I just happened to noticed that Disneyland Or Bust makes DOB. Hahah... Date of birth. Anyway, here's chapter 2.

Chapter 2

The room I was staying in was a pretty big room, and there was a room connected to it. I stayed in the room with Cam and Derrick, while Trevor and Theodore stayed in the connecting room with Josh Hotz.

Now they were all in the room I was staying in, and all had bags of potato chips and cans of unopened soda sitting in front of them.

"Well?" asked Cam. I sighed and opened my Mountain Dew. It fizzed, but instead of spilling over, it just kept right on fizzing. I took a sip before setting it down. Then I opened the bag of barbecue Lay's sitting in front of Derrick. I was stalling, and all of them knew it.

"Come on!" exclaimed Derrick before opening his Coca-Cola. Unlike my soda, it squirted out, just as if someone had shaken it. And someone had. I had seen Josh shake all of the cans except his while we were sneaking potato chip bags from the kitchen 10 floors below.

"Aggh!" shouted Trevor. The soda had spilled in his lap because he was sitting next to Derick.

Cam hurried over with bath towels from the huge bathroom each of the bedrooms had. "Hurry! Dab at your pants with these, and mop up the rest on the carpet!"

After cleaning up, I sneered at Cam. "What, your girlfriend giving you cleaning lessons instead of kissing you?"

I saw him blush incredibly and I immediately regretted saying what I did. The other guys began pestering Cam.

"Hah! That was good Johnathon! Yeah, Cam! I've never even seen you so much as hold her hand! What are you, afraid of your girlfriend?" This was Josh. I'm guessing he was still jealous over the fact that although he had kissed Claire, but Cam was her boyfriend.

I punched Josh lightly before nodding at Derrick.

"Have you kissed Massie yet? I mean, besides the thing that happened at camp," I asked.

He blushed the shame shade of red as Cam before stuffing his face full of chips.

"I'm guessing not," I smirked. Trevor laughed and nudged his brother, causing a glare. Theodore was the quiet, studious one, while Trevor was a very sporty, loud one.

"Well, at least I didn't go kiss the big one!" retorted Derrick. I fumed at the thought of calling Dylan 'big', but I decided I would get him later.

"Shut up," I mumbled. "Or do you want me to tell the whole world that you still sleep with a blanky?"

Derrick glared at me furiously but just continued on stuffing his face full of chips. I smirked again and took a sip of Mountain Dew.

Theodore peered at me curiously. "Are you going to tell us why you picked Dylan over Alicia or Kristin?" Everyone stared at him. He usually didn't talk, except for when a teacher or his mom asked him something.

"Well... I think she's pretty," I stammered. Cam smiled at me mischieviously before reaching into a bag of Dorito's.

Trevor laughed and bolted toward the door. "I'm going to tell the girls!" he yelled over his shoulder. I looked up with wide eyes and sprinted toward him. Too late. He was already out of the door.

I saw Derrick stand up and follow. Cam and Theodore just shrugged and continued snacking on chips and soda.

Knock-knock!

Trevor was standing at the girls' door excitedly. The door was opened by Claire.

"Hey, Trevor!" She opened the door fully and we could see the girls sitting in a circle, one spot vacated. Kristin bounded toward Trevor.

"Hi!" She waved frantically, but he was just staring at Alicia.

"Nice jammies, Alicia!"

Alicia blushed and crossed her arms, covering her boobs. Most probably a habit.

Kristin looked miffed, so she went back to the circle of girls. Except this time, all the girls were over talking to a boy. Claire had went over to the boys room to talk to Cam, Massie with 'Derrington', Alicia was talking with Trevor, and Dylan was walking with me back to the boy's room.

"So... Um..." I wasn't as good as Derrington or Cam with talking to girls.

Dylan broke the silence. "Do you like brownies?"

My face lit up. "Of course! I think brownies are the most important part of the food groups!"

She giggled. "I never thought of it that way... Besides, most guys don't like fat girls."

I turned to her. "You're not fat," I said in a surprised tone. When I said this, her face lit up.

I looked at the passing golden room numbers. ' 711, our room.' I opened the door to reveal Cam and Claire, their lips locked.

"Ugh! Is that what you like to do in your spare time with Cam?" I heard Dylan exclaim. I chuckled and strode over to where the happy, but surprised, couple were sitting together.

"Do you mind if I eat some chips without you two kissing in front of me?" I grabbed the bag of chips before collapsing on the bed I had claimed. They blushed even more and Claire slid off of Cam's lap.

Dylan sat down next to me and reached into the potato chip bag. Munching on a chip, she said, "Cuh-laire! Do you still have Massie's Cotton Candy flavored lip gloss?"

After Claire shook her head to her, she plucked a gummy worm from the baggy sitting next to them. She held it over Cam's head until he tilted his head back. She dropped it into his open mouth. I made a face and Dylan laughed.

"So what are you guys doing back so soon?" asked Cam, his mouth full of gummy worm.

I shrugged and reached back into the potato chip bag. Dylan's hand brushed mine. I blushed and quickly pulled out a chip.

"We didn't feel like watching Derrington and Massie make goo goo eyes at each other. But look what we get when we come here!" I replied.

Cam rolled his eyes and stood up. "Anyone up for cable T.V.?"

Everyone nodded and resumed eating the chips, andtaking sips from the soda's occasionally.

"Hmm... There's nothing good on... Holy cow! It's already 11!"

I jumped up and grabbed Dylan's hand and practically dragged her out of the room.

"If we get caught, we'll be in so much trouble!" I exclaimed.

I stopped, seeing as Dylan was staring straight ahead.

"Too late," she yelped. I looked where she was gazing and saw the principal of OCD.

"Oh no," I muttered before dragging Dylan the other way. "I'm serious, if we get caught, we're dead meat!"

She yelped again before clutching onto my arm even harder than before. I dragged her room's door.

"You're lucky we didn't get caught, Dylan," I whispered. She gazed at me, her green eyes sparkling.

"Johnathon... I... Thank you."

She turned and closed the door lightly before I could reply.

"Thank you for what?"