Chapter 1

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Standing near the back door of the theatre after the show, Chloe heard the sudden roar of a group of girls to her right. Out of curiosity, she decided to get closer to catch a better look of what was going on. The crowd was growing bigger by the second but, since she was taller than most of the girls around her, she could see what the turmoil was all about: Sam and Danny were signing autographs before getting on the tour bus. Actually, if she had heard correctly, Josh and Jake were also somewhere in that flood of fans.

As she laughed softly at the thought of the twins trying not to get lost down there, it hit her that everyone around was waving CDs and posters for the guys to sign. She, on the other hand, had nothing but a beer in her hand. Not stopping to think about it, she chugged her beer down and started waving the plastic cup in the air as she tried to get as close as possible to Sam.

Just when she had lost sight of him and also all hope of getting an autograph, she heard his voice coming from a few feet away and followed it until her eyes met the bright and smooth skin of his forehead.

"A Solo cup? Really?" Sam looked up and scanned the group of people in front of him trying to find its owner.

Chloe shouldered her way past a few girls who didn't seem happy about it. "I'm recycling, man. Thank me later."

"I definitely will." Showing off his perfect teeth, he took the cup from her hand, scribbled something down and gave it back. "Nice lipstick by the way," he said pointing his sharpie to the shape of her lips on the rim before winking an eye at her and going back to signing normal stuff.

Chloe was speechless. What the hell? Had Sam fucking Kiszka just winked at her? No way. She must have been out of her mind. She tried to get away from the mass of people but it wasn't until a few minutes later, when they got on the bus and drove away, that the crowd dissipated and she could walk her way back to the meeting point.

With her back against the wall, she raised the cup to take a look at what Sam had written on it, which was, surprisingly, not an autograph but a phone number. His phone number.

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