Zoey dragged her suitcase into the departures lounge. She looked over her head : 'Gate 1A,' where she instructed everyone to meet her before they all rushed off to do some serious duty free shopping. She'd kept an eye out for a flash of bright red or a swarm of girls following a guy on her way over but she hadn't seen anything.

"Uh…yeah…I'm okay…"

Zoey looked up; a skinny brunette was being picked up from what looked like tripping over a pot plant by a very good-looking stranger. The girl was flushing, babbling away, waving her hand in the air. After a few seconds, the girl smiled again and dragged her suitcase away at the speed of light towards Zoey.

"Hey Nicole," Zoey hugged her quickly, "how's your Summer been?"

"Well, I got my hair cut, I lost some weight and I grew the biggest spot I've ever seen on my nose," she pointed at her nose, which was caked in concealer, "and it's a blind spot too. It won't come to a head."

"Have you seen anyone else?" Zoey asked, standing on her tip-toes to see over all the heads.

Nicole took out her pink iPod, "Heather called a while back to say she's just boarding the plane," she began unwinding the earphones, "from Oklahoma so she's probably landing like, now and then she's got to check in for Hawaii."

"And Chase? Logan? Dana?"

"Dana was at Logan's last night," Nicole offered, staring at her song selection screen, "so they'll probably arrive together."

"Dana was at Logan's?" Zoey repeated incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, why?"

"And his mom let them?" She continued, "Sleep in the same room?"

"Yeah, Logan's mom was in Los Angeles and his dad was on set somewhere in Paris or something, so it was just Logan, Dana and Logan's older sister."

"That went to the party last night," Zoey added, "with us, and then she stayed over at her friends, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

Zoey knew perfectly well why she was so bothered. She'd done an awful thing to one of her best friend's and now it didn't even seem like it mattered. But she was determined to persevere, even if Dana was in the picture now.

And she hated to admit it, but Logan was hardly known for his celibacy vows.

"What about Mike?" She asked, hoping to hide her disappointment.

"Oh yeah, sorry, he and Harry were at Logan's too," Nicole began shimmying in time to whatever song she had on, "so they'll all be arriving together."

She broke off to do some silent mouthing and some robot-like dance moves.

"Sorry, I mean, Dana got picked up by her sister," she pulled an earphone out, "I think. Wait, does Dana even have a sister?"

"No, a brother."

"So why did I think she had a sister? Maybe because she –"

Zoey decided to ignore Nicole – from what she had said, she could vaguely be relieved. Harry and Michael were at Logan's too. They wouldn't let anything out of control happen.

I'm looking out for Dana here.

"And…has Chase called you?"

Nicole's shoulder bag slid down and landed on the ground with a thud. She eyed Zoey oddly.

"Why?" she asked accusingly, but still in her odd sing-songy sort of voice, "I thought you said you were over him?"

"I was never under him," Zoey rolled her eyes, dumping her bags on the seat now that Nicole was doing the same, "I don't know what you're talking about. Chase and I are just friends."

You needn't lie to me Zo. I'm your best friend.

"So can I go and do some serial shopping?" Nicole held up a new purse, evidently recently bought because it still had a little plastic on it, "my mom bought me this adorable Coach purse, as long as I get my cousins some birthday presents from duty free. I'm thinking perfume, or at least deodorant," she pulled a face, "cause man, they stink."

"Kristen…I don't know about this."

Kristen clamped her fingers tighter on the steering wheel as she swerved a small convertible.

"If this is about Logan then I thought we talked about this!" She hissed, swerving dangerously again.

"No, it's about you driving," Rebecca clutched onto the sides of her seat tightly as the car tipped onto two side wheels and crashed back down, "seriously, would you mind if the driver took the wheel? Cause funnily enough, that's what he's paid for."

Kristen waved both hands in the air dismissively. Rebecca slammed them back down onto the wheel.

"How am I ever supposed to learn if I don't drive?" Kristen asked, as though it was as simple as a basic multiplication, "besides, I'm not that bad."

"Please, Miss Kristen, please, please…I have a family at home…"

Rebecca consoled Eduardo, the driver quivering in the back seat while raising her eyebrows at Kristen.

"Melodramatic," Kristen tutted, jerking the wheel to the side violently, "besides, we're almost there. See?" She pointed to a plane descending down in the sky, "See how big it is? That's probably Heather's flight from Oklahoma. It'll be cool to meet Heather, after all those chats on like, MSN and stuff. Right?"

"I won't be able to meet her," Rebecca was thrown against the door, "if I don't make it to the airport alive."

"Oh, stop fussing," Kristen slid down her sunglasses, "look, there's the drop off point. I'll just pull into it now then you can get out."

