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they could be a bit overbearing sometimes. We were on our own and loving every
second
of it!
    I walked up the stairs and headed to my room so I could dump my stuff.
    My room was more like a gigantic personal closet. I mostly used it to pick up clothes rather than sleeping in there. The room was also everybody else’s storage room: Josh’s old practice pads were in there, with a few pieces of his drum kits lying around; Sam and Seth’s old guitars were laid in a corner, and a bunch of other junk was spread haphazardly over the carpet.
    “Hey, you people!” I could hear Seth shout from downstairs. “Just got a call from Becca saying she’ll be over here soon to go through our schedule for tomorrow. She will be here after she sorts out some things.”
    The tour was officially over, but we still had a few promo events to attend before we were officially free forour much-dreamed-of summer vacation.
    “Oh, and just so you know, I’m not cooking tonight!” he added.
    The doorbell rang, shortly followed by a high-pitched shriek. It vaguely resembled my name being called out, but in an inhumanly shrill way. I swear a few dogs even started barking in response.
    Before I’d even made it to the top of the stairs, a towering blonde hurricane tackled me like a professional wrestler. I could feel my bones being crushed under her arms.
    “Joooeeeyyyyyy!”
she squealed at the top of her voice.
    “Tiffany!” I screamed back, and laughed.
    Tiffany Worthington the Third
. Multi-millionaire. Fabulously blonde, beautiful, fierce and smart. Also, my best friend in the whole wide world.
    “I can’t believe you guys are already here,” she said, squeezing me one more time. “I missed you soooo much, Jo-Jo!”
    “I missed you too, Tiff,” I said, pinching her cheeks.
    “Hey! What about
me
? I’m the boyfriend, you know,” Seth whined.
    “I missed you … more or less,” she said, and then ran and tackled him with a bearlike, crushing hug, subjecting him to a flurry of kisses all over his face.
    “OKAY! OKAY! Broken rib here,” he squeaked, grinning.
    Tiffany sometimes tagged along with us for a few shows, but she was too busy working on her own fashion line to be with us all the time. “Where’s Dad?” she asked me, as we made our way back downstairs. She meant Tristan. “Dad” was due to the fact that every time there was a major rumpus, Tristan was always the one to restore order to the room.
    “Right here, Miss Worthington,” he said, walking over to Tiffany and giving her a big hug.
    Sam, Harry and Josh joined us in the living room, where we all sat on the couch, chatting excitedly about our last days of touring. We were interrupted when Sam’s girlfriend, Amanda, arrived. She let out a girly squeak when she saw Sammy, and hugged him for what seemed like fifteen minutes.
    Harry went to the kitchen to answer the phone. I watched as he leaned against the wall with his back to us. I knew who he was speaking to.
    Jackie Sunford.
They had been together for a year now. My lips pursed involuntarily just at the thought of her. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her per se, it was just that I didn’t like what she did to Harry. For a start he was more serious when she was around. He stopped doing the silly things he did when he was just with us; he stopped being
himself
. I could see his posture shifting already, just by talking to her on the phone.
    Tristan chuckled and shook his head at me, telling me I was just being jealous – that I was very possessive of Harry.
    Jealous
. Pfft. Maybe I just didn’t like what Harry became when he was with her. He changed, and not for the better.
    Jackie never wanted to hang out at our house. She knew I would be here and I don’t think she liked me that much, either. I could always see the animosity flickering in her eyes, the resentment. Especially after some rumors that Harry and I had had “a fling” started to circulate. She hated it when I was near him, and that turned out to