I awaken to someone sitting on the edge of my bed; I shift slightly but keep my eyes closed, hoping that whoever it is will think I'm still asleep and leave me alone. My Ipod must have died while I was napping because I can hear the whispering of the people in my room.

"Ricky don't," says one between giggles, "it wouldn't be right."

"Your actions speak differently," the one on my bed, presumably Ricky whispers back.

"This is stupid just wake her up." Another says more loudly, which is followed by a chorus of shushes. I groan and roll a little wishing they would just go away but slightly curious about their conversation.

"Shut up Misha, don't be such a stick in the mud." Ricky whispers, the weight on my bed shifting. I hear more breathy giggles as the weight continues to shift, confused I mumble something incoherent at them, I think it was an attempt a shut up. Feeling breath on my face my eyes shoot open, and instinctively I backhand the person on top of me and push him off.

"What the hell!" I yell jumping off the bed, my eyes darting wildly around the room. I see four figures across the bed from me. I spin around as the door bursts open behind me feeling trapped.

"What's going on in here?" The flamboyant man from earlier exclaims, looking around the room accusingly.

"Relax Chris, it was just a joke." One of the people says, I recognize him as Jensen. Looking more closely at the others I identify them as Jared, Misha, and Ricky. "We came in to wake sleeping beauty here, and Ricky thought it would be funny to… well…"

"Ricky thought it would be appropriate to wake her up by kissing her." Misha finishes, glaring at his fellow actors who have erupted into a fit of laughter.

"What?" I shriek, distancing myself from them as much as I can, and effectively backing myself into a corner.

Chris turns to the men, arms crossed "What in the world made you think that was reasonable, I mean honestly Ricky. Apologize to the poor girl, you've just about given her a heart attack."

"But she smacked me!" Ricky protests, but backs down at Chris's glare. Looking properly ashamed Ricky comes around the side of the bed. "Relax, I'm not going to attack you."

"Could have fooled me" I grind out, feeling for the door knob behind me. Finding it I push the door open and escape inside and slam the door behind me. Thankfully I have ended up in a bathroom and not a closet, and am able to lock the door behind me. I slide down the door and see myself for the first time since arriving in London; I appear half crazy, my hair sticking out at odd ends and my clothes rumpled from sleeping, my eyes are wild and there's a dried drool trail on my face 'well aren't I a sight for sore eyes' I think sarcastically.

There's a knock at the door, and someone jiggles the handle. "Oh come on, I'm sorry ok, it was just a joke. Open up already."

"Hell no," I answer through the door, "I want all of you out of my room now!"

I hear muted conversation and footsteps before someone else knocks. "Willa?"

I sigh relieved, it's just the flamboyant man from before, Chris I think. "Willa, is everything ok?"

"I'm fine," I answer, exhausted despite just waking, "I just want everybody out so I can clean up."

There's a pause before he responds, "Ok, we have a dinner to attend in an hour, so be ready by then ok?"

"Yeah, sure, I can do that." I tell him smiling, I'm really starting to like Chris, he seems like a nice guy, but maybe it's just his job. I hear shooing noises and footsteps before a click that I'm sure is the bed room door. Sighing for the umpteenth time I heave myself from the bathroom floor and start the water in the shower. Peeling my clothes off I notice how thin I've gotten 'well not having money for food will do that to you' I think, I've never been overweight, but I have a very curvy hourglass figure. I've always been happy with my figure so I'm almost a little sad to see that my hips and chest are a bit smaller.

I shower quickly and am surprised to find the hotel leaves disposable razors 'probably only because we're in the pent house' I muse. Reluctantly I shut off the warm water and step out of the tub. Grabbing one of the huge fluffy towels from the rack I dry myself off quickly, I blow dry my hair and rinse my mouth with the mouth wash.

Reentering my room I look around for my luggage, I begin to panic when I don't see it. Spotting a closet I look in that, but still nothing, after scouring the room I come up empty handed and slightly panicked. I spot a robe on the back of the door and go to pull it on, only to find that it was not made for an 18 year old girl, but a very tall, very large man. I pull it on anyways and poke my head into the hallway. I contemplate my options, and deciding I do not want to be caught wandering around in nothing but an oversized robe I do the only other thing I can think of, I yell. "CHRIS!"

