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Thanks to everyone that reviewed. I still can't believe I have over a 100 reviews! I def can't believe this is the 18th chapter already!

I want to do something special for the 20th chapter, but idk what yet! any ideas? It's going to be something inbetween Photoshoot and Break. Let me know!

Burn It To The Ground by Nickelback (I thought it was appropriate for this chapter)

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"So you two are fine?"

"We're better than fine!" Trista smiled wide at Logan. The two were on their way down to the pool, meeting up with the other three.

And yes, her and Kendall were better than fine. The two fell asleep watching the movie the night before, and it was just like old times. Of course being woken up by Mrs. Knight telling them they were 16 and Trista had a boyfriend, that they shouldn't be found this way anymore. They simply shrugged their shoulders and went to their previous states. This made her even a happier person if possible at the moment. She had her boyfriend, best friends, and a beautiful day. Perfect.

The two walked out to the pool side, noticing the random amount of baked bean cans scattered all around the pool. In and out. Then noticed Kendall and James standing by the side and walked over.

"What's with the empty cans?" Trista asked, coming to a stop next to Kendall with Logan right behind her.

"Carlitos." Kendall and James both pointed towards the boy that was submerged underwater. "He's attempting to set the underwater fart world record." Kendall said, looking at her then back towards the camera that was in his hand, hoping to get it on tape.

"He's to far down." Logan commented. "Underwater farts are impossible to achieve at water pressure in excess of 4.2 pounds square inch." The three looked at him in question on how he could possibly know that. "What? It's basic fartology."

"Sooo...how do we know when it's coming?" James questioned.

"I'm not sure." Kendall said.

The four got closer to the water, trying to figure out the moment when all of the sudden a giant gush of water came flying out of the pool landing on them. It had happen. Carlos had somehow did the impossible, well atleast that's what Trista thought. The boy came floating back up to the top.

"Did you get it on video?"

Kendall looked at the camera in his hand. "Should it be smoking like this?" The four boys complained, while Trista slapped it out of his hand. "What was that for?"

"I'd rather you not electrocute yourself, thank you." She looked at the fried camera on the ground. "By the way, you are SO lucky that was not my camera."

"Like I would ever steal your stuff." Kendall laughed, noticing she was standing there with her eyebrows raised. "Not funny?" She shook her head no.

She felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her wet shorts. She pulled it out and noticed a text message blinking on the screen. "Guys, you got to get the to studio. Gustavo's got a new song or something." Trista told them reading the message. They group headed back to the apartment to get changed out of their wet clothes. They then headed down to the limo that was sent for them like usual and were at the studio in minutes. Once they got their Gustavo ushered them into the recording studio immediately. Trista however was sitting in the corner of the room writing in the new schedule for the following week. But she felt herself tapping her foot or either nodding her head to the music playing through the speakers. The new song was 'Famous' and it was awesome. She felt like a little fan girl who gets to hear her favorite bands music earlier then the rest of the fan club, and then wanting to rub it in their faces.

They had to have been there for hours by now, but it the boys finally sang the last recording of the song.

"And cut!" Gustavo yelled once they finished.

"It sounded great right?" Kendall asked excited from the opposite side of the glass.

Trista and Kelly were both giving the guys thumbs up, but Gustavo was opposite. "No!" The guys looked at each other in question. "Green Day sounds great, you guys didn't make me want to vomit."

The guys were pissed and everyone could hear it. They started yelling and throwing their headphones down. Gustavo merrily click the microphone button off so it looked like mimes yelling nothing. The both girls hit the large producer at the same time.

"Why can't you tell them that they sound good?" Kelly asked. "Or thank them for all of their hard work?"

"Showing thanks is a sign of weakness. And besides you don't hear them thanking me!"

"Gustavo." Kendall said, as the boys made their way out of the booth. "We just wanted to thank you." The guys in return all thanked him and what not.

Kelly nudged him. "I just wanted to say...you guys...are...done for the day." Well there went nothing. "Kelly and I are off to North Carolina."

"Oh!" Carlos' eyes lit up. "Can you bring us back Guitar Hero?"

"I'm thinking about bring back a hot new band that I can replace you with when you inevitably fail me!" He yelled and stalked out of the room.

"REPLACE US!" The four boys yelled and ran after him.

"You're not gonna replace us," James said, "not after you see my new head shots. One hot young doctor, one hot greasy mechanic." He pulled the two pictures out of basically no where.

