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beautiful that she took his breath away for a moment. She was wearing a long baby blue gown. The gown was plain and simple, but it showed all her curves and how tall she really was. She didn't wearshoes with big heels, or else she'd be taller than Ashley. And she hated when she was taller than guys. It was something she totally hated about herself, but Ashley always liked that. Her being that tall made her even more beautiful and it made her stand out from everybody. When Ashley touched Kirstin's skin while putting on the corsage on her wrist, he felt a chill down heis spine. He didn't know what it was. He had never felt like that before. He was so afraid. He had being with a lot of other girls before, but none of them made him feel the way he did when he was around Kirstin.
     
    "Ashley? Hello? Let's go! The limo is here." Trevor woke Ashley from his thoughts.
     
    NYU – Lunch Time
    "Hey!" Grace greeted sitting on a chair at the table Kirstin was finishing having her lunch.
     
    "Hey, what's up? You are kinda late!"
     
    "Oh, nothing much. I had to talk to this teacher after class. So… what time will you pick me up today?" Grace asked excited. She loved their Thursday nights.
     
    "I'm sorry, what?"
     
    "Hello? It's Thursday! What time will you pick me up so we can go to Inferno?"
     
    "Oh yeah… about that. I don't feel like going out today."
     
    "What are you talking about? Since our first night out, we have never skipped any Thursday night. And you, especially you, love our Thursdays Nights out for obvious reasons." Grace was kinda intrigued. Her best friend had been acting strange at the past week. She wondered what was wrong with her "K, I know you don't like sharing your problems with anyone, but I'm your best friend! We have known each other for 2 years now and I have never seen you so strange like you have been in these past 2 weeks. Please, tell me what's going on. I may not be able to help you, but just getting whatever this problem is off your chest might help. Please, tell me what's wrong!"
     
    Seeing her best friend's true intention to help, Kirstin realized that maybe it was the time to talk to someone about it. She couldn't keep it to herself anymore. She was gonna freak out soon if she didn't talk to someone. And who better to talk to about it than with her best friend?
     
    "Ok Grace. I guess you are right. But this conversation will stay here, ok?"
     
    "Yes, of course! You didn't even have to ask, K!"
     
    "Ok, so here's the thing. There was this guy I went to the prom with…"
     
    O-TOWN PHOTO SHOTTO / INTERVIEW SECTION
    "Ok guys. Thank you very much. I think I have everything I need for the article. If I need anything else, I'll call one of your managers." this blond female journalist told the O-Town members while they were shaking hands. After saying their goodbyes, they went to their limo to go back to their hotel.
     
    "What time is it?" Ashley asked but then realized he was wearing his watch and saw it was 3:15. "Oh my God! I gotta go meet Kirstin! We agreed to meet at 3:30! Mike, can the driver drop me at MTV before taking you guys back to the hotel?"
     
    "Yes, just let me tell him that." Mike Morin moved from his seat to one near the driver and informed him.
     
    "So… if Jen asks where you are, what do we tell her?" Erik asked Ashley.
     
    "Hm… tell her that I got stuck at the interview and I'll call her as soon as I get out of there."
     
    "Oh man! I see you getting busted already." Jacob just shook his head in a negative way.
     
    "I won't! Don't worry about me, guys. Everything is gonna be fine."
     
    Minutes later, they got to MTV.
     
    "Ok guys. Later then." Ashley got out of the limo. Kirstin was not there yet. It was 3:30 sharp.
     
    "Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God! It's past 3:30! I gotta get out of here." Kirstin noticed the time. She just put all the files she was finishing organizing together in a folder, then placd it in a drawer and left the room.
     
    On the waiting