"Rise and shine!" Bobby exclaimed, barging into Bailey's bedroom with a cardboard cup holder from the Coffee Beanery in his hands. Placing the two drinks on Bailey's dresser, he looked over at her still body and let a tiny smirk appear on his face. She didn't move a bit. "BAILEY! GET YOUR ASS UP!" he yelled, watching as her body jolted under her covers.

"Fuck off." she groaned into her pillow, pulling her blanket closer to her face. "Leave me be."

"Um, I don't know if you remember, but there's a huge premiere tonight for this little thing called 'Traffic Jam'? Yeah, well, it's the most anticipated Disney movie of the year, and you're still in bed. Get up!"

"Ughhh." Bailey mumbled again. "What time is it?"

"Six thirty." he replied simply, then walked over and took a seat at the edge of her bed.

"You're sick, you know that?" she groaned, her tired eyes still shut. "Why in the world are you up so early?"

"Well first off, I had something to pick up this morning. And two, I needed to be over here early because I know it takes you like, an hour just to roll out of bed." Bobby stated. "Now get up, I brought you your favorite. -Oh, and there's someone in the living room for you."

Instantly, Bailey's eyes shot open at his last words. She then sat up in bed and snapped her head over to look at him. Her eyes were wide and her hair was all over the place. Wiping her eyes and scooting to the edge of her bed, she fixed her shorts that were riding up, pulled out the fold in her cami, then spoke.

"It's not him, is it?" she whispered, then felt like smacking the hell out of Bobby as he smiled. It was a moment before he answered, in between sips of his coffee.

"I wouldn't do that with you looking like that now, would I?" he chuckled, then exited her room. Feeling her body relax a bit from the little jolt of fear from thinking he was there at her house, she grabbed the warm cup from the holder and placed it up to her lips. Sipping on the sweet substance of her favorite White Chocolate Mocha, she trailed into the living room after slipping on her sheep-lined moccasins.

"Bobby, where is -" Bailey began, then stopped mid-sentence when she saw one of her favorite people standing in the living room. Putting down her drink and running up to her best friend, the momentum from her sprint knocked her down into the couch. "Sailor Sarah!"

"Barnacle Bailey!" she laughed in response as her arms wrapped around her. "Ok, ok. Loosen up." she chuckled, letting go of her.

"You said you couldn't make it, you faggot!" Bailey exclaimed, her eyes and smile wide of excitement.

"Dude, this is your big day! I wouldn't miss it." she replied as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Plus, Bobby thought you'd want your B-F-F with you when you got ready. Show me this amazing dress of yours!" she grinned, standing up from the couch. Bailey quickly nodded, then grabbed her drink with one hand on her friend with he other before rushing back into her bedroom.

Smirking from the doorway with his arms crossed and a pleased look on his face, Bobby nodded in satisfaction.

"I. Am. God." he chuckled to himself, then glanced down at his watch. "- And so it begins. . ."

- - - - -

"Bails, you look stunning." Sarah gasped, taking a step back as her best friend took a 360 in front of her. Her long, dark blonde hair was curled into perfect, spiral ringlets. Half of her soft locks were pulled up into a flowy, sparkling clip as the bottom spirals rested on her shoulders and back. The silky material of her orange gown clung to her curves as the halter strap lifted and hugged her chest. A tiny pair of triangle-cut diamond studs accompanied her ears as a thin, silver bracelet hung around her right wrist, Joe's silver ring on her left ring finger. Silver, strappy heels were on her feet, making her a few inches taller than her best friend who was staring at her in awe. "Seriously, babe. I don't care what you say, you are getting some tonight." she chuckled, her eyes still locked on her dress.


"Oh my God, shut up." Bailey chuckled, looking over at the full body mirror that was set up in a hotel room.

For the past 4 hours, Bailey and Sarah were held away in a hotel room near the theater where the movie was going to be shown, props to Bobby. Apparently when getting ready for premieres, your hair dresser and make-up artist are supposed to keep you captivated in a hotel room until you are fully made-up; and let's just say, those 4 hours of 'work' paid off. Without looking like a wax-figure, her make-up was done absolutely perfectly. Her eyes were outlined with a smoky, black eyeliner, kissed with a thin line of light sparkles on the top of her eyelids. Her lashes where thick and bold as a bronze shadow accompanied her eyes and cheekbones, blending in with the light orange of her dress.

"When Bobby sees you, he's going to faint." Sarah commented, winking a little as she examined her own self in the mirror. Thanks to Bailey and her way with words, she was able to score her hairdresser and make-up artist to work their magic on her as well; graciously handing over the soft pink dress they had brought for back-up incase something tragic happened to her own new gown.

"Oh wow. You're hilarious." she turned to face her. "Sweetie, Bobby's gonna faint when he sees you." she smiled as she watched a little pink appear on her cheeks. "Plus, he's not even the one I'm trying to impress tonight." Bailey trailed off, disconnecting her stare.

- - - - -

"A red carpet, for a movie premiere?" Bailey forced out a little chuckle as their limo pulled up to the entrance of the theater. Sitting in-between Sarah and Bobby in the lit up vehicle, her stomach began to knot up as she stared through the tinted window at all the people. In addition to the flashes from various, high-tech cameras, the screams from kids their age and younger, all of it could be seen and heard through the glass. Seeing all the people roped off, and all the other stars scattered around, it was highly overwhelming.

