"So tell me, Luci, I'm pretty sure most of these audience members are fans of yours, but who are you listening to these days? What CD is in your CD player?"

She laughed easily and comfortably, straightening in her chair as she held the microphone to her lips. He wasn't worried, she'd been taught the fine art of interviewing at the age of fifteen. "Well, these days, I listen mostly to myself recording for hours on end . . . but I enjoy a little of everything. From country, to the new alternative bands that no one has ever heard of, I pretty much like them all."

It was good she didn't really name any names. Not that it would have hurt, but sometimes it was better to not name names. But then, he and the others had taught her so much about the business he didn't doubt she knew it better than them by now. And in the end, she'd taught them so much more about life. Had they done her more harm than a favor?

The live interview went to commercial and Justin muted the TV. At that moment, he was directly disobeying so much of what she had taught him. Luci was one of his best friends, more like his little sister, and he respected her more than just about anyone he knew. He respected her for her faith, her beliefs, her innocence, and her talent. A talent that they'd all helped to coach out of her, but a talent non the less. Besides, everyone loved her because she was different. She had an obsession for Peyton Davis, but most everyone could forgive her for that. Even Justin could forgive her for that; he loved Peyton.

He thought back to the day he'd first seen Peyton, the young, skinny, blond haired and brown eyes girl. He was nineteen, she was almost eighteen. He'd been a part of Dissonance for two years, and their career had really taken off; number one songs on the Billboards all year that year. The tour they had planned was going to be fantastic!

He'd heard she was coming on tour with them as an opening act and he went to her sound check to see what the girl had. He had been stunned. Chris and Landon had never let him live that down. They swore he'd been drooling over her, but Peyton Davis had that mesmerizing quality that made you listen to her.

With a sigh, he took another drink from the bottle in his hand. He pulled a face at its bitterness but swallowed quickly and took one more drink before hitting the mute button to hear Luci's sweet voice sing one of the songs she'd been working on over the past months.

Yes, he liked it. It was a Luci song. So many song writers were catering to Luci at the moment. She was nearly as big as her idol and her best friend Peyton during that point in Peyton's career. But, Luci was also very different than Peyton. First of all, she was shy and often preferred to watch; she was never the life of the party and it wasn't where she wanted to be. Another thing that Luci had and Peyton lacked was that Luci came with the perfect sense of modesty and down to earth-ness that made people love her. She knew where her talent came from, and it sure as hell wasn't studio made.

Luci's perfect faith hadn't been touched in all her years, that is what had drawn Justin to it. What would make a fifteen year old girl not date the man of her dreams until she was sixteen? Not even a day earlier! What made a teen girl at sixteen, seventeen, and even eighteen, not give into the clothes that would show off the body she gained by day after day of personal trainers, rehearsals, and night after night of concerts? And what kind of morals would give a girl, who had men at her every disposal, the desire to only kiss the one man she was dating. And, even more than that, kiss him and nothing more.

That was why Justin loved Luci. She was so innocent and beautiful and she'd always been that way. She would be twenty-one in the coming months, and was no longer a teen star. Five years of her teens had been taken from her, and she didn't rebel as people had predicted. She had faced Hell in the face of men who stalked her, one who had nearly taken her away from them. But Luci had gotten over it, gotten through it and helped others because of it. She didn't cry because of what she may have lost. She just smiled and let everyone think of her what they might.

No rumor could stick to the girl! No one would believe it; she'd made an impression on the hearts of everyone in America. She was America's Sweetheart as no other idol had ever been. Her fans loved her because they trusted her. He shook his head and set the bottle aside, it made him sick to drink and think of Luci, as crazy as it sounded.

She'd made him believe in so much, but just days ago, all that had crashed when he realized the facade he'd been putting himself through for years. He'd lost the love of his life and really, he didn't know how or why.

His relationship with Peyton had survived the rigors of a long distance relationship and high profile publicity. It had survived when Dissonance fell apart. It had survived the lies, the pressure, the pain and the stigma of Hollywood. No one could understand why they'd lasted as long as they had. He wasn't sure even he knew what had held them together most of the time.

No wait . . .he knew what had kept them going when things seemed impossible. Luci had. Even these past few years when things had gotten hard, Luci had fought for him and Peyton and she'd been right. He and Peyton were meant for one another; but forever? Apparently not. He shrugged his knotted shoulders and turned the tv up as Luci spoke again and answered the mornings unavoidable question.