She swerved the 4 by 4 dangerously into a tiny space. The ford in front zoomed out of the way. The front of the car bumped against the kerb. Rebecca was torso down on the dashboard, her perfect pony-tail still in tact. Slowly, she picked herself up.

"Not too shabby," Kristen smiled, evidently pleased with herself as she popped open the doors. Rebecca flew hers open and leapt out onto her knees, hugging the ground.

"Land!" She cried, "Beautiful land!"

Kristen frowned.

"Oh come on!" She protested, "I don't stink at driving!"

"Yes you do." Kristen whipped around to see a small congregation of shocked and amused passengers had crowded around the side of the car.

"Don't quit your day job honey."

"Promise me you'll never, ever," Rebecca stood from the ground, "let me get in a car with you," she jabbed Kristen in the shoulder, "again. You're the worst driver I have ever, ever seen. And I've seen America's Dumbest Criminals."

"Hush hush oh little grasshopper," Kristen put her little finger to her lips, "if one is going to say nothing but harsh monstrosities, then one should not speak at all."

"One should shut it before one smacks them hard," Rebecca grunted back, dusting down her capris.

"Uh…let's go inside."

"Michael. Put. That. Down."

Logan snatched Michael's PSP from his outstretched hands and dodged a vengeful looking business woman with a little holdall on wheels. Michael snatched angrily at Logan for a moment, but upon realizing his duties as Harry's babysitter were in need, he lashed out for Harry's collar instead.

"No girl collecting," he said sternly, steering Harry away from a group of blondes, "you're dating the hottest girl in school, and we're already late as it is, thanks to Mr Vanity 2005 over there."

"Hey," Logan called over his shoulder, "you brought it on yourself. Hiding my finishing gel was not amusing."

"You could've just bought more," Harry protested.

Logan didn't reply.

"He's been in a stankin' mood since last week," Michael explained. Harry looked confused, silently mouthing the word 'stankin''.

"Bad mood," Michael rolled his eyes, "stinky. Ever since those rumors started flying round."

"About him and Rebecca?" Harry raised on oddly groomed eyebrow at Logan's back, "About how they…"

"Yeah, but they didn't," Michael cut in, "I asked Becca and she denied it. Even before she heard the rumor. Besides, do you really think Rebecca would give up the Big V with Logan?"

"Do you really think Rebecca still has the Big V?" Harry hoisted his back-pack up his shoulder, "Kristen and her hardly look like the kinda girls to keep their pants in place. They must have plenty of offers."

"Yeah, but they're weird and possibly celibate," Michael looked into the distance for a second, "but anyway. Since those rumors went about he's gotten worse. Because Kristen e-mailed Dana saying she's coming to Hawaii. And if there's a Kristen –"

"There's a Rebecca," Harry finished, "but what's the big deal? Logan's crazy about the girl!"

Logan ignored Michael and Harry's cosy little conversation the best he could, but their words still rung in his head.

"…he's been in a stankin' mood since last week."

"…but what's the big deal? Logan's crazy about the girl!"

And he was, he did want to see her. He'd wanted to see her ever since she stepped in that taxi those months ago. But ever since that taxi rolled over the hill, messages came to Zoey, Nicole, Dana, Mike, Harry, Chase even Shannon Sewell and Jackson Rennison. Even Heather got mail from them – and they'd never even met Heather. But never Logan. He shrugged it off, assumed she'd found some sort of hot Australian surfer and moved on. That's what he hoped anyway, but a little voice in the back of his head told him he was wrong.

Rebecca wasn't like that.

When Rebecca was at PCA, she had defenses constantly risen, she only gave herself in when she was drenched and when she was with him, and that was totally different.

But when Logan listened to that voice his heart began hammering and his stomach lurched uncomfortably.

There's something wrong.

And with Rebecca and Kristen returning to the group…he didn't know what to do. And even if he and Rebecca fell into each others arms again, she was bound to find out at one point…

And when she did…he wasn't sure how she'd react. She had a nasty temper when provoked and a mean right hook no one really wanted to be on the wrong end of. He could deal with her anger but he couldn't deal with her hurt.

The plane bumped down on the runway, causing everyone on flight A6781 from Oklahoma City Airport to Los Angeles International Airport to jump off their seats and back down again. Heather tugged on her seatbelt desperately. She didn't like flying, it wasn't a big thing, but usually, since her Dad travelled for business, it was in business class. Now, in economy, she felt hot, sticky and her claustrophobia had kicked in a quarter of the way into the flight. Besides, the guy beside her was possibly clinically obese. The sight of his flesh bulging over and under the arm rest and making it's way vengefully towards her was enough to make her want to throw up.

And when she saw the airplane food, she did.

Cautiously, she prodded the obese man in the shoulder – silently disgusted at the fact that her finger seemed to sink in – in hopes of waking him up. He snorted loudly, the drool line from his mouth dropping onto his lap. Heather baulked. She cursed choosing the window seat.

