"nick!"

"what?"

"phone!!"

nick dug through the mess of stuff on his bed and came up with his phone,"i got it aaron!" he turned on the phone,"yeah?"

"is this nick carter?"

nick rolled his eyes,"yes."

"THE nick carter?!"

nick bit his tongue to keep from laughing,"the very one!"

"OMG!!! aj im talking to nick carter!! omg!! omg!!"

nick busted up laughing,"shut up frick."

brian laughed,"sorry. anyways what are you doing? wanna come with me and aj to the movies?"

nick sighed,"cant."

"why not?"

"remember that big house down by the water...the one i bought?"

"um...yeah...i was with you..."

nick rolled his eyes,"yeah well emma and i plan to start moving in there tomorrow so im trying to pack up all my stuff."

"oh...well you want help?"

"from you two? no thanks."

brian gasped in mock shock and aj rolled his eyes,"well then! see if i ever offer my services to you again!"

nick laughed,"good bye brian."

"bye."

nick hung up the phone and went back to pulling things out of the closet. he heard the phone ring but ignored it and kept working.

"nick! phone again!"

nick sighed,"take a message and ill call them back!"

"its emma though."

"oh okay," he said. he picked up the phone again,"hello?"

"hey poohbear..whats up?"

nick smiled,"nothing. just trying to get things packed up so we can move into the house tomorrow." he looked around his room. it looked like every possible place he could have been hiding stuff and exploded and shot its contents around the room. "at this rate i wont get any sleep tonight."

"you want me to come and help? im all done."

nick raised an eyebrow,"what...the princess is already done cleaning? thats a shocker."

emma laughed,"yeah...well when youve got amanda breathing down your neck to 'hurry up and clean up your crap' you tend to move a little faster. and faye wasnt much help, she just laughed."

nick laughed,"aw im sorry."

"so should i come over then?"

he sighed,"probably not. i wont get much done if your here. we'll probably just end up making out somewhere. not that that would be a bad thing but my entire family is home."

she laughed,"okay, well call me when your done or something k?"

"yeah i will. love you."

"love you too. bye," she said and hung up the phone.

nick hung up the phone and went back to cleaning. a few minutes later he heard the door open but didnt take his head out of the closet. "what aaron? if its the phone again and its not emma take a message."

"no. no phone call. i just came to see if you needed any help..."

he glanced over his shoulder at aaron,"why...its work..."

aaron sighed and sat on what little space he could find on the bed,"okay thats not it."

nick came over and sat next to him,"whats wrong airboy?"

he sighed again,"your leaving."

"yeah but ill still be in the same city. just in a different house. how about emma and i give you your own room in the house so you can come over as much as you want?"

aarons face lit up,"really? you mean that?"

nick smiled and nodded. "wow! thanks nick!" he gave his brother a hug.

nick laughed,"no problem...now...you still want to help?"

aaron scrunched up his face like he was gonna say no, heaved a big sigh, then finally said,"oh alright."

nick laughed and handed him a box,"just put the books and video games and stuff like that in there."

aaron nodded and sat on the floor and began putting stuff in the box. they had both been working quietly for about 10 minutes when aaron said,"hey nick, whats this?"

"whats what?" nick asked not turning around.

"this notebook thing."

nick turned around and saw aaron holding a small notebook,"i dunno. let me see."

aaron handed him the notebook and he flipped to the first page. he read the first sentence,"whoa...i thought i had lost this...."

"...what is it..?"

"huh? oh my jou...omg this is perfect!"

aaron jumped slightly and looked at his brother like he was crazy,"perfect for what...."

"emmas engagement gift. i want to give her something special other than just an engagement ring and this would so be perfect!"

"your gonna propose to emma?!"

but nick didnt hear him. he was too busy reading his journal. the journal he had started writing two years before when they had just started to become famous.