"Oh, I'll put these with the others." Gustavo grabbed them and threw them on the ground. "Kelly, who'd you get to house sit my mansion?"

"Oh no, you said that you'd take care of that."

"There is no way I would have ever said-" Gustavo stopped at the sight of her pulling out a recorder and hitting play. He cringed when he heard his voice saying he would find someone himself.

"I record everything now." Kelly smiled.

"You can play your blame game later. Meanwhile, who's gonna dust my 100 inch plasma, feed my exotic pets, and make sure my million dollar media room stays set at 68 degrees!"

"WE'LL MANSION SIT FOR YOU!" The five teens surrounded Kelly, with hopefully faces looked at Gustavo.

"Oh, you want me to let the monkeys mansion sit?"

"I thought we were dogs?" Logan asked.

"You're monkey dogs! And the answer is no."

"Can I see you in your office?" Kelly grabbed him and pushed him in the office.

Once the door was closed the five scrambled towards the door leaning on top of each other so that they could hear what was going on in the office. Sadly the door was too think and the only thing that came out was mumbles. All of the sudden the door was whipped away from their faces and they all came crashing to the floor. The five stumbled against each other trying to get back to their feet.

"To the dance studio now!" The five towards the bright red room and stood in a line. "There are five mansion sitting rules at Casa Gustavo."

"One." He got into James face. "Stay out of my media room. Two." Down to Carlos. "Do not open my living room fridge. Three." Kendall. "Keep the butts off my $40,000 Federico Benn e couch. Four." Logan. "Do not touch my Peruvian, hairless cat Monty."

"I love cats." Logan smiled.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

"I don't even like cats."

"And five." He finally ended at Trista. "If anything...ANTHING," he yelled down the live at the five, "is broken in my mansion you are all FIRED! Are we clear?"

The teens looked at each other quickly. "Yes!" The jumped in excitement. Gustavo finally trusted them.

"No." Mrs. Knight was not so trusting. The 'family' was sitting down for dinner: chicken nugget, mac' and cheese, and chocolate milk. No matter how kiddy it was, this was still Trista's favorite meal.

"Mom, just one night." The two were standing next to the table fighting at the moment.

"You're to young."

"I'm not to young. I'm 16."

"Together we're like over 64, that's older than you." Logan turned in his seat to look up at her. "Wait, that is older than you isn't it?"

Mrs. Knight glared down at the boy and turned his head back around. "Eat."

"Mom, it's time you stop treating me like a child. And," He reached down and grabbed a chicken nugget off of his plate, "it's time you stop feeding us dinosaur shaped chicken."

"You love your dinosaur chicken." She smiled.

"Yeah," he shrugged, "when I was eight!"

"Hey! Don't be hatin' on the dinos." Trista turned around in her seat, biting the head off of her own piece.

"We are men now, and women for the sake of Trista, Mrs. Knight." Logan said, his voice breaking on the men part. Trista couldn't help the snort that came out of her nose at the sound. All of the sudden James and Carlos started making their dinos fight each other. Kendall threw the chicken at him, making the two stop instantly.

"Mom," Kendall put a hand on her shoulder, "it's time."

"I want hourly updates." She finally gave in.

The five cheered. Carlos even jumped up in the air, which made James' chocolate milk spill across the table.

"You knocked over my chocolate milk!" The pretty boy yelled. Carlos simply mocked him in his face. James had enough of it and tackled the Latino boy to the ground. The second the two were out of sight Katie and Logan reached over and grabbed chicken from their plates.

"I'll be in charge of the four horsemen." Trista leaned back and smiled.

"Oh, yes because you're better than them." She sat back down at her seat at the head of the table, while Kendall took his next to Trista..

"I'm more civilized than the barbarians wrestling on the floor over their, Mama Knight." She nodded her head in agreement on that one.

After dinner the five quickly packed for the night. They all quickly ran down to Mrs. Knight's mini van and piled in. On the way there, without Mrs. Knight's knowledge, they stuck Katie in Kendall's hockey bag. Once they finally arrived the five all got out of the car and couldn't stop staring at the gigantic mansion.

"Ok, I set my phone number in all your speed dials. Just dial M for mommy." Mrs. Knight said from the drivers seat still.

"Mom." Kendall looked at her in disbelief.

"And, I brought your jammies for you."

Kendall grabbed them reluctantly and pushed them into James' chest.

"Have fun." As Kendall went to grab the hockey bag Mrs. Knight started again. "Katie, you're not staying. Get out of the duffel bag.