"What about the recent news about your friends, Peyton Davis and Justin James parting ways?"

Luci's smiled faded and she bit her lip, he could even see her white knuckles on the microphone she held. He knew the news was killing her. She'd worked so hard for them.

"I'm not sure what happened . . ." Luci admitted to the millions of viewers. "I love both Justin and Peyton, I wouldn't be where I am today without them and their love and support all this time. It's breaking my heart, but, I've talked to them both and it seems like it was just time . . . that's all I know."

Damn her, she always had to tell the truth. He grinned and rubbed at the stubble on his chin, he'd gotten dressed today, it was one step closer. Shaving could wait until the show was over.

Luci's answer had been accepted by the cheers of audience members. Hollywood thrived on heartache. He'd already gotten letters from girls as young as thirteen and as old as fifty-six offering him any kind of consolation they could give. It sounded like Luci's fan following was just as excited about the possibilities of single pop stars again.

". . .and what about your own romance with the other former Dissonance member?"

Luci shrugged in her little manner and smiled again, "Landon and I are still together."

Time was up for her, they were going to go into the Friday BBQ section of the show and he flipped the TV off. Before standing he picked the bottle up again from the bedside table and took another drink. That was his mistake. The front door flew open; what had happened to the top notch security he was paying for?

His slightly blurry vision, combined with the bright light outside and darkness inside made it hard for him to see who it was, but then he recognized the figure silhouetted in the door frame, and as she closed the door, he knew it was her.

"Luci? What are you doing here . . . you were just in . . ." His voice trailed off as her eyes went to the bottle in his hand and she walked toward him, hands on her hips. It took a lot to make her mad, but he knew at that moment, he'd succeeded.

"You ever hear of pre recording? The shows producers weren't mad, but I hated to disappoint the audience. I figured I could be forgiven right now for calling in one of those celebrity favors I hate celebrities using. Who knew I'd find this?"

She reached quickly for his hand and before he could react, she had the bottle in her own hand and to his utter surprise tipped to her lips. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, catching her waist to pulled her down to his level and throwing the bottle from her. It hit the wall and shattered, but he didn't care. White carpet was only a few hundred dollars. Maybe next time he'd go for something more neutral. More stain resistant.

"I could ask you the same question Justin James!" He saw it then, the tears in her eyes, but she was too mad to let them out. "I know you miss her, I know you're hurting J, but I'm not gonna lose you to that again."

He was stunned. He couldn't think of anything to say. He'd quit drinking and promised to never do it again. He had meant it. Alcohol had never done much of anything for him, but it had altered Luci's life at a very young age and when he realized how afraid it made her to see anyone drink, he had stopped. She meant that to hi; to all of them. Peyton and Landon had eventually stopped as well, and even Chris had cut back on his drinking since meeting her, and he at least made sure never to drink when he was around her.

Luci didn't say anything for a long moment, maybe hoping he would come up with some remark that could only vaguely justify what he was doing. He had none.

Finally, she spoke, "Not even Peyton sunk that far." They were harsh words, especially for Luci and then she surprised him once more in only the few minutes she'd been in his house. She slapped him, and hard. Then before he could even register, she gave him a matching one on his other cheek.

She leaned her face close to his; she was so close he could see the rage and the shimmering tears in her brown eyes. "You sobered up good enough to listen, Jus? Cause I want you to listen to me good. I rearranged important shows and interviews and took two connecting red-eye flights to get here, and you're going to man up and face this. I'm going to show myself to a room, shower, and maybe take a nap. You come find me when you're ready to talk and then to listen."

She turned on her heel, snatched up her bag by the door and headed for the stairs. He didn't dare say anything to stop her. Kujo, his faithful dog for the past year and a half had raised his head from where he had been snoozing near the couch. He whimpered once at Justin, then turned and followed Luci.

"Oh yeah sure, you're gonna leave me too and take her side," he mumbled after the chocolate lab.

Luci stood in the bathroom that connected to one of the guest rooms in Justin's Los Angeles home. She put her hands over her face and sighed heavily. To her, Justin and Peyton had always been like Peanut Butter and Jelly; meant to be together. But, she had spent the past day and a half in New York talking with Peyton and she knew that the relationship was over for good.

