(Authors Note: I'm back! Did you guys miss me? Sorry about the long wait I've been dealing with some...issues. As always everyone's comments are greatly appreciated whether positive or negative.)

'What are you yelling about now?' I screamed

'You, every time we argue it's about you!' Dylan spat. I was literally trembling with rage.

'You know what I don't need this right now!' I said trying to contain my rage.

'Yeah walk away that's all you ever do! You know we used to have so much fun, but now it's like I don't even exist'

'What do you want me to do I'm doing the best that I can' I said wiping the tears from my eyes.

'I...I can't do this anymore' He stammered. I literally felt my heart shatter. I crumbled to the ground and sobbed. Dylan immediately ran to my side and held me.

'Look at me' he said tilting my chin up towards him. I hesitantly looked into his grey eyes. He leaned down and placed his lips on top of mine.

'Breath Matt we were just reading a script, I'm not going anywhere.' I knew Dylan was only helping me prepare for an audition, but it still hurt to hear him say those words. I told him that I didn't think that it would be wise for him to help me go over my lines, but he thought that it would help bring out a genuine emotion. I gathered myself together and started dinner.

'You know I kind of miss Tommy' Dylan said while setting the table.

'Me too' I sighed. Tommy, Dylan, Christy, and I all had enough credits to receive our diplomas so we decided to skip our senior year. Tommy got accepted into Massachusetts University of the art and decided to stay on campus while taking summer classes. Although I'm happy for him, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss him.

It turns out that the man that I saw Christy talking to in the restaurant was a photographer, and he is now the manager of her modeling career. She is currently in L.A. for a photo shoot for seventeen magazine.

After winning his boxing tournament Dylan has gotten offers from tons of recruits, but he's not chosen an offer yet. It's hard to believe that all of this has happened over the past five months. I mean hell Dylan and I aren't even 18 yet. Oops I guess I haven't updated you guys on myself yet. Well I've gotten a couple of minor roles in plays, and I've been featured in a few commercials. The play that I auditioning for is called Stolen. I am going for the role of Shawn a teenager who is involved with a married man. This will be the first role I have outside of Boston.

I set the spaghetti and garlic bread on the table, and Dylan pulls out my chair for me. I'll never get used to how well he treats me. While we are eating Dylan makes these appreciative grunting sounds.

'I'm guessing that you like it' I said.

'Mmmmm I love your balls!' He exclaims. I was caught off guard by his comment and started choking. He looks at me funny for a minute and then it dawned on him.

'Oh my gosh I didn't mean it like that! Get your mind out of the Gutter!' He exclaimed laughing. After dinner Dylan and I took a shower and headed off to bed. The next morning I was a nervous wreck. I felt Dylan's arms wrap around my waist.

'Don't worry Matt you will do fine. I believe in you.' He said. I looked up at him, smiled, and pecked him on the lips.

'Thanks I really needed that. Now hurry up and get dressed before you're late for you boxing class.' I said.

'What? I can't get a little chocolate first?' This earned him an elbow in the ribs. He gave a fake grunt of pain.

'For the last time do not compare me to chocolate. I don't compare you to vanilla.' I said chuckling.

'That would be kind of sexy. You know that you want some of this vanilla lovin' he said flexing. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

'Actually I don't really like vanilla; I'm more of a caramel person myself.' I joked and walked towards the closet. As I bent over to pick up a shirt I felt Dylan slap me hard on the ass. I let out a shriek that sounded like a puppy being stepped on by a five hundred pound fat lady dipped in cement. Dylan just laughed and headed towards the shower.

(Okay...Okay you can do this Matt). I step onto the stage a nervous wreck as I look into the eyes of three judges with my fate in their hands. After reading my lines it was time for me to sing.

"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. You get your feel to eat, but always keep that hunger. And you'll never take one single breath for granted. God forbid love ever leaves you empty handed. I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean. Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens. Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. I hope you dance, I hope you dance. Never settle for the path of least resistance, but if get the choice to sit it out or dance. Dance I hope you dance. I hope you dance! I hope you dance! Dance! I hope you DANCE!!!!"

I take in a large amount of breath after giving it all that I had. I hear the judges talk amongst themselves. 'Thank you' one of them said and started to get prepared for the next audition.

The waiting process was by far the hardest part. I hadn't expected a call for a few days, but one of the judges surprised me by coming to my door in person. I invited him in and we discussed my audition.

'Matt you did not get the part, but you one something better. I have an upcoming play called Stolen and I have the perfect character for you.'

'Um okay, where is it?'



'Yes I have spent the rest of the afternoon getting everything together for you in New York. We have found you a newly furnished place, but you have to leave next week. Do you want the job?' (Hell Yeah!).

'Yes, but I have a fiancé and he has to come as well.'

'He can come as well. I have big plans for you Matt Valentine.' He said as he left. To say that I was ecstatic is an understatement. As if on cue Dylan came bursting through the door.

'Oh my gosh I have great news!' he said picking me up and spinning me around.

'Me too' I said hugging him back. He placed me down still smiling from ear to ear.

'I did it! I made a choice and signed a contract with Boston!'



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