The small girl popped out of the bag in a huff. "Fine." She got out of it.

"I'll try to steal you something good." Trista whispered in the girls ear.

With that they five teens ran into the house, ready for an amazing night. The mansion was more intense on the inside. The whole place was white floor to ceiling with different colored items set pristine around the large house. The first thing to take notice to was the slender statue in the middle of foyer surround by pillows. Carlos obviously took notice to it too.

"A helmet rack!" He ran over with the four behind him trying to get him to stop. Thankfully Logan took the helmet just as Carlos was setting it down.

"Look!" Kendall got their attention. "We promised that we would do this in a responsible manner. Now, we have 80 years of experience between us and who am I kidding. I'll race you to the media room!"

The five took off down the hallway, tripping over one another along the way. They finally made it to the back of the mansion which held the everything possible you could think of. The boys immediately got set up in the huge room, while Trista still took the time to look around some more. The place was huge with too many room to count. She noticed the music room and immediately smacked her forehead. She quickly took her phone from her pocket and called her boyfriend. After a few rings he picked.

"Hello, beautiful." He said into the phone. "I was just about to send a call your way."

"Well I beat you to it." She smiled just listening to his voice. "Guess what?"

"I can only imagine. Did one of the guys get stuck halfway through a wall or something?"

Trista laughed, sadly that had happen before. "Not this time. It's better. At the moment I am lounging in a mansion."

"What?"

"Gustavo let us mansion sit for him. God knows what he was thinking, but who cares."

"Wow! That was literally the last thing possible I expected you to say. So I guess you are completely taken up for the night then."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Why, did you have something going on?"

"Don't be sorry. I was just gonna see if you wanted to come to dinner with me, Colin and some friends but it's totally cool."

"Aww, next time I'll definitely go." Trista turned quickly towards the door where laughter was shooting out of.

"I can't wait." He paused for a quick second. "Is it cheesy for me to say I had a great time last night?"

Trista laughed herself. "Not at all, because I had a completely amazing time. And...I'm kinda missing you right now."

"Good, 'cause I'm kinda missing you too. When do you come home?"

"Tomorrow sometime. Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Seeing my girlfriend."

"Oh, tell her hi for me."

"I'll be doing more than just telling her hi."

"I can't wait." She smiled.

"Trista! You're up!" Kendall yelled from inside of the media room.

"Be right there!" She yelled back after putting her hand lightly over the speaker. "I'm being called off." She told Shayne.

"Was that Kendall?"

"Yep." She couldn't help but smile.

"So you two are talking?"

"Yep, and he really wants to get to know you."

"Well I'm happy for you two. Now you better get going before they come and throw you over their shoulder." He laughed.

"Oh, I wouldn't put it past them not too. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Til' tomorrow. Night, Tris."

"Night, Shayne." She smiled and closed her phone. Sticking it back in her pocket, she raced into the the giant room but not before grabbing her camera. "What the hell is going on in here?" She laughed.

The guys were playing virtual golf where you actually hit a golf ball onto the screen and it went the distances.

"Golfing. Duh!" Carlos threw a club over towards her.

"Duh." She mimicked him stick her tongue out as she passed. "Ready to get beat by a girl?" She set up the ball.

"You do realize this isn't miniature golf correct?" Logan sat in one of the bean bag chair with a tub of popcorn.

"Yes, Lo-gain." She took her stance and smacked the ball so hard she made herself spin in a circle and fall on her butt. The ball came back and smacked her right on the forehead. The guys couldn't hold in the laughter in that bubbled up. "I hate golf." She rubbed the spot.

"And it hates you right back my dear." Kendall laughed and grabbed her camera quickly to take a picture of her devastation.

"Laugh it up, jerks." She crawled over to sit in the bean bag chair that Kendall was sitting in. "Really? A picture was necessary?" She grabbed the camera from his hands to see the outcome. She shook her head at her own stupidity.

"It was quite hilarious." Kendall smiled at her throwing a piece of popcorn at her forehead where the ball hit. She simply frowned at him and made him take a picture with her.

"Watch the birdie, boys!" James yelled grabbing the two's attention back to the game at him. Logan, Kendall, and Trista all threw popcorn at him while Carlos yelled in the background, hoping to break his concentration. James shot and started jumping up and down when he got the ball a short distance towards the hole.

Carlos grabbed the club from James and set up. "This is totally awesome. The five of us kicking back in a mansion." Carlos hit the ball the same way he plays hockey.