Nothing had happened so much, as Luci understood it, they had just both decided they weren't really going anywhere. Peyton had asked Luci to come to see Justin. She knew that though she and Justin had both agreed with the break-up, he had taken it hard. Luci been thinking and wonderying all the way here to know what to say to her friend when she saw him, but she'd never thought he would have sunk to drinking again.

It would not have hurt her so much if he hadn't promised her so long ago that he wouldn't. Luci's father had been an alcoholic, when she was just six, he had come home drunk one night and sent both her and her mother to the hospital before he had killed himself and two others in a drunk driving accident. She hadn't forgotten that day, even when she had been so very young. Because of her father she had held a lot of distrust for men in general and men who drank terrified her.

Her friends though had realized where her strong convictions of alcohol came from once she had told them the horrible stories of nights of fear. Landon, Chris and Justin had been the first men she had ever truly trusted besides her step-father.

Seeing that Justin's pain had sent him drinking again made Luci's heart ache for him; Peyton had seemed to be his whole world. She took her hands away from her face and tears left wet trails on her cheeks. She hated crying and wasn't going to right now. She was going to shower and sleep. She and Justin had lots to talk about and she wasn't sure how much time they would end up with.

Justin threw the basketball through the net once more before he decided he felt better. He hoped most of the alcohol was out of his system, he wouldn't put it put it past Luci to give him a sobriety test. He had to smile at the thought and then shook his head. What had he been thinking? He tossed the ball in a bin beside the sliding back door and went inside. He decided he'd better take a shower before he found Luci.

As he got ready, his mind went first to Peyton and then to Luci, two opposite ends of the spectrum. Peyton had grown up completely sure of herself in every way. From the time she could speak she'd started singing and he had often wondered if she ever stopped. He loved to hear her sing. Her love of music and her determination in life is what had drawn him to her at the sound check that first day he'd met her.

Luci was younger than both Justin and Peyton, she'd come into the picture two years later. Peyton's career had been at an all time high, but their relationship was at a low. It seemed like nothing they tried was helping their relationship. He couldn't speak to her without it ending up in a fight and he had never been more terrified of losing her than at that moment.

That's when Luci had come into their lives. Luci hadn't had that focused and altruistic dream to change the world. She hadn't loved the art of performing before Peyton had met her, but Luci had an ability to truly read and understand people. And not only that, she had the ability to truly love those people that so many found unworthy of love. For a reason that neither Luci's family nor friends could understand, she'd decided to focus her love on Peyton Davis. All the powers of God must have been at work in order to get Peyton and Luci at the same place at the same time.

It had taken a strange course of events, and oddly enough, a lot of alcohol, but fate had forced Peyton and Luci together in a near cosmic collision one winter day. Luci couldn't have known that she was exactly what Peyton had needed. A friend that she could truly confide in without the romantic tangles she faced with Justin, who probably knew Peyton only as well as Luci. Luci had, within just minutes of meeting Peyton, become the sister she'd never had.

Luci had only been fifteen at the time, Peyton just turned twenty, and yet many would have pegged them the opposite.

Justin had met Luci just a few weeks later, after things had dramatically improved between him and Peyton. Landon, one of his best friends and band mates had fallen for her just then too. Luci wasn't like anyone any of them had met. She wrapped them around her fingers with little effort but to only love them.

Justin had his own talent for writing songs and Luci had inspired one in him. He and Peyton had worked on it and eventually convinced her to record the song. People had assumed she'd fallen into the business because of her suddenly famous friends, but then they began to realize the talent she truly did possess. She could sing, and she could entertain, and she had an ability to make others love her. It was what had gotten her to where she was.

Justin pulled a black t-shirt over his head, and then, all cleaned up, he went downstairs. He found her, curled up in the corner of the couch, pink shirt and denim shorts with his dog resting his head in her lap. Justin pushed the dog off the couch, "Trader." he told Kujo as the dog settled at their feet.

Luci closed the book she was reading and at looked up at him, she cupped his chin and pulled his face toward her, "Breath," she commanded and he blew his breath into her face. "Minty. . ." she grinned with satisfaction. She rubbed her fingers across his smooth chin before letting go. "You clean up pretty good, Mr. James."

"When I have to," he told her with a wary grin. "I'm sorry, Luci."

"I know," she said with a nod. She leaned into him and put her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry I had to come at all. . .because of this. . ." she waved her hand around and knew he would understand.

"Me too," he admitted and he kept her close, kissing the top of her head. At that moment he felt like holding onto her was his anchor to reality. Not the reality of the past few days, but the reality he wanted, where everything was okay. Luci represented all that was okay about his life.

