that AJ is one hell of a performer!

*part two*