Hey, I’m Bridget Angel and you may think you know me because you read a few articles in People or some other stupid magazine about my brother, Zach. I’m getting a little tired of people making assumptions about things, so I figured it may be time for me to tell our story in our own words. Well, okay, in my own words because Zach probably couldn’t put two sentences together – ha ha!

Yes, when I say Zach, I really do mean the Zach Angel – mega star singer from the world famous Double Shot. He’s my older brother who sometimes forgets that he’s not my father, or even the boss of me, but as far as older brothers go, he’s definitely the best. Although, he’s also just a pain in the ass when he wants to be, which, I guess, is what being a brother is all about. That, and making sure the guys I date are decent, and seeing as I’m dating his best friend, you’d think he kind of has to think the guy I’m dating is decent. I think he thinks Trevor is okay, but let’s face it, if the Pope looked at me sideways Zach would freak. He can be a little over protective, but I guess he means well.

Oh, and to end the speculation, when he attempts that rap at the end of ‘Sweet’ (note I said attempt) I am the ‘B’ he refers to in the ‘B to the Z’ line. When we were little, if I wanted to talk to him in ‘code’ I’d call myself ‘B’ and he was ‘Z’ and I thought no one would know who I was referring to. Yeah, remember that I was six when I thought it was code, okay? Now, its just shorthand and I was pretty flattered when I heard that line. So, no, ‘B’ is not some girlfriend tucked away somewhere, and it’s not code for some ‘baby’ he’s hiding. It’s just for his baby sister.

“Bridge?” Trevor stuck his head in the door and grinned easily as she sat staring at the computer screen. She still wore her glasses and her thick black hair was tucked and tugged into a bunch at the back of her head. It wasn’t a bun, not quite a ponytail – just a lot of curls and tangles sticking out and around. She wore his olive green, long sleeved tee shirt – the one that had a hole in the hem of the sleeves and she would stick her thumbs through them when she was cold to keep the sleeves down – and a pair of pink cotton plaid pj bottoms. Of course, she wore bunny slippers, but not just any bunny slippers, these were copies from the Maxine cartoon. Hair a mess, nothing she wore matched, and yet as she continued to type and ignore him, he couldn’t stop thinking how incredibly cute she was. “What’re you doing in here this long?”

“Taking you up on your advice,” she answered without looking away from the screen, still typing. He didn’t understand that either; how did she manage to type something completely different from what she was saying?

“Which advice?”

“I’m making a blog,” she said, her fingers slowing to a stop. “Telling my side.”

“Get out, you are not!” He came into the room and looked over her shoulder, kissing her cheek briefly.

She pulled away and rubbed the spot. “Dude, shave much?” she teased, turning her head to kiss him quickly. “What have you been doing all that time?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Never mind. Don’t want to know the details. What do you think? Kinda boring, isn’t it? They’ll take one look at this and be all—damn, Zach’s her brother and she’s dating Trevor Wilson and she’s boring as all hell!”

“It takes practice, and you’re not boring as all hell.” He kissed her again and stood upright. “I’d know if you were and I wouldn’t be sleeping with you if you were.”

“Yes you would!” she laughed. “You wouldn’t be dating me, but you’d definitely slept with me.” She swiveled the chair and wrapped her legs around his, hooking her arms around his waist and resting her head against his belly. “But I’m glad you are dating me, ‘cause I kinda maybe like you a little.”

He ran his hand down her back briefly and leaned over to kiss the mess of hair. “Good. I kinda maybe like you a little, too. But I do have to go shower and be at the studio in ½ an hour so—”

“You’re so going to be late,” she giggled, still holding onto him. “This part of your belly, right here?” She pulled her head back and lifted his tee shirt. “This part really wants me to—“

“No, it doesn’t—well, yeah, it does—but no, I mean…”

She kissed his belly and released him with an exaggerated sigh. “Go. I suppose I can amuse myself somehow. And tell Zach to call me about the car insurance!” she called after him in the bathroom.

I really have no idea how any of this works, so I’m just going to jump in and pretend you all have a clue about what I’m talking about….

Anyway! Trevor’s in the shower and is going to be late for the band meeting he has in ½ an hour. I swear he can be worse than a girl when he’s getting ready! When we move in together, we’re going to need separate bathrooms because we each have too much product and crap to share! He’s a mirror whore and sculpting the goatee/beard/sideburns when he’s in the mood can take ½ a day. He’ll admit it too, if you ask him.