"Peyton told me a lot," she continued. "She was pretty broken up too."

"I still love her. . .but my heart is so broken, I don't think I can love her anymore, Luci."

Luci nodded, "I know. You and Peyton love too hard. That's your problem."

"What do you mean by that?"

Luci shrugged again, the same one she shrugged on tv. Sometimes it drove him crazy. He was never really sure what it meant. "You both are such passionate artists. . . people. You both have such deep feelings and you just both love too hard. You care so much about the other person, you smother each other, and then both need distance and then it's too hard and you just. . .I don't know."

"Love each other too much?" he suggested, still confused.

"No, you can never love each other too much. . .just, too hard."

"I'll take your word for it," He told her as he forced a grin. "We agreed that we need to get away. It's just all so hard. . .it's always been hard with Peyton."

Luci nodded, she'd seen it, but thought for so long they could actually make it. "Maybe you'll make better friends than lovers. . ."

Justin laughed, again it was forced, his next words sarcastic. "Yes, that's something people want. That's just. . .hard."

Luci pushed away from him and sat up on the edge of the couch, looking back at him. "Can I drag you to a concert with me tonight?"

"What concert?"

"It's a surprise. . .I know you don't feel like going, but sometimes you gotta do things to get feeling like you can do things again."

He scoffed. Going out wasn't what he hated. It was the fans. . .the media he hated most. Talking about Peyton and reliving it over and over again. "What will they all say? Especially seeing you with me?"

Luci shrugged, "doesn't matter. People saw me in New York with Peyton, they will see me in LA with you. They will think exactly what this is. I'm helping my two best friends get through a rough time in their lives."

"That would only work with you," he conceded, shaking his head.

"Come on," she tugged on his hand. "Call Mike and lets get going."

Mike was Justin's personal body guard and one of his closest friends. When Luci reminded him of this, something clicked in his mind and Justin looked at her strangely, "Speaking of Mike. . .where is your security, Luci Evans? You aren't traveling alone are you?"

He saw her defenses go up and knew the answer, she sighed and then her shoulders slumped, "Yes." She admitted. "I was going to wait a couple days before I told you about that little problem."

Now it was Justin's turn to be angry with her. How could she take those risks, her, of all people! She'd already suffered so much since he'd helped the others throw her into the music world. Suffered because of the crazy fans who loved her but could still hurt her.

"Luci! Do you know what could happen to you? Don't you remember Ben? All the others?"

He saw pain and then anger flash in her eyes and she stretched out her arm so he could see the faint scar. Then she lifted the hem of her shirt to reveal the scar that covered her side and stomach, the one Ben's knife had given her. "Do you think I could ever forget Ben?" She asked with the haunted look the crazy man had left her with three years earlier.

"I'm sorry," apologized Justin his thumb touching the scar on her side for just a moment before he pulled her shirt back down to protect her valued modesty and to try to cover the memory again.

"I know. . ." She sighed and looked up at him again, resting her head back on the couch and looking as exhausted as any international pop star deserved to look. "Justin, you know they've been rebuilding my security team. I've got all sorts of new guys, even my head bodyguard is a new guy. . .and he makes me so nervous. . .I just. . .have a bad feeling about him. I didn't want him here with me."

Justin frowned, he'd once vowed never to go against Luci's instincts. They were always right, but the record label wouldn't allow another crazy to get close to Luci again. He knew that much. He saw what they made people do to get close to her after the whole Ben thing. "Why do you say that? What's he like? Don't you feel safe?"

Luci shrugged again, "It's not that he's not qualified, he's huge. He has been on several other tours with other artists, and not a bad review in the bunch. . .but I just don't know. . .I can't even explain it. Oh come on Justin, lets just get your security for now and you can be mad at me tomorrow."

He gave in. She was right. She was there safe, and there wasn't anything he could do, but he still didn't understand why she would even dare travel without someone.

Mike and one other body guard accompanied them to the concert. Luci didn't have tickets, they just went backstage and the group let them in. Justin had heard of Hinder, but knew little about them. He'd been wrapped up in his own problems. The venue was small. Not a bar small, but not a big arena. Luci told him the group only had one CD, so that explained it to him.

They found a table to sit at near the edge of the stage. They were in the VIP box and people were pushing to get a look at them. All of them firing all kinds of questions at them. He saw a man around his age trying to get Luci's attention, the man even went as far as to take his shirt off and throw it at her when she ignored his attempts to get catch her eye.

