Song of the chapter: We Are Young - Fun.

We held hands as soon as we were a few blocks away from the club, taking every precaution not to be outed by anyone.

"Do you know exactly where we are going, Zoe? You don't live here, remember?" Mitch asked, looking around for any street signs.

"I've been around for more than half the year. I'm kinda getting used to finding my way. Should we go to Brooklyn or SoHo?"

"I just wanna eat, babe. But I've wanted to go to Brooklyn. What can we find there?"

"In my English Lit. class, there's this really cute guy I kinda have a crush on. I know he owns a food truck and he's usually in Brooklyn around this time," I answered with a cute smirk.

He crinkled his nose and raised one of his really thick eyebrows, which made him too damn irresistible.

"If he can cook, go for it! At least if he's horrible in bed he can make you those French pastry things you love so much," he said, channeling his best Min voice. "I know you'll miss us cuddled together watching a beautiful sappy movie in our pyjamas."

"I'm joking, Mitch", I laughed, stopping to face him. "You're the only guy I like, babe. Your ridiculous hair colours, your amazing eyes, your sexy legs, your adorable smile and the way you kiss me goodnight. It's Mike-ro-wave and Z-Force against the world, remember?" I ran my fingers through his hair in reassurance.

"Did you just call yourself Z-Force? Oh, babe. I really have you whipped, haven't I?" he giggled. "Now you can't protest when I call you that, okay? Gosh, I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

It was very romantic; he's different like that - he isn't the sappy romantic type but he tried really hard to make me smile every day.

We walked hand in hand for another few blocks, a light, fresh breeze cooling us down from the intense heat earlier today. "It's so beautiful out," he mused jokingly.

"Hm, the weather's been good lately. This afternoon's heatwave was quite unexpected though, I must say," I played along.

We were passing by a bunch of girls huddled by what seemed to be an ice-cream parlour when one of them, a buxom blonde with poles for legs, came up to us.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt you. Are you Mitchell Crawford?" she asked.

"I would like to believe so," answered Mitchell politely, seemingly surprised that she had spotted us.

"OMG! OMG! It is him, you guys!" she shouted at her friends. "I love you so much! You're like a sex god on legs with a killer guitar. You guys are so amazing! I'm going to all your shows here. I'm so excited. OMG! May we please have autographs? You can use my lipstick," she exclaimed in one breath, handing him an expensive looking Mac tube.

"Sure, okay." He signed their napkins quickly, making pleasant conversation and complimenting them. "It was a pleasure to meet you," he finished. However, as he was about to head off, one of the friends, a Blondie #2, yelled "Selfie!" and thrust her phone into my hand.

"Make yourself useful and take a picture of us?" she commanded.

Shocked and a little infuriated, I flashed my fakest smile and took a picture of four model types huddled around my rock star boyfriend like a low life paparazzo. "Say 'Cheese!'."

I hailed a cab immediately after, not in the mood of another run-in with his really hot fans. I hardly got jealous because I understood what came with his job; it was not always easy to have to step back and watch from the shadows.

"Mitch," I spoke up after an unusual silence settled between us. "What happened back there?"

"With those girls?" he asked innocently.

"Yes. Why didn't you just say that I was your girlfriend when that girl threw her phone at me?"

"I didn't think it was necessary. I thought we said we wanted to keep this quiet." He looked at me, unaware of my jealousy. "Remember?"

"But I felt totally invisible over there. I'm pretty sure one of those skanks was about to make out with you. I didn't like the way they clung to you."

"Aw, Zo. I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I usually hug them. I didn't, I don't, expect you to be jealous. I'm your boyfriend, not theirs," he reminded me, smiling into my eyes and squeezing my hands.

"I love you, okay? You don't have to feel insecure, Zoe. You have nothing to be jealous of or feel insecure about. I feel insecure when Cam and Lyle flirt with you every day."

"Mitchell, they flirt with everyone, yourself included," I laughed.

"But they flirt with you more, baby. Because you're Zoe," he said in a small, raspy voice.

Whenever he says my name like that, my stomach flips and I get butterflies. He smiled at me, the fluorescent light of the street lamps overhead making his eyes look electric. He leaned in and kissed me, holding my face in his hands and running circles through my hair.

Every time we kissed, he seemed to always end up kissing my neck and my chest. I would get all tingly inside and crave his body in mine; the cab driver seemed to sense where this was headed because he told us to, "Keep it in your pants!". I laughed, embarrassed as Mitch apologized to him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I just love this woman."

"Hey, don' I kno' ya? Aren' you that guy from that Australian guitar band? Mitch somethin'?

"Yes, I am," he replied, smiling in appreciation of all the recognition that night.

"My daught’r’s obsessed with ya so I guess your ride is on the house tonight," he said.

Mitch insisted we pay but the man was not going back on it. He asked Mitch to sign an autograph for her instead. "It's worth more to me anyhow," he grinned. We thanked him and made our way to the graphic food truck parked in front of a large brownstone apartment complex.

"Hey, how can I... Oh, hey Zoe," greeted Liam, the chef and owner of the truck. His sandy brown locks fell dramatically on his shoulders, beautifully framing his face and accentuating his bright green eyes.

"Hi, Liam. This is Mitchell. Mitch, Liam, my friend from school," I said, introducing the two.

"Nice to finally meet you, mate. Zoe talks about you a lot," Mitch replied, winking at me.

"Does she now?" he laughed. "Likewise, man. So what can I get you two?"

"Could we have the two specials, please? And some chilli cheese fries on the side. Thanks, Liam," I asked.

We took our orders to go and left the truck a few minutes later. "He's actually really cute, Zoe. You have a great taste in men, I see," he complimented with a smirk.

"Stop, Mitch," I said, pushing him into the sidewalk skirting the quiet street. He threw his hands up in surrender and laughed, which made him look so adorable.

"You gotta admit it's true though," he continued. "I mean, look at me."

"Mh, you're alright. I mean, I look at you all the time. Nothing special," I joked, concentrating on my gorgeous fries. "These, on the other hand, definitely special."

"You're not good to me, Zoe," he pouted. I pulled him into a kiss to lick his wounded ego, grabbing his neck and clawing my fingers into it for emphasis. Worked like a charm always, making him putty in my hands.

"So, am I sleeping over at yours tonight? Or are we going to try and sneak you into Min's undetected. You can use the fire escape to leave tomorrow morning."

Our plans had to always be made at the spur of the moment considering our current situation. This also meant we rarely woke up together, something I always looked forward to.

"I have a press thing in the morning and we have to go to Howard Stern's radio show afterwards so I have to be up really early tomorrow. Come over and we can watch something on Netflix. We haven't had a movie night in a while."

"Yeah, okay. I hope Min will be with Lyle tonight. Those two are really into each other, huh?"

"Yeah. He seems to really like her. He would love to get serious with her but she's too comfortable with herself. Does she like him?" he inquired, his demeanor all serious now. He really cared about his friends, making me appreciate him even more.

"Min? Totally, but she has a total commitment phobia. She'd never do the sleeping over and dinner date thing. She's just having fun, you know," I explained, amazed at how much I knew about Min after only eight months.

We caught a cab to the hotel where the boys were staying for the week before jetting off to LA. Fortunately, no one noticed me sneaking suspiciously into his room at midnight.