I suppose – Hang on, that’s my phone. Zachary, to be exact. For those of you that don’t know, every time he calls me, he starts his phone conversations with ‘Hey, it’s me, Zach.’ Ya think, I can’t read that the screen says ‘Big Z?’ (Because, yes, that’s what he programmed it to read.) Even still, think I wouldn’t recognize the number? But no, every call starts ‘Hey, it’s me, Zach.’

Now he’s asking if I’m really paying attention to what he’s telling me. Won’t he be pissed off when he reads this to know that I was typing? Yes, I’ll go get the dry cleaning so you can wear your blue shirt to the party tomorrow. Yes, I’ll get the creamer for the coffee (French Vanilla for those of you wanting to stock up). Do you think he’ll get me the car insurance information I need so I can chase them around via voicemail and get his car insurance taken care of? I’ve only been asking for a week now, but he’ll remember to nag me about the coffee creamer! Not MY Mercedes they’ll tow, Dude.

So, there you have it, the exotic and exciting life we lead. Aren’t you glad you stopped by to read?

“Hey, Babe? Can you do me a favor today and pick up some of those sinus thingies?” Trevor’s hair dripped, darkening the tee shirt around his neck and he walked around the room putting his jewelry on, black rubber bangles, silver bracelet, some skull rings. He paused in front of the mirror, reached for his wallet, shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans, still checking his hair in the mirror.

“Still stuffy?” she asked, hugging her knees to her chest. Sometimes when she looked at him she could barely stand the feeling in her chest. She loved him so much and it would catch her off guard that he was really her boyfriend. It still never quite felt real, like she was living some show on TV, and she wondered what Zach really thought about it. It had to be weird to have your little sister sleep with your best friend. Especially if you’d known each other for twelve years and had virtually grown up together.

She barely remembered when they started, mainly because she was 8 years old and really didn’t care. She was still playing Barbies in the yard and left with the neighbors when their mother would take Zach to his auditions.

He started in Legacy, a boyband, doing dance routines and singing to tracks. Trevor and Zach were the first to join and the first to become real friends. They were barely teenagers when they met, went through their voices changing, and starting to shave. They got drunk for the first time together, tried cigarettes – and they turned to each other when things got tough, watched each others’ backs, and kept each other in line.

Their interest in playing instruments grew and soon, they were pulling out the instruments for one or two songs to show that they could play. It only took three years for them to quit in order to form Double Shot, a regular band, taking turns singing lead, both playing guitar.

It was the best decision they ever made. Within a year, they were international pop stars. Critics stopped hassling them as much, it was suddenly okay be a guy and like them, their fan base exploded, and they remained poster boys for teenage girls. Now, during their shows, they’ll do a few of the old routines just for nostalgia.

With little else to do being on the road, bored, Trevor liked his drugs and alcohol, That was the only time Trevor and Zach couldn’t stand being on the same bus, much less in the same hotel room. He pulled away, attempting to ignore the downward spiral by making friends with the touring band and doing anything he could to stay away from him. Unfortunately, that meant he left Bridget alone in her room, thinking she was sleeping, or doing homework, or with her minders.

The reality was, Bridget found she liked her drugs and alcohol almost as much as Trevor did, sneaking a few lines, smoking joints, or doing a few shots. She was sure Zach blamed Trevor for introducing his baby sister to them, and for doing things with him that she probably wasn’t old enough to do legally, but being with Trevor at that point had nothing to do with any actual emotion. Then, it was simply convenience and having a high in common.

Now it was all emotion. More raw emotion that sometimes, she couldn’t stand the actual feeling of them and ached for it to stop so she could catch her breath. If this wasn’t what love was, she was certain that if she found it, it would kill her on the spot.

“Was that Zach on the phone? Do I still need to have him call you about the insurance?” He kissed her good-bye and started out of the room.

“Yes, because he’ll forget what I asked him. Call me later! Love you!” She called after him.

His head peeked around the corner and he smiled. “Love you, too, Babe.” With a quick wink, he disappeared and she turned back to the computer screen.

But then there are moments in your life when you think this can’t really be my life, either. Sometimes, I’m a little scared that if I get too happy, someone is going to come and take it all away from me again and really, that would just suck. I don’t have many people left for them to take from me. But that’s sad and depressing and I’m in much too good of a mood to be sad and depressing. Trevor just told me he loved me. How can you be sad and depressed after that?