"Where we've broken rule number one by entering the media room." Logan pointed out. "But it stops here, right?"

"Right." They agreed.

They all looked at each other though quietly. Contemplating in their heads.

"Do you really think Gustavo has a living room fridge?" She popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth looking at each of the boys. The five were all thinking the same thing and sprung from their positions, running towards the living room. The five haulted infront of the stainless steel box. over the handles was a lock, so they couldn't get in.

"Why do you think Gustavo locks his fridge?" Kendall pondered.

"I bet he keeps his heart in there." James stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Or his victims." Logan muttered.

"Or food." Carlos' eyes lit up.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Trista went to step forward, but Logan grabbed her around the waist stopping her.

"Woah, there. Are you crazy? Don't you remember mansion sitting rule number two?"

Trista sighed and thought back to what Gustavo said. "Rule number two, help yourself to anything you want in my living room fridge." Trista smiled up at the spiky haired boy.

"That was not it!"

"Yes it was." The three boys agreed.

"Step aside boys." Carlos spread his arms out. "My uncle was a locksmith. Just place your hands between the cylinder and the central housing," he grabbed a sledge hammer literally out of nowhere, "and the hit it with a sledge hammer!" Carlos slammed down on the lock, the piece of metal giving up its hold easily. He stepped forward opening the double doors with ease.

The five teens eyes opened wide with temptation as they found what remained inside.

"Pudding!"

From top to bottom the fridge was filled with pudding cups. The doors, the shelves, the drawers, there was pudding everywhere and with a conveniently placed cup on one of the shelves that held a cup full of spoons. The five ran at the fridge completely ready to devour the whole things. Oh, and they could. They grabbed as many as they could in their arms and found spots around the living room. Trista took her spot on the ground with her back up against the loveseat. James and Kendall both took a side of the couch, while Carlos sat up against it. For the one against the whole thing, Logan was sitting in the chair right infront of the fridge.

Trista found the tv remote on the table and flipped through the channels finally settling on ESPN where they were showing scores of the recent games. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she looked over the scene infront of her. It was like they were back in Minnesota, lounging out infront of one of the tv's on a Sunday afternoon. They all hadn't done this since they got here. It felt right.

"And to think Gustavo didn't trust us." Kendall smirked.

And this is where everything turns for the worst.

Trista watched it happen. It was like slow motion the entire time. She watched as Kendall grabbed more pudding out of a cup James was holding. As he was bringing it back to himself when it all of the sudden fell off the spoon and was falling towards the couch. Trista had they urge to jump up from her spot, pounce over James and let it hit her. But her body was not responding since her heart was in her throat, praying to God that Kendall would catch it. It hit. Dead on the white fabric. Kendall's eyes went wide at what just happen, while Trista's was literally popping out of her head. James was the first to scream, grabbing Logan and Carlos' attention to the scene unfolding. The five jumped up from their positions staring at the chocolate stain.

"Gustavo's $40 thousand dollar couch!" Carlos screamed, with pudding surrounding his mouth.

"Get your butts off his couch was rule number three."

"No it wasn't." Kendall said, hoping to play it off. They all gave him the look though. "Ok, maybe it was."

"Gustavo's going to kill us and we're only 80 years old!" James cried.

"Which means we're more than capable of removing a pudding stain, dumbass," she looked in Kendall's directions, "from a couch."

"Logan. Brain. Now." Kendall said.

"Okay, umm..." Logan scrunched up his forehead, attempting to think of something. "Gustavo has a cat right?" Something clicked. "And cat litters main ingredient is Bentonite, which as we all know is a natural absorbent."

Kendall went into leader mode. "Carlos get the cat litter, James open the door to air out the smell." Everyone still just stood there. "Move!" They all scattered.

Trista grabbed a clean spoon and went over to the marked couch. "You are one dumbass, Kendall Knight." She scooped up the some pudding careful and put it in the cup Kendall was holding for her.

"Really? I haven't heard." Kendall rolled his eyes at her.

"Oh yeah." She turned her head and noticed James walking back into the room. "Hey James, did you know Kendall's a dumbass?"

"Yeah I heard that."

"See." She threw the spoon in the cup that was know full of his spilled pudding. She knew he knew she was joking, but to make sure she smiled at him and messed his shaggy hair up, walking away from him.

Carlos came sliding back into the room with the cat litter in his hand. Logan grabbed it from him and shook some out of the box and onto the stain.

