I am sick, I ended up watching Titanic. I took a nap. And bam- this came!

Hey, don't flame. I am kinda loopy right now.

"Mother!" I screamed as I reached their floor. This was the 12th, and I have been counting, time I called her.

The door opened and my mother slammed it, to irritate my sleeping father I'm sure. I rolled my eyes.

She scoffed. "He. Is. Impossible."

I linked my arms through hers. "We came here for peace, not for you two to fight. You can do that at home."

We reached the breakfast place, The Dot Buffet, and my mom patted my hand.

"Getting milk for your father,"

I scrunched my nose but she left.

"Dad's lacoste intolerant." I muttered, mostly to myself. I just shook it off.

I looked for Alli, my best friend, who's here because her brother booked some gig being the entertainment here, being with his band, The Studz.

"Alli!" I said and she smiled.

"Clare, have you seen Jenna?" she said as I broke off a piece of her muffin.

"No, her cabin is upstairs. The Next Teen Star contestants are above my cabin floor. My parents plus their rehersal is defening."

"Poor ClareBear... Where's KC?" she said, and I shrugged.

Then her eyes widened and she started to spit out her muffin into a napkin. Ew, this better be good.

"Major hotties at two o'clock." she hissed and I rolled my eyes.

I looked down at my notebook, I keep for Alli's boy emergencies.

"Clare, look!" she hit me and I looked up.

One was tall, wearing plaid shorts and a shirt. I could tell Alli loved him. So I moved on. He was away from the other two, talking to Owen, a major idiot and weirdo.

The next was trying to pick out a muffin. I saw his tiny hand go from corn to chocolate chip to bran. Picky. His face was screwed up in thought and I was about to look away when somebody took a blueberry muffin and threw it in his hands.

Thehand had many rings and black nails but... it wasn't paint. I traveled up to the face and saw him.

He had long dark hair flowing from his scalp and green eyes that captivated you the moment you catch a glimpse of their color. It was something sta

Smirking at the feminine one, he reached for an apple and bit into it.

Is it weirder to be jealous of fruit or vour the fact that I wanted him to bite me. Like a vampire in Fortnight.

Whoa. Where did that come from.

Remember KC? Your boyfriend. Your loving caring boyfriend

I let out a breathy sigh and bit my lip, half sucking on it now.

"So... Clare, I see the tall plaid one eyeing me and want to investigate. You want to come?" she whispered in my ear.

The feminine one shoved a plate in the plaid one's gut and the God-like one smirked wider. He looked up and I barely looked away in time.

"Seems like you do." she whispered playfully.

I risked a glance up again to see him look down and shake his head, smirking. I sighed, looking at Alli.

"Nope, I have a boyfriend." I said and smiled. She rolled her eyes then shrugged.

"Maybe Jenna..." she scanned him over as flipped hair out of his eyes. I bit my lip, barely.

Alli laughed. "Jenna would seem tto go for guys like him- and she might."

"Why?" I said, looking down again.

"Because, he's one fine piece of-" I shot her a look.

"Boy. I was going to say boy." she said and I nudged her.

I studied him. The way he laughed with his friends. The way he bit into his apple. The way he licked his lips, to get the apple off. Dear God...

"Oh, he's hot. Jenna will love him, even if she's going to just use him for-"

"Alli!" I whimpered.

"A good time," she finished and smiled at me. "Clare, grow up. It's true."

I glared down at my paper. Jenna wouldn't do that? Would she? Why would I care, Jenna's a big girl... and I don't know him. I felt eyes on me.

He was looking at me, up and down, eyes resting on spots that made me want to blush but I didn't want to give myself away. His eyes traveled painfully slowly, as if he was shredding all my clothes off with his teeth in his imagination.

Alli noticed. "At least Jenna not liking him isn't the problem, he likes you."

I run a hand through my hair and look at her. "N-No he doesn't."

"Y-Yes, he does."

"Come on Clare, follow me to ask Mr. Plaid some questions." She stood up, took my arm, and dragged me over to all of them.

He was smirking with the look in his eyes.

The look like he wanted to rip me apart, find my core, and...

I flushed looking at my feet as we stop.

I read way too much fanfiction.

That was fun.

Ahh, review please, if it pleases you kind people to do so.

It's one of those toss-up oneshots.