I'm A One Man Show. I Don't Need No One.

Kevin: You know that you're seeing me tomorrow, right?
Dillon: No. Where? I have a concert, are you coming?
Kevin: No. I'm playing guitar.
Dillon: ... I already have a guitarist.
Kevin: Not for you! For Aly!
Dillon: Aww! Wait... This concert's going to be like... 5 hours long. You and Aly, Kelsey, Nick, Joe the jerk, and me... Wow.
Kevin: Whatever... Anyways, I gotta go. I just thought I'd tell you that.
Dillon: Gonna look at your barbie porn?
Kevin: Same old Dillon.
Dillon: Yeah yeah. Bye/
Kevin: Bye.

I hung up, and set my phone on the couch. Joe glared at me.

"I'm a jerk?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, you are." I mumbled, standing up. I walked over to the movies, and picked out Camp Rock. Lame, I know. Joe rolled his eyes.

"Your lame." He muttered. I giggled.

"Stay out of my head Jonas." I said, playing the movie. I backed up, and sat down. I ended up on Joe's lap. He pushed me off. I landed beside him, not really caring.

"I hope you don't chase away the fans with your singing." He said to himself. I slapped his leg.

"Shut up. I hope you don't scare them with your face." I shot back. He chuckled.

"The ladies love this face." He said. I skipped ahead a little, not caring about the opening credits.

"The men love this chest." I muttered, not paying attention to my words.

"Mm, I have to agree with them there I guess." He whispered. I punched his arm. He whined.

"Pervert." I laughed while pulling my shirt up more. I pulled my knees to my chest, and hugged them.

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"Hmm..." I sighed, tapping my pencil on the pad of paper. I mumbled a few words from different songs.

"Just take my hand tonight... We can run so far. We'll leave tonight." I sang a few different words to different songs. I groaned, and crumbled the paper. I tossed it.

"Watch it. I'm not a garbage." Joe muttered. I smirked.

"You dress like one." I kidded. He glared again. I sighed.

"Stop glaring! We're on the road for a long time, and there's no point in fighting, right?" I asked. He mumbled a few profanities.

"You started it." He mumbled. I looked at him.

"How?" I asked. He paused, then shrugged.

"... I dunno." He said. I shook my head, and looked back at my paper.