Luci turned to look at him, and though they couldn't hear his exact words over the crowed, reading his lips gave them the gist of the suggestive comment. Luci took it in stride though, she just shrugged and found a marker in her bag and signed the shirt before she threw it back in his direction. Security tightened around them then and it got a little better. Justin felt like he could at least hear himself think.

"So you've heard these guys?" Justin asked as the opening act cleared the stage and they had a break in the music.

Luci nodded and stood up to stretch, "Yeah. It was actually at the Hard Rock Café in New York. Landon went to see them for his record label before they had actually signed their deal, he took me with him. It's different though, and he decided against them. I liked 'em though. . .he couldn't believe it. The music is kind of out of character for me." She added with a small grin.

Landon liked the business side of the music industry and after Dissonance, he's started his own record label. The label had taken off with his ability to see raw talent and market it into something everyone could see.

"Where is Landon?" Justin asked. He guessed Landon hadn't known Luci's plans, at least not all of them. He would have never let her travel without security, she meant way too much to him.

Luci shrugged, falling back into her chair, "Would it be too 'whiny girlfriend' to complain that I feel like he's been ignoring me?"

Justin shook his head, "You've never been a whiny girlfriend, Luci. A whiny person maybe. . ." she slugged his shoulder and he laughed and she smiled.

"He's just been really distant. Working really hard," She said as her eyes turned away from him to watch the band come out on stage. She watched them, and he watched her, he had seen the worry pucker her face when she thought of her boyfriend of four years. Landon and Luci had been through rough times. . .most of it due to Landon's insecurities about trusting Luci. He was probably the only person who had a hard time trusting Luci completely.

The loud music started and Justin jumped, he'd almost forgotten where they were. The music triggered something else, surprise. They were not a band he would picture Luci picking out, and he looked over at her again as the first song began and she was ready with the words to sing with the audience. "I have their CD," She shouted close to his ear, "I don't know why, but I love it!"

Midway through their set, a song began and she leaned close to him and he met her halfway to hear what she had to say. "This one is one of my favorite, it's called Homecoming Queen and I want to learn to play the guitar for it. It always reminds me of Peyton for some reason," she added with a wink and he laughed, listening to the words.

"And it seems to me, she's a casualty of all the pressure, that we put on her, and now we've lost her for good. . .it's such a shame, shame, shame that our homecoming queen was a lot like you and a lot like me had a lot to prove and so many to blame. . ."

Near the end of the song Luci leaned over again, "this is my verse. You'll see."

"Well I never knew, wish I could have saved you, from losers that drained you, before you got strung out. With so much potential how could you let us down?"

Justin had to laugh. Luci had saved Peyton. Even Peyton had to admit that if Luci hadn't come into her life when she did, she would be a lot worse off. They were all glad they didn't have to see what the outcome of Luci's failure to meet Peyton would have brought about.

Justin took his eyes away from the band and looked over at Luci to see her smile, singing and dancing along with the song. It wasn't her type of music. He'd have never bought her the CD. . .but she loved it. They all read her wrong constantly. She was just like that though.

The show was winding down and he noticed Luci had become agitated. The band came out amid cheers and started the encore song, she obviously knew the song but instead of singing along like she had to the others, she stood up, motioning Justin backstage with her.

It was common to go to concerts of other musicians. They let you in without question once they knew who you were. That was how he and Luci had gotten into the concert, but they needed to thank the band so they waited backstage and he listened to the song and watched Luci's frown deepen.

"I really miss your hair in my face, and the way your innocence taste's. . .and I think you should know this, you deserve much better than me. . ."

She looked up at Justin and sighed, "This song is Landon's new ringtone for me," she muttered. She read a lot into songs Landon chose to define her. Luci always read into songs, and as he listened to the chorus again and read it as she did, and could sense her frustration once again with her boyfriend of nearly four years. He made a mental note to call his friend and see if he could see what was up.

"I'm sorry," She said as she pulled him into the press and VIP area while they waited for the band. "This is about you and Peyton and I'm being selfish. . ."

Before Justin could reply, the band came backstage and they were swept up in talking to them, Luci had their guitarist teach her the main chords to her 'Peyton' song. Justin and Chris had taught her the guitar basics when she'd been on tour with Dissonance and she'd had lessons from professionals when she could fit them into her busy schedule. Justin had to smile as she caught on to the main cords quickly enough, surprising the guitarist with the talent in her small fingers.

