----------------2 months later-------------
    "Aw! Home sweet home!" Dawn said as they clammored out of the bus and into the "Jive" parking lot.  They'd just gotten done signing autographs at the airport, even the girls got to sign a few!
    "Jerry!" they girls screamed as they ran to hug him.  The guys followed, shaking his hand.  "Stealing our women," was what they joked with him.
    "You brought our cars!" the girls yelled.
    "Yeah, it was quiet a trip!" he said.
    "But, why?  We only left you the keys to start them occasionally so that the battery wouldn't die," the guys said as they stared at all ten cars in the parking lot.
    "Well, it's sorta my last gift to the girls."
    "What?" they all shrieked.
    "Okay, I don't wanna do this, but my boss is making me drop a group.  They say I have "too much on my hands" even though I tried to explain I didn't, I mean, you guys are on tour together.  Well, since I've been with the Boys longer, I'm sorry girls!  I have to!  Your new manager should be meeting you in couple days.  It's been fun guys," Jerry said as he hugged the girls.
    "Aw, Jerry!  But, we'll still see you cause you'll still be with the Boys," Dee said
    "Yeah, so we'll still see each other.  Hey, kids, go home and rest, you need it!" he said as he pushed them to the cars.
    "My baby!" Dee yelled as she ran to her Blazer and hugged it! (It's possible, I hug my front-end and all, well, okay, I hug my Blazer all the time and everyone knows that it's my baby!)
    "I thought I was your baby?" Brian pouted.
    "Aw, you are!" she said as she kissed him.
    "So, you wanna watch a corny, romantic movie?" he asked, trying to get on her "good side" by suggesting "feminine" movies.
    "Well, I was thinking, the whole "Leathal Weapon" series," Dee said knowing that he really didn't want to watch a "chic flic"
    "Cool!  See ya in a bit," he said before he kissed her and headed to his Beamer.  She just laughed.  He was so unbelievably cute, no GORGEOUS!!
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  Vanessa and AJ arrived at "their" doorstep at the same time.  After a small scuffle over unlocking the door, AJ got it open and they quickly went inside and separated in different directions.  Vanessa rushed to her room and started packing while AJ stayed in the kitchen.  He decided to press his luck and venture into her room, hoping she wouldn't throw him out.
    "Hi," he said meakly as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her grab things from her dresser and shove them in the suitcase, very unorganized.
    "Hi," she replied angrily.
    "Um, so you're leaving?"
    "No, I like packing my suitcase to see how much stuff it will hold! Duh! What's it look like?" she replied rudely.
    "Well, can't we just talk?" he tried.
    "No.  Why do I wanna talk about how you betrayed me?  Howie and the rest of the guys backed Angel's story.  You did kiss the stripper, she was all over you and you were extremely drunk.  You made them leave before you went in your room with her, so you can figure out what happened next!"
    "Vanessa, please listen......Hey!  That's my hat!" he said as she grabbed his leopard-print cowboy hat.
    "Now it's mine!" she said.
    "But, why would you want something of mine to remind you of me if you're so angry?" he asked.
    "If you're gonna gripe about the stupid hat that much, here!" she said as she threw it at him, "Now, get out!"
    "It's my house!  And that's my flower pot!"
    "I don't care!" she yelled as she chunked the flower pot at him.  He ducked skillfully and it shattered against the wall.
    "Woman, do you know how much that cost?!  Stop throwing my things!" he yelled as he followed her into the kitchen where she began gathering knifes.
    "Hey, those are mine too!"
    "Correction, I bought them!  But, you can have one!" she yelled as she threw the knife.  It stuck right where she aimed-the door-jam right by his head.
    "Dang it, woman!! Are you trying to kill me!" he shrieked as he jumped back.
    "No, if I wanted to kill you I would have missed my aim!  I'm just trying to scare the crap out of you!" she yelled.
    "Well, you're doing a good job at it!  Why don't you act mature?" he yelled back.
    "Why don't you go get someone else pregnant!" she yelled.  This arguement was more heated than Kris and Nicks.
    "Why don't you listen to me?"
    "Because I refuse to hear anymore lies!" she yelled.
    "Why don't we act like adults about this?"
    "Because adults don't tell someone they wanna marry them and then go get someone else pregnant-their ex-girlfriend no doubt!"
    "Vanessa, I don't wanna loose you!"
    "Should have thought about that before galavanting with a stripper!  And stop using words from your songs!"
    "Can't we just talk about this?!" he asked as she was almost to the door.
    "No, because then I might tell you....tell you...." she started, the tears still streaming down both their faces.
    "Tell me what?" he asked kinda quietly.
    "That I love you!" she screamed before slamming the door in his face.  She raced to her Dakota and slammed the door before collapsing into a fit of tears.  AJ stood in the middle of his living room, crying hysterically.
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    Sandi was speechless as she walked into her office.  The room was covered in white rose petals and Drew was standing in the middle with a boquet of pink roses.
    "Hey sweets," he said as he hugged her.
    "Uh, hey," she said.
    "What's wrong?"
    "Drew, I'm not ready for this.  I know we're in a relationship, but I think we're rushing things a little.  We just got out of serious relationships." she tried to explain.
    "But Sandi," he said.
    "No, Drew, I can't handle this right now!" she started crying.
    "Sandi, I don't understand you!" he said before walking out of the office.
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  Brian and Dee heard the brakes squeel and the crunching of cars just as AJ did, since their houses were only 2 blocks from each other.  All three raced out of the houses.  Dee and Brian saw the wreck first.
    "No!!" Dee screamed over and over while she cried hysterically as they raced towards the overturned red Dodge Dakota.
    "Vanessa!"  AJ screamed as he ran faster.  Brian already had 911 on his cell phone.  "Vanessa! Vanessa!" AJ screamed over and over as he pounded on the windows.  The truck was on it's roof and she was helplessly suspended in her seat, unconcious.
    "AJ, don't try to move her," Brian said.
    "I have to get her out!! I don't care what anyone says," he said as he pulled his elbow back to break a window.
    "AJ don't!  You may hurt her more than she already is," Dee said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
    "She can't die on me!" he cried.
    "She's not going to-she's a fighter," Dee tried to soothe him.  She felt just like AJ did, she wanted to lose it all, and break down, but she had to be strong for him.  "Alex, don't lose it on me.  She needs you!" as she continued to hug him in the middle of the street
    "I hurt her feelings and now I've her her physically!" he cried, "God please forgive me.  I didn't mean to!  Please don't take Vanessa away from me!" he cried as he dropped to his knees and looked to the sky.  The water that was soaking them from the busted fire hydrant, was no match for his tears.
  The ambulance and fire truck arrived quickly and they all watched as their friend was cut from her vehicle and place carefully on a stretcher.  She was still unconcious.  Brian held both Dee and AJ as all three cried.  They'd learned from the police that, apparently she lost control of the vehicle and it hit the fire hydrant and rolled 4 times.
    "It's all my fault.  It's all my fault," AJ repeated "Vanessa, hang on honey.  Don't give up baby.  I'm so sorry!" he said as he held her limp hand and escorted her gurney into the ambulance.  Brian and Dee followed quickly behind as Dee called everyone from the cell phone.