"There," Logan rubbed his hands together, "now we just relax and wait." Out of no where the ugliest creature they have ever seen, pounced up onto the couch. "WOAH! What is that thing?"

"It must be his cat." Kendall cried.

"That's a cat?" Carlos and Trista commented at the same time.

"Just get him off before he-" James was to late though. "Marks his territory."

"Get the thing off the couch." Trista pointed at it.

Carlos grabbed it and through it in the air, having it land outside the door James opened.

"There goes rule number 4." Logan sighed and went to sit down on an end table. He hit something though which made a disco ball drop for the ceiling and disco music blast through the house.

"Rule number five!" James screamed. "If we break anything we're fired!"

"Everybody just calm down!" Kendall yelled. "All we got to do is get the stain off the couch, find the cat, and raise the disco ball! We can do this! Together!" They put their hands in, knowing they could get it done.

Oh, how wrong they were. In the matter of five minutes the mansion was literally destroyed. Things were on fire, broken into pieces and just complete chaos. Trista was upstairs trying to settle everything down when all of the sudden she saw Logan being carried up by the other three.

"What happen?" Her eyes held concern as they set the fainted boy down on the couch that was in the sitting room up there. Trista was immediately at his side, making sure there was a pillow under his head.

"Um...there might be an alligator loose." Carlos smiled at her.

"WHAT!"

"Yeah, and Logan kinda fainted."

She looked down at her 'twin'. She was stroking her fingers through his hair, hoping to easily wake him up without a slap in the face one of the guys would give him. "Go get the damn alligator situation under control please." She yelled in the three standing boy's faces.

"Right." They all ran down stairs, making so much noise she could practically give you a play by play of what was going on. Trista got up from her spot beside Logan and attempted to finish straightening up the upstairs portion. Luckily it wasn't as bad as the floor below her and she was able to get everything under control.

"Alligator!"

Trista jumped and turned around where she saw Logan spring up from his position with his eyes wide. She immediately ran towards him, sitting on the couch next to him. "Shh. It's ok, no alligator in sight." She ran her fingers through his hair again, letting her hand rest on the back of his neck. "You fainted, love." She couldn't help but bring a smile to her face.

He ran a hand down his face. "Ugh! I'm never gonna live this down."

"For sure." She kissed his cheek and stood back up, putting the last item back on the table. The two heard cheers from their three friends downstairs. They each looked at each other and went to see the results. The two stopped at the top of the steps. "Alligator gone?"

"Locked in the bathroom." Carlos tapped the side of his helmet.

"Joy."

The two joined the others down at the bottom of the step where they all sat looking over the 'beautiful' mansion.

"Now, just to find Gustavo's freaky bald cat, so Gustavo doesn't kill us." Kendall planned.

"Call the FBI!" James suggested.

Logan looked at him like he had three heads. "For a missing cat? FBI only works with serious crimes."

"Oh. That explains alot."

Trista slapped her palm to her forehead. She still was laughing to this day when James called them thinking they could help with his hair. Oh, why did she put up with this? Comical relief.

"I know one of you used all my Cuda Massive Hold!"

"FOCUS!" Kendall yelled to grab their attention. "Now, there's only three possible places the cat could be hiding. One, he's roaming the neighbor hood. Two, he's hiding up a tree." The sound of the alligator coming from the bathroom turned their attention to the last place it could be. "And that would be three."

"Yeah. We're fired." Trista stood from her spot and jumped off the steps. She left them and went to the kitchen to grab a drink. She felt her phone vibrate and took it out of her pocket. She smiled when she read one new text message from Shayne. She opened and sighed.

'this is what you left me with today.' He also sent a picture of Colin doing some kind of balancing act on his head upside.

She laughed and replied. 'really wish I was there right now.'

"Trista!"

She rolled her eyes and trudged her way back into the living room. As she entered she saw them standing around a table, where there was a cat sitting on the table, which was hair covered.

"Guys...wrong cat." She stuck her phone back in her pocket.

"We're gonna shave him." James held up the electric razor.

"You can't shave a cat." Logan exclaimed.

"Oh? Would you rather tell Gustavo we lost his, and have him replace us, and DESTROY MY DREAMS!"

"Where did you get the cat?"

"I've got a guy." Carlos shrugged his shoulders.

"Quiet." Kendall barked out. "Hold him down steady." He took the razor from James as Carlos held him.

"Oh, I can't watch this." Trista shoved her face in James' shoulder.

