~Week Later  round 3 starts

~Kenny

Nothing really change between Dean and I. I felt more comfortable around him. I told my mom what happen. She was pissed about that. I don't blame her either. I'm just glad I don't have to deal with that anymore. I looked at Dean who look like he's writing a new song.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked him, taking a seat next to him.

"Writing a new song," Dean said, looking up from the paper.

"Really? What do you got so far," I asked.

"Well mostly the melody. No words yet," he confess.

"Ahh, I see," I smiled, getting up and walking back into the kitchen area. I grabbed something to drink and walked back to the lounge area.

"Okay boys. Once we get there, you both have an interview," Miss Jackson said.

"Wait! WHAT?" I asked, spitting out my drink.

"Yes, Kenny, you too," She smiled.

"But why me?" I asked, still completely shocked.

"Well, they want to know what it's like to trivial with Dean West," Miss Jackson, waved her hand.

"Great," I mumbled.  We arrived in the city I looked around seeing skyscrapers all around. I followed them into a building. I looked around the building seeing how beautiful it is, "Wow, this is beautiful," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dean said. I looked back at him seeing the light hit him perfectly.

"Mon ange," I whispered. Dean turned to face me. He looked confused.

"What?" Dean asked. I shook my head, "Okay, hurry up or we'll be late."

"Right,"  I smiled, jogging up to them. Miss Jackson walked closer to me and smiled.

"Did you call Dean ' My Angel'," She said, using air quotes.

"Maybe but don't tell him that," I mumbled, trying hide my blushing face.

"You did fall in love with Dean. This is a first time, Dean putting his heart on line for someone," Miss Jackson said, smiling, "I'm just so proud of him. I'm thanking you for changing him."

"No need to thank me. Dean change my view on pop stars. In a way, we changed each other," I smiled, looking at Dean.

"Yeah. You are right about that," she smiled. I nodded. We walked into the dressing room and got make- up on. I looked around for the place. I heard the girls are giggling.

"So, you are traveling with Dean West, huh?" one of them asked.  I nodded.

"What's it like?" the other one asked. I shrugged. They seemed upset about me not talking.

"Kenny, let's go," I heard Dean voice.

"I'm coming," I yelled out to him. The girls seem shocked. I waved bye to them and walked out with Dean.

"Had fun with the make-up people?" He asked.

"No, they asked to many questions," I sighed.

"Yeah, they do that," Dean said. He sounds tired.

"Dean are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, just hate interviews," he mumbled.

"I know you do," I sighed. We walked out to the interview area but it was more like a talk show then an private interview. I should of know by the make-up. I tugged at Dean shirt before we went on stage.

"Kenny, are you okay?" Dean asked.

"I didn't know it was a talk show interview," I said, getting really nervous.

"Yeah. Hey calm down. Kenny it's going to okay. I'm going to sit right next to you," he said softly. I nodded. We waited for our signal to go on stage. I looked at Dean. Dean glance down at me.

"That your sign," The guy said, pushing Dean out. I wanted to go out there but can't. It's not my turn. I waited for what feels like forever. The guy pushed me out when they started to talk about me.

"So, this is the famous Kenny," The host said. I smiled and waved, "Awwwee, isn't he such a cutie?" He asked the crowd. I felt embarrass.

"Awe, Look James. You just made him blush," Dean cooed. I lightly punched his arm, "But yeah. He is cute."

"Shut it," I mumbled.

"Well, that's aside. Kenny, what is it like to travel with Dean and be honest?" James asked.

"Well, at first I hated the guy," I said.

"Really? Why?" James asked.

"Well not really him more of I hate pop stars and his bus driver almost killed the first time we met," I said, laughing at that. So, did everyone else.

"But how about now?" James asked.

"I don't hate, Dean. Dean became my friend after he help me with some personal problems," I said, remembering the night on the roof top after his first concert.

"What kind of problem?" James asked, leaning forward.

"Anxiety," Dean jumped in.

"Really? So, big crowds like this scares you a bit don't they?" James smiled.

"Well... just a tad bit. When I was younger I would pass out but not now. I grown use to the crowd. I guess," I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck. I heard more awe's.

"So, you and Dean seems very close. Don't they people," James asked. We I heard all kind of yes's. I felt Dean hand on my back.

"I think you two would make a cute couple," James said. I looked at Dean.

"Kenny, some of Dean's fan are wondering, if you are taken?" James asked, looking at me. I looked at Dean.

"Well... um... I already like someone and they like me. We are trying to figure out where we stand," I said, trying not to give it away.

"Dean, do you know who he likes?" James asked, looking at Dean now.

"I might have a clue," Dean smiled seductively.

"Well, that's all the questions that we have thank you both for coming out here today," James said, continued to say his ending lines. The camera turned off and we left the stage area. I looked at Dean.

"Dean and Kenny, hold up for a minute," James said, catching his breath.

"Yeah," Dean and I said at the same time.

"Are you two together?" He asked.

"James, We don't know yet," Dean said.

"Really? because it seems like you two got something going on," James questioned.

"Well... We haven't figure out what we are yet," I said.

"Well, if you do decided and want to tell the public. Come to me first," James suggested. Dean and I nodded and walked out of the building.

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