"Uh…excuse me Mister…" she tried, "the plane's landed and I have another plane to catch so could you uh…please uh…wake up and move?"

The man stirred, his eyes fluttering open and settling on Heather.

"Well hello," he said, "a little young to be flying alone, no?"

"I'm sixteen!" She replied defiantly, "And I have another plane to catch."

"Are you from Oklahoma?"

Heather picked up the hand-luggage at her feet impatiently.

"Yes," she tugged it past the seat edge and onto her lap, "and I'm on my way to Hawaii."

"Oh yes, the sun and the sand," the man mused.

"Yes, but the problem is, I might not get to see the sun and the sand," she checked her watch, "because the flight leaves in like, forty minutes and I haven't checked in yet."

"Oh, sorry," the man shifted, making abseloutely no difference, "just step past me then, I tend to take a while."

Heather tried not to eye the invisible space between the back of the chair in front and the man's stomach with a look of disbelief, but she was fighting a losing battle. With a forced smile, she squeezed herself past, the man actually lifting his stomach, and burst into the aisle. She felt as though she'd just fought some sort of ferocious war, not moved along like, two seats.

"Have a nice time in Hawaii," the man called jovially. Heather smiled back in return. Now that she was out in somewhere with a little more leg room, she didn't look at the man as some sort of great overweight hindrance, more of a large Texan who was just hungry.

"Thanks," she smiled, and flew down the aisle at lightning quick speed, forever checking her wrist watch frantically.

"Yes, here. Pull over here. Are you even listening to me? PULL. OVER. HERE."

The red automatic pulled into the drop-off point.

"Thank you," Dana said sarcastically, popping open the car door and tugging out all her luggage.

"I won't miss you," her brother snorted, "are you sure you can't stay in Hawaii?"

"Ho ho," Dana said dully, "So. Damn. Funny."

"Well, I try," her brother leaned out of the car window, "now don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"You're practically letting me out without a leash here," Dana pulled her holdall from the backseat and dragged it out onto the sidewalk, "I don't know if anyone's ever told you, but you're a total man-whore."

Her brother wound up the window, giving her the finger as he drove off. Dana shrugged.

Hey, not bothered.

"Oh man I feel so sick…" Nate slumped back in the seat to the cab and rubbed his stomach, "I so shouldn't have had that bruschetta."

"Whatever," Art peered out the window, "do you reckon Lisa's going to be there?"

"Probably," Nate sighed, "it's alright, if she's there, I'll warn you off."

"Thanks man," Art pressed both his hands up against the window, "it'll be cool to see Harry and Jackson again."

"Whatever, Harry's cool," Nate's stomach grumble threateningly, "but I just wanna see Nicole."

"I suppose," Art turned and sat back down in his seat, "you're lucky there."

"You what?"

"With Nicole."

"Do you have a thing for Nicole?" Nate asked accusingly.

"No, seriously man, don't freak."

"What? Is she not pretty enough for you!" He shouted furiously.

"No man," Art said quickly, "no, she's real pretty."

"YOU THINK SHE'S REAL PRETTY? HANDS OFF SHE'S MINE!"

Art looked desperately out of the window for the drop-off point.

"Dude, she's hot, but she's not my type," Art close to threw himself at the door, "but it's not because she's not good enough for me or anything, I swear."

Nate seemed to deflate slightly, slapping a hand to his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm just kinda freaking out about this whole Nicole thing. I wanna see her again, but she might be with someone else."

"I don't think she is."

"WHY? DON'T YOU THINK SHE'S PRETTY ENOUGH?"

Art pushed open the door and waited until he was outside to reply.

"No, I swear, calm down. I meant she loves you man, and you love her, so please, please don't tear me apart."

The taxi driver stepped out and helped the boys with their luggage.

"It'll be interesting to meet this Heather girl," Art commented warily, looking at Nate out of the corner of his eye.

"I suppose."

"She sounds pretty."

"PRETTIER THAN NICOLE?"

"No I swear, I didn't mean it like that."

Nate blew out a long breath, ruffling the top of his perfectly-styled sandy blonde hair.

"I'm sorry man," Nate said, slightly defeated.

"Maybe I just shouldn't say anything."

"Why?"

"Cause funnily enough, I quite fancy keeping all my limbs intact."

Y'all rock for reading this. But y'all rock even more if you review it. Hint hint. Oh, and Marina, I'll let you imagine the big swanky premiere yourself. As long as I'm wearing a real nice black John Galliano gown and some Dior killer heels. And I have Harry Judd on my arm (drummer from McFly), or Cristiano Ronaldo, seriously, whatever. Anyway, more will come given time, I love you all, have some pie x