"Would you chill. How hard could it be to shave a cat?"

Kendall was wrong again. The cat went crazy. Scraped at them scraped at the couch. It attacked everything possible in the mansion. The was white stuffing everywhere. The cat even tore the drapes from the windows.

Trista, James, Kendall, and Carlos all sat on the floor looking around the place. Carlos was stuffing his face with popcorn, surprise surprise.

"Oh, we are horrible mansion sitters." Kendall cried. His phone rang, telling him he had a text message. "Oh good news. Gustavo and Kelly are coming back early."

"Ugh!" They all complained.

"Ok! Don't worry I can fix this." Logan came running over to them with laptop in hand.

"I knew the smart one would come through." James smiled. "Would do you got?"

"There's a four am flight to Bolivia. We get there, change our names, raise alpacas."

They all looked at him with dump expressions.

"Really? This is why we don't let you make plans." Trista slapped the back of the boy's head.

"Yeah, I've got a better idea." Kendall pulled his phone out again.

"You're gonna call a cleaning service?" Carlos asked.

"A statue repair man." James said, they all stood up.

"One of this places that gets the cats out of the alligators." Logan pointed.

"All of the above." Kendall said raised his phone to his ear.

No more than ten minutes later Mrs. Knight and Katie came through the door. They were like angels sent upon them at the moment.

Kendall cried out in happiness. "Mom, here's the-"

"Zip it!" She cut him off and kept walking through the house. "I'm gonna need three liter of club soda, a sowing kit, a bucket of vinegar, bleach, and get on the phone and find a place that delivers super-turbo bonding glue and some semi-gloss white paint."

"Got it!" The all nodded.

"Wait." Carlos pulled his helmet on. "What about Gustavo's cat?"

Mrs. Knight pulled a box of cat treats from her bucket of clean items she brought with her. She shook the box and layed some treats on the floor. The cat came right away. The five teens yelled in excitement. "What are you all staring at! We're gonna be here all night. Go, go, go, go!"

"That's right, move it!" Katie yelled from her place next to her mom.

"You too. Go!"

And with that the crew got to work. Picking up the trash on the floor and vacuuming it over and over again. The cleaned the stains off the couch's and chairs and sewed them back together. The living room fridge was stocked back to it's original fullness of pudding overflow. Everything was shined and glossed over. Pillows got their stuffing back into them and the curtains were hung back to their original state and sewed. Finally they glued the statue back together where James and Carlos held it together to make sure it stayed.

"Big Foot's on the campground!" Logan yelled throughout the house. Code for Gustavo's here, get your ass' moving!

"Mom!" Kendall cried out, holding the teens pj's in his arms.

"Five seconds and the bond will hold." She said to the statue holders.

"He's coming up the steps!" Logan ran past everyone away from the door.

"3, 2, 1 let's roll." Katie pulled her mom away from the scene.

The five teens ran over towards a small couch and quickly pulled their pj's over their original clothes. The all semi laid down on the couch and pretended to be sleeping as Gustavo and Kelly walked through the door.

"Oh, look who's here." Kendall said in a groggy voice as Kelly and Gustavo stopped infornt of them.

"We slept here cause we didn't want to touch anything." Logan commented.

"Yeah, we're not just pretending." Carlos said, getting a hit from Trista.

"Silence!" Gustavo yelled. "Monty." The ugly, hairless cat jumped into Gustavo's arms.

"You know, we'd love to stay and chat but we got to go." Kendall laughed and got up, which the others followed. The five grabbed their things and tried as quickly as possible to get out their.

"Stop!" Oh, so close. "There's something I need to say."

"Well...you can say something tomorrow. So..." Kendall said. The five agreed with him and went to leave again, this time Kelly stopping them.

"Guys, this is important."

Gustavo sighed and continued. "We've been working together for a month now. And I just wanted to say, although we've had our ups and downs, the truth is I Lllll..." He could get the words out. "I Lll..." Kelly hit him. "I like you."

With that the statue broke from it's binding and fell to the floor.

"And we like you too. Run!" The five fled from the building as fast as possible. They were almost at the car when Trista remember one small detail they didn't take care of. She ran back and opened the door to see only Kelly.

"Oh, by the way, you might not want to go in the bathroom."

The both heard Gustavo yell about the alligator and before she could see the results Trista ran right back out of there and jumped into the van. She looked at the clock in the van. It was 7 am and all she wanted to do was sleep the rest of her day away.

Ugh...that episode was plan torture!

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