I hear opening doors and running footsteps before Chris appears in front of me. "What is it? What's wrong?"

'At least he heard me' I think, looking at the frazzled man in front of me. "Where's my luggage?"

"Excuse me?" He asks confused.

"My luggage, I can't find it. I was supposed to be here waiting for me…" I trail off as a look of horror crosses Chris' face.

"Are you sure?" He asks tentatively, when I nod his face falls, "Can I come in?"

I eye him suspiciously, but allow him into the room, pulling the robe as tightly as I can and praying it won't come undone. He proceeds to scour the room in the same manner I had, also turning up empty handed. He buries his head in his hands and flops down on the edge of the bed. "You only have what you came in don't you."

This is more of a statement than a question and I nod. A knock at the door draws our attention.

"Is everything ok in there?" A voice calls. I open the door to find Jensen, clutching the top of my robe to keep it from falling open I step aside and allow him entrance to the room.

"My luggage isn't here." I state, unable to make eye contact with him. He's wearing jeans and a blue button down that are tight in all the right places, and I have to stop myself from drooling at the sight of him. Jensen turns to Chris, running a hand through his hair. "Well that is a problem…. Chris?"

"I don't know! I have no idea what to do, we have to leave in half an hour and she has nothing to wear!" Chris exclaims jumping off the bed and waving his arms about in an almost comical manner.

"You wear smaller sizes, couldn't you just let her borrow something of yours?" Comes the inquiry from behind us. I turn to see Jared and Ricky in the doorway, both in jeans and button downs, Jared in burgundy, Ricky in purple plaid. A horrified expression crosses my face as I glance at Chris' outfit, a ruffled yellow and orange shirt accompanied by what I can only describe as salsa pants and an orange sash-belt-thing make up his ensemble. Looking back at my fellow actors an idea begins to form in my head.

"I do have a pair of heels with me…so if someone doesn't mind me borrowing a white button down and a black belt…" I say, eyes glued to the ground in embarrassment.

"Would bigger be better?" Jared asks, interested in what I'm going to do.

"For the shirt yes, for the belt, smaller is better." I respond, sure my face is flaming red.

"I can do belt," Ricky volunteers, "that is if you don't mind."

"Yeah, and I can do the shirt since I wear the biggest size." Jared adds, I look at him and mentally shrug, being so tall I suppose it would be reasonable for him to wear a bigger size, he just doesn't look it. I smile at them as they turn to leave, "Thank you guys so much."

Ricky and Jared are back within a few moments to hand me the various articles of clothing. Thanking them once more I close the door and pray that what I'm about to attempt will work.

I pull my small make-up bag, heels, spare underwear, and ace bandage from my purse. I use the hairspray (travel size) I keep in my purse to do a stylish bed head and apply a simple smoky-eye and red lipstick. I use the ace bandage as a make shift bra and finish dressing. Cinching the belt around my waist I have an impromptu dress, I pop in my diamond studs that I keep in my make-up bag and glance in the mirror. Deciding I look fairly decent, and thanking God the underwear are beige, I head into the living area where everybody else is already waiting.

They glance up from their conversation when I walk in. Not wanting to make eye contact I continue past them to the elevator. "So are we ready to go or not?"

"Yeah I guess so." Jensen says, getting up to follow me to the elevator.

"Now hold on just a second," Chris says, hands on his hips, "let me look at you, I'm mildly impressed."

Suppressing a sigh I turn to face them. Instead of the malicious looks and laughter I was expecting they do look impressed at my improvisation, on which I have always prided myself on.

"Please tell me you're wearing underwear." Ricky states, Jared looks from me to him then back to me, obviously not having thought of this before offering me his shirt.

"Dude, seriously?" Jensen says turning to Ricky and giving him that 'you did not just go there' look.

"I guess she could borrow Misha's seeing as you already volunteered a coat Jensen." Chris points out trying to lighten the mood.

"Absolutely not!" I exclaim, seeing the disgusted look on Misha's face and butting in before he could. "And besides, I am wearing underwear thank you."

"Well at least you come prepared." Misha mutters, shaking his head.

"Aw come on Misha, lighten up a little." Jared says smