Angela turned over as she woke up. She kept her eyes closed as she curled closer into her warm blankets. She'd had the most awful dream that she had gotten hit by a bus and got fat…But when she opened her eyes, she'd be nice and safe on the tour bus, ready to tackle another day.

She opened her eyes and was met with Greyson's sleeping face right next to hers. She jumped a little bit and shrank back, realizing with a jolt that she was in her own room. Right. She and Greyson had fallen asleep in here last night watching Ellen. She really was chubby. It wasn't a dream at all.

Angela stood up out of bed and glowered as she glanced at herself in the mirror, but then she did a double take. She was pretty much back to normal, the way she was before the cast even came on. She glanced at the clock and saw that it had been twenty four hours since the cast was taken off, and yesterday she had been pretty active…

Huh. The doctors were right. Her mouth curled into a grin as she grabbed clothes out of her closet to dress in. She started to pull off her shirt, but then she caught sight of Greyson's sleeping face and felt a little weird. Just as a precaution, she walked over and covered his face with a blanket and then she walked back to her closet.

It was just as she was finishing pulling on a silver shiny close fitting top and a pair of skinny jeans, glad to have her body back, that Greyson stirred underneath the blankets. he pushed them off his face and sat up, looking disoriented.

"Oh, hey," he said sleepily and rubbed his eyes.

"Hi Grey. How'd you sleep?"

"Good," he stretched and then stood up. "How about you? And Glee induced nightmares?"

"Tons."

Greyson laughed, but then paused as though thinking intently.

"I'm hungry," he decided.

"Of course you are," Angela giggled. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Pancakes!"

"Mkay."

Greyson watched as she finished her makeup and then stood up to go downstairs.

"Wow, are you really going to make me some?"

She nodded, looking confused.

"Course I am, why?"

"Nothing, I'm not complaining," he said hastily. Then he grinned. "I could get used to this. I think I'll come live with you, An."

She giggled.

"Oh, I'm not doing it for nothing. It entails something."

"What?"

"You have to be my slave for life, of course."

"Those better be some good pancakes, then. Done deal."

Angela laughed as she left her room, and Greyson walked into the spare one to get dressed. Unsure of their plans for the day, he dressed conventionally in a pair of jeans and his favorite David Bowie shirt with a pair of his multicolored socks.

He started down the stairs as the sound of Angela mixing pancake batter sounded. He hummed as he caught sight of the rainy day outside, perfecting for writing a love song. The air in the house was sweet, and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

"And baby you'll be famous chase you down until you love me paparazzi," Greyson's humming turned to singing as he walked into the kitchen.

"Wow, what did I do to deserve the private performance?" Angela giggled as she mixed the batter and slapped a spoonful onto a sizzling pan and it hissed.

"I'm just really happy to be here," he smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Well, I'm glad you came."

"The universe will never be the same, I'm glad you came," Greyson sang some more and Angela rolled her eyes.

"Uh-oh, here we go again."

It was a well-known fact that Greyson sang when he was happy- a lot.

"Here we go go go again! Whoa, here we g-"

Angela shoved a piece of bacon she was taking off the pan into his mouth to silence him.

"Ow, hot!"

She watched as he ate it anyway, and giggled.

"I love having you here everything is so much more fun."

"Right, star entertainer here," Greyson chuckled. "So what are we going to do today?"

"Whatever you want. Shopping or to a movie or-"

"Shopping," he cut in. "We can go to the shoe store and the record store and then out to lunch and then after we'll go to all the stores you want and I'll complain but make you laugh."

"I dunno, Cody might be upset if we go look for shoes without him."

"He can come, obviously."

"He's recording all day…"

"Oh," Greyson looked disappointed. "Well text him and let him know. See if he can get out for lunch or something."

"Kay," Angela grabbed her phone off the counter and Greyson shut the finished pancakes off, and then put them on a plate. The door bell rang.

"You'll get it," Greyson said through a mouthful of pancake, and Angela laughed.

"Course I will. If you do someone will call my dad and tell them our fridge is being robbed by a pancake loving robber."

She walked to the door and pulled it open.

"Hel-"

Nobody was there, but there was an envelope sitting on the stoop. Angela reached down and picked it up and saw it was labeled with her name by unfamiliar neat, slanted writing. She looked out into the rain but saw nobody there, and the driveway was empty. Frowning, she closed it just as a rumble of thunder sounded and she went back to the dining room where Greyson was sitting alone and looking down into the plate of pancakes like he was in love.

"Who was it?" he didn't even look up.

"I don't know," Angela frowned. "All that was there was this envelope."

"Oh, weird."

She sat down beside him and pulled open the envelope.

"Whadositsay?"

"Huh?"

Greyson swallowed.

"What does it say?"

Angela was silent as she read, and Greyson studied her face. her brows creased more and more as she found her way to the bottom of the page and then she opened her mouth.

"Oh my God."

"What is it?" Greyson peered over her shoulder.

"It's-I-How could-"

He sighed and took the envelope from her hands, which had started to shake. He read aloud.

"Angela Megel. Leave Greyson and Cody alone if you know what's good for you. I'll be watching you."

Greyson flipped the page and bit his bottom lip as he flipped through the pictures that had been in the envelope.

"Oh…My…God." Angela repeated as she looked at them too.

The first was of only last night, taken through the dark bushes outside her house. It depicted Greyson slipping in through the door, Angela with her arms crossed and Cody looking hopeful for her forgiveness.

Someone else had been there last night.

The next one was taken in the parking lot of TGI Friday's in the setting sun from behind a row of parked cars. It showed Angela laughing aloud as Cody closed the limo door on Greyson.

There was one of Angela hugging Greyson at the airport, taken in the shadows of one family's giant suitcases.

Of her and Cody walking out of her house, taken from out back near the pool.

Through the window of her own house, Mr. Megel and Cody talking as Angela and Cody held hands.

Angela felt herself go cold. She looked at Greyson with wide, terrified eyes. he looked just as scared.

"Angela, I think you're being stalked," he said in a scratchy whisper.

"What if they're watching us right now?"

She glanced again at the viewpoints of the pictures. Bushes, shadows, through her very own window for God's sake. Someone was very close, and very silent, and very, very dangerous.

Another crack of lightning sounded and Angela jumped. Greyson pulled her into his arms, mostly to comfort her but also to comfort himself. They were both silent as another angry whip of lightning lit up through the window and thunder shook the house.

The front door opened and then closed.

Angela tensed up in Greyson's arms and looked at him with fear in her eyes.

"Who is that?" he asked in a whisper. "Your dad?"

"My dad left for work three hours ago," Angela hissed back. The footsteps moved closer to the living room, and Angela screamed.

Note: Sorry for the late update but my schedule was all screwed up because of something that wasn't my fault. Review for a quick update! 143!