"Psh, it's not red. It's maroon." Bobby corrected with a tiny smirk.

"Oh, well my bad.." Bailey chuckled, putting her hands up in defense.

"Yeah, that's what I said." he laughed, then looked from Bailey, then to Sarah. "You guys ready?" he asked, his hand moving to the door handle. After taking a deep breath, Bailey nodded her head as Bobby pushed the door open, the screams becoming louder as the barrier was broken to the outside world.

Taking Bobby's hand, Bailey's heels clicked as they hit the concrete. Sarah stepped out after, finding her way around the side and around the crowd, making her way into the theater where she'd meet back up with them at their seats.

Within seconds, Bailey was lead onto the front of the carpet, Bobby's hand casually making it's way to the small of her back, slowly leading her down the never-ending line of screaming and flashing. The fact that so many people knew her name was insane. The paparazzi yelling for her to 'Look here!' and 'Smile big!' gave her a feeling of importance. Touching the hands of 'fans' yelling that they loved her, how she's their 'hero'. It seemed a bit odd to her, since they hadn't even seen anything yet.

Being pulled to that side by a 'Disney 365' host, Bobby and Bailey were wrapped up in a two minute questionnaire involving their movie 'Traffic Jam'. Taking briefly about the hard tasks on set, and remembering different lines, the little interview was over in no time. A smile never left her face throughout all the commotion. Her breathing was steady as her heart pumped over-time, taking in everything around her.

"No, no. This is amazing! We wouldn't change it for the world." Bailey's ears perked up as a familiar voice was heard off behind her. How she was able to hear it over all the screaming, she couldn't say, but her body began to heat up as she spun around, her eyes scanning the other people on the maroon carpet. "Yeah, we're just here supporting our good friend Bailey, and we can't wait to see the movie." Bailey watched as Kevin smiled into a camera, standing beside Nick in their tight pants and jackets.

"So where's your other brother, Joe?" the interviewer asked, shifting the mic from her mouth to Nick's who was looking a little uneasy.

"Oh, he got really sick last night. The Chinese we had for dinner messed with his stomach, so he stayed home. He's really sorry that he couldn't make it, but he sends his love out to everyone." Nick smiled into the camera, nodding into the mic.

From across the way, Bailey turned back around, putting her back towards them as her heart sunk in her chest. For the first time since she left the hotel, her smile faded as her mind blanked out. It was at that moment that she wanted to leave. She was so wrapped up in her own mind that she hadn't even realized that Bobby had lead her down the rest of the carpet. Within the next passing moment, they made their way into the gigantic theater and to their seats, Bailey falling into the velvet cushioned bottom next to Sarah.

"Well that was something, aye?" she chuckled, looking over at Bailey's expressionless face. "Hey Boo, smile! You're freaking famous now." Sarah nudged her, getting a weak chuckle out of her. "What's wrong?"

Bailey went to answer until she noticed three familiar faces make their way to their seats a few rows in front of them. She couldn't help but smile as she heard a faint, whiney voice speak as they took their seats.

"-But Mommy, what if I tall bald guy sits in front of me? I won't be able to see!" Frankie stated worriedly, his big eyes looking up at Mrs.Jonas who was smiling down on him.

"Then I'll just sit you up on your father's lap, sweetie." she laughed, then rustled his hair before he slid back into his seat.

"-Just a little amazed with everything, that's all." Bailey finally responded, looking over at Sarah and nodding her head. Somewhat convinced, she nodded, then began to glance around as other people took their seats.

Within minutes, Bailey noticed Kevin and Nick take their seats as well, next to their parents. It killed her even more to see the entire family without Joe. It was because he wasn't there that she couldn't make herself go over and say a simple 'hey' for them. She had noticed them glancing all over, looking for her, but she didn't have the heart to approach them herself. She was the reason the life of their family wasn't there with them. Sick off Chinese food? Joe didn't even like Chinese.

It wasn't too long before 'Traffic Jam' was announced. Before the movie started rolling, the entire audience was informed that there'd be a little ceremony afterwards at the hall two blocks from the theater and everyone was invited. Without blatantly stating it was an 'after party', the crowd became anxious. It was just then when the lights dimmed and the movie began rolling.

Five minutes into the movie and Bailey was cringing. Seeing herself in the big screen felt so awkward, not to mention she couldn't even remember what was even supposed to happen in the script since her mind was elsewhere. Every other minute, she'd glance down at Joe's empty seat wishing he was there, her heart breaking every time. She couldn't take it any more.

Right then, she stood up from her seat, attracting the attention of Bobby who was sitting next to her. His eyes looked up in confusion as her hands waved for him to move.

"I have to use the bathroom." she hissed, getting Bobby to move his legs. Making her way past him and out of the theater, her hand dug into her purse for her phone. Seeing that it was only 7pm, she shoved her phone back in and rushed outside. Rushing up to the only limo parked outside, she knocked quickly on the window, anticipating the man in the tux behind the wheel to roll down the window. Once he did, Bailey began rambling. "I really need to get to -"

"Get in." he stated, leaning forward so she could see he face. He was their limo driver from earlier. Looking a bit confused, Bailey began to rethink her naivety. "Bobby already told me, get in. I'll take you right now." Pausing only for a moment, she slid into the passengers seat, her mind set on what she was going to say showing up on Joe's doorstep.