Enjoy!

"The Roosevelt Hotel, please," Caitlyn told the cab driver.

"I'm so excited," Mitchie whispered, zoning out the sounds of the cars and bustle around the taxi.

"Me too!" Caitlyn leaned across Mitchie to look out the window and her heart skipped a beat; Nate was in this very city, roaming through the very streets that Caitlyn's sneakers were about to touch! "Do I have anything in my teeth? On my face?"

Mitchie examined her, "Nope. You're good. Me?"

"Excelente!"

"Gah," Mitchie said in admiration looking out the window. "This place is huge!"

Something across the street and to the right caught Caitlyn's attention - flashbulbs following a group of people; a large African American man, a couple of women and three guys, following one's lead. Her heart stopped and the butterflies started again; could it be? The cab buzzed by too fast for her to tell.

"Look at that," Mitchie said, pointing. "I wonder who it is?!"

"No," Caitlyn shook her head, trying to calm herself down. Their plane had touched down early, "It's too early for them to be out and about, especially in public."

"What?" Mitchie asked, dragging her attention away from the window.

"Nothing, never mind."

Meanwhile...

Nate chuckled as he fingered a blonde men's wig.

"Dude, how do I look?" Shane asked. When Nate turned, he couldn't help but laughed; in a black curly afro, Shane looked ridiculous. Paired with a pair of blue aviators didn't help his cause.

"Put it back." Nate insisted, grabbing it off his head and sticking it on back on the shelf. The boys were in Jacqueline's Wigs, trying to figure out disguises so they could have a day off, just walking around.

"What about this?" Shane asked again, in a faux handlebar moustache.

"That's a good look for you," Jason told him seriously.

Finally they picked out a couple of disguises; Jason had a brown wig with frosted tips and aviators, Shane had a curly black wig and glue on five o'clock shadow, while Nate had picked a simple long, brown wig with aviators.

"You look like a stoner," Shane told Nate once they were safely out the back door.

"...So I look like you?"

"I resent that!"

"So, what do you guys want to do now that we're free and nobody knows who we are?" Jason asked.

"Central Park!" Nate said.

"Ice cream!"

"Ice cream then Cent-" Jason stopped short, pointing. "Pet store! With a bird!"

Meanwhile...

"Cait, this place is amazing! I feel like I'm in... 1924, or something! No way, is this is the place from Malcolm X and Maid in Manhattan?"

Caitlyn herself was in awe; she knew Nate could afford this kind of place, but to spend it on her? The lobby was ornately decorated with red carpet, green pillars at least ten times her size, she estimated, and architecture that truly took her breath away. "Yeah, no kidding," she breathed out.

"I can take whoever is next in line!" the woman, dressed in typical hotel uniform, said to them.

"Hi, I had reservations under Gellar?" Caitlyn managed to get out. Her eyes travelled with Mitchie up to the cieling. "Does this cieling ever make you want to... cry?"

The woman didn't bat an eye as she kept click-clacking away on her computer, "No, I can't say it has. Caitlyn?"

"Yes."

The two got their room number - on the twelfth floor! - and swiped the card through the key slot before stepping into the just as ornately decorated room. Caitlyn snuck a glance at the room across the hall and smiled to herself, more excited than ever.

"Come on!" Mitchie urged, grabbing her hand and dragging her inside. "...Wow," was all she could say.

"Seriously."

"Let's go out; where do you wanna go first?"

"I've never been to Fifth Avenue," Caitlyn suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

"Saks!"

"Yes!" Caitlyn exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Let's do it!"

They tore out of the room, leaving their bags behind and unpacked and raced down the hallways to the elevators where they shifted their weight from one foot to the other. The elevator to Caitlyn's right opened first, and out stepped three boys who turned and made their way down the hall where Caitlyn and Mitchie just came from, only looking back once. The one with long hair and sunglasses tripped and choked on his water, while the other two - one with short brown hair and spiked tips and the other with curly hair kept walking.

"That was strange," Mitchie told Caitlyn. "They don't look like they exactly fit in around here."

Caitlyn herself had a strange look on her face. "Yeah, kidding." Because they don't, she thought to herself. As she stepped into the elevator, a small smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. Asshe took her place, the elevator to Caitlyn's left dinged and her head shot out, stopping the doors from closing, to look; out stepped a large African American man surrounded by an entourage. The smile couldn't be concealed any longer; oh no, they don't belong here.

"Who are you texting? We've only been here an hour!" Mitchie complained.

"Nobody special," Caitlyn volleyed as the LCD read MESSAGE SENT.

Meanwhile...

