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Chase laughed. "Nah, you look great." He stretched his fingers, as to loosen them, and followed her beat. The sound that ensued had a slight new age feel. It was rather upbeat and the chorus was driving.

Logan Fisher is an international superstar. His music has captivated millions and won millions of hearts as well. From powerful anthems to heart-wrenching love songs, his work has taken the music industry by storm. Logan is not your typical stuck up celebrity. He came from humble beginnings...

((Terribly sorry! We weren't excluding anyone. It's just... No one was here :P where've you guys been? We've had nothing to do so we just kept going xD ))

Chase cracked his fingers. "Where do you want to start?"

Chase popped the trunk of his beat up maroon car and pulled out a silver keyboard. He looked around in awe at all the posters and paraphernalia that dotted the garage walls. "Man... This is wicked cool. Not to mention you get total privacy." Chase set the piano down and plugged it into an...

He pulled into the driveway of the pinkish looking house. Huh! Pink. That's new. "Are your parents home? If they are... We might have a bit of explaining to do." he said sheepishly.

Chase pursed his lips and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya. I think Garfield feels the same way. Well... You thinking a movie? Or... Since we are being rebellious and skipping school... We could go do something rebellious. Like... Graffiti-ing bridges! Never done that either... This is your...

Chase grinned a mischievous grin. "This should be good fun! Where do you want to go? What day do you want to skip for that matter?"

He paused slightly, as if deep in thought. "You know... Do you wanna skip school sometime? I've never done it myself, but it sounds as if you could use a break. Either that or I could come to school with you. I mean, I'm not exactly body guard material..." he flexed his barely existent bicep...

Chase was silent for a moment, then he sighed. "People suck. People suck a lot," He spun the wheel in a right turn. "Just make sure... Make sure you know that what people think of you..." He paused trying to phrase his words right. "Please don't be defined by what idiots tell you you are...

"How come though? I mean... You're talented, you're pretty, you're sweet... What's not to like?" Chase pulled to a stop in front of a red light.

Chase adjusted the rear-view mirror and started the engine, which sputtered and then groaned begrudgingly to life. "They throw stuff at you? You're not serious are you? Because that's..." He shook his head. "That's awful."

"Hey... Thanks. Seems like everyone I know drives a super nice car. It's sometimes easy to forget that all that really matters is that you get from point A to point B." Chase wiggled the key into the lock until a clinking noise was heard. He then walked over to the passenger's side and opened it...

'Wow! Driving her home already!' Chase smirked to himself, then he shook the thought out of his head. That was not a great thing to be thinking. He still knew he had no chance whatsoever and it would be best if he was as un-aggressive as possible. "Only if you... You know... Feel comfortable...

He put his arm around Hubert's shoulder for support and hobbled to his feet.

"I brought my car because I can't really carry my key board on my own." Chase said with a sheepish grin. "You want a ride? The others can catch up with us later. Or we can catch up with them... Which ever comes first."

Chase shrugged indifferently. "Sounds good to me. Unless you guys have any better ideas. Do you have any keys there or should I bring my own?"

Chase grimaced. "Well... I'm still worried sick about Mandi... But there's nothing we can do at this point. That sounds good." He rolled onto his stomach in order to push himself up with his hands.

Chase sighed in frustration. The reason for this sigh was because he hated wrestling with his emotions, especially when those emotions dealt with girls. He soon, however, discovered that he had sighed out loud and everyone was now looking at him. Thinking quickly, he managed to say, "Any idea...