But what made Justin really want to laugh and protect her, was the obvious advances the guitarists made toward Luci. The only thing that kept Justin from punching the guys was the realization that he probably didn't realize that her complete innocence wasn't an act and he also probably didn't know her aversion to nose rings, lip, tongue, and every other piercing the man could fit on his body. Seeing their bandmates failure to suduce Luci, the others were all friendly and flirting with her, trying to break down her hard to get act. Justin had seen it one too many times before, Luci's ignoring them was enough to make any man desperate. She wasn't just playing hard to get; she was impossible to get. And Justin shook his head once again, she hardly realized the impact she could have on her male audience.

They left the arena with Mike and the other guard bringing the car to the back door. Mike used the ride home to lecture Luci about her lack of caution for traveling without her security team and she voiced her concerns to the big teddy bear of a man who gave her the same advice Justin would have given, had he been thinking clearly the past few days.

"Luci, I've been Justin's bodyguard and saved is scrawny butt since he was fifteen years old, and you can bet he didn't like me that first year. Since then, I haven't liked being with him, but we just deal with it because it's a sad necessity in this business."

"I'll double what he's paying you!" Luci offered with a grin in Justin's direction.

"Woah, woah, woah," Justin finally broke into the conversation. "You can't just go stealing my bodyguard girl, just who do you think you are?"

She flipped her long hair around and gave him a sassy look, "Why sir," she drawled in the perfect imitation of a southern belle, "I'm Luci Evans, don't ya know? I deserve the best and I make sure I get it."

Mike and Justin both laughed and Mike hugged her to his side, "I'd be your body guard for free, Miss Luci, but Justin here made me sign another contract, so I'm stuck with him for another year."

"That's right I made you sign, you're not leaving me with some new guys who I wouldn't trust with my hair!"

"That's cause your hair is worth more than the rest of you," Luci quipped and Justin looked at her in surprise.

"Them's fightin' words, pretty little girl."

"You gonna fight with me Justin," She asked, grinning in his face and batting her eye lashes.

"Just you wait, Luci. Just you wait."

She just shook her head, not able to keep herself from smiling. "I'll be waiting for that day, Jus. I'll be waiting."

He laughed and kissed the top of her head, "I was thinking, maybe it's kind of like Isabelle, ya know?"

"What about her?" Luci asked in confusion. Isabelle was the woman the record label had hired to be her tutor when she had first signed her record deal. Luci and Isabelle hadn't really gotten along well for those first few months, but once they'd gotten to know each other, and each others style, they'd become the best of friends. In fact, it was only in the past couple months Isabelle had left Luci for the first time since she was fifteen. Once Luci had earned her diploma, she'd kept Isabelle as her assistant.

"Maybe you just have to get used to Jake, like you had to get used to Isabelle. She turned out okay, right?"

"You don't think Jake will leave me to marry Chris, do you?" she asked sarcastically.

All her luck, Isabelle had to go and fall in love with Chris and ride off into the sunset together. She really missed her sometimes.

Justin chuckled softly and shook his head, "I just don't know what to tell you Luci."

"It's okay." she told him with a small smile, "I won't worry about it when I'm with you."

Luci's phone on her bedside table started ringing and she drug herself out of sleep to answer it. "Hello?" She muttered, trying to squint at the red numbers on the digital clock on the table and focus on the voice on the other end of the line. "Landon?"

"Hey, I heard on the news you were in LA."

Luci smiled at the sound of his voice, even after the deep sleep she'd been in. "Yeah, I came to see how Justin's doing."

"I figured as much. How is he?"

Luci told him how both Peyton and Justin were doing, and told him about the concert, the songs she was working on and then sighed when he told her he had to go. "K, well I love you." She told him softly.

"Yeah, I love you too, Luci. Night."

Justin heard a knock on his door and he rolled over groggily to see Luci pushing the door open. "Hey J. . .I need to get going." She said, coming in, her bag thrown over her shoulder. "Call me if you need me, k?" She said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

He rubbed his eyes, "You're leaving already, babe?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I'm gonna have to record hardcore this month to get my cd back on track."

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Write me a song," she told him with a grin and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I'm serious though, just call me if you need me. Love ya, Jus."

"Love you too babe." He told her, and with a hug around her waist he let her go.