Caitlyn? Caity? CAITLYN! Caitlyn was here, in this very hotel, Caitlyn had touched what Nate was touching!

"You okay?" Jason asked as he peeled off his wig when they stepped into the room.

"What? Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Nate's phone buzzed while he was in the middle of getting off his wig, and Shane was having trouble getting off his five o'clock shadow.

"Who are you texting?" Shane teased from the bathroom, still trying desperately to get it off.

We have to get them to see each other, the text read. We're going to Starbucks down the street, come inside - don't bother with those stupid disguises.

"Who has you smiling that much?" Jason asked, a smile creeping onto his own features.

Nate's smile faded and he typed back a response while he told the bandmates half heartedly, "Nobody, it's not a big deal."

On our way, he responded. By the way, I think I look great!

"Come on guys," he suggested, throwing his phone on the bed. "Let's go to Starbucks."

Shane dashed out of the bathroom like it was on fire. "Starbucks? Starbucks?! Where?"

"There's one right down the street, I saw it before."

"Dude, let's go!" As he was walking out the door, Shane already had his freshly removed five o'clock shadow back on.

"Shane," Nate yelled. "Let's leave our disguises!"

Meanwhile...

"Let's grab a seat."

"Sure thing," Mitchie shot back. "I can't believe I'm having Starbucks Coffee in New York City."

"I can't either," Caitlyn said honestly. She kept craning her neck to try to look out the window.

"Who are you looking for?"

"What?" Caitlyn's eyes dashed away from the window and back to her best friend. "Nob-body. Just... people watching?"

"Okay, whatever," Mitchie replied simply.

Ten minutes.

Nate where are you? Caitlyn thought. She couldn't bring out her phone, no, that would be too obvious.

Twenty minutes.

Come on... her hands were jittery against her thighs, her coffee cup on the table, forgotten.

"Can we go now? I really wanna get out before the day's over," Mitchie asked innocently, looking at her watch. "It's already 5:20."

"But," Caitlyn dragged out. "It's the city that never sleeps, right?"

Extremely bored and annoyed, Mitchie huffed and looked out the window.

Forty-five minutes.

Damn it, Nate!

"Okay, I'm leaving. This is ridiculous. Can we please go now?" Mitchie said, irritated.

"Yeah," Caitlyn replied, standing up and throwing her stuff away. "Let's go."

Meanwhile...

"Oh. My God," the teenager behind the counter said. "You're... ShaneGray!" she finished in a breath.

"Yeah," he said hesitantly, nodding. "Thanks for the coffee."

"Anytime, Shane Gray," she exclaimed, still starstruck. "ANYTIME!"

"Let's grab a seat," Nate suggested.

"Sure, dude," Jason said. "But won't we get mobbed like that little one over there?"

The boys cast a look back to the dazed employee, who was still staring at them. Nate waved, and the girl just giggled.

"Nah, don't worry about it."

Jason and Shane struck up conversation, leaving Nate to keep glancing around the barista.

Ten minutes.

"So then, I subscribed to Birds Monthly, and BAM, a month later, there was my magazine!"

Twenty minutes.

"Remember that time..."

Forty five minutes.

"Look, have we seen him before?"

"No, man, I don't think so..."

"Can we leave?" An extremely irritated Nate butted in.

Even though his bandmates found his attitude strange, Jason agreed. "Sure, man, let's go."

Later...

"I'm gonna step out to take this," Mitchie told Caitlyn later, after they'd had dinner and were winding down. Even though it was only eight o'clock and it was the city that never sleeps, they were tired.

"Sure," Caitlyn replied mechanically as Mitchie stepped out on the terrace. Caitlyn's own phone rang next to her and she answered. "Where were you!?"

"Caitlyn, calm down," Nate soothed. "Don't stress me out, we're going on in five minutes!"

"Well?!"

"The question could be, where were you?"

"I was at Starbucks, just like I promised!"

"Well us too!" Nate argued. He took a deep breath before continuing, "Sorry. Which one did you go to? There are so many in this city..."

"I went to the one down the street when you take a right out of the hotel."

"Well, that could explain it," Nate reasoned, rolling his eyes. "We took a left."

Caitlyn smacked her forehead with her palm; this would be harder than they thought.

Oh, well. They tried - so close, yet so far away! Oh, nobody's mad at anyone else. It's just one of those times where you have a break in communication that annoys you (Nate and Caitlyn) and where you've been with somebody, like your best friend, for way too long and you just need a break (Mitchie and Caitlyn). So, it's not a big deal. They'll all be fine. Um, leave your thoughts - we got fifteen or sixteen last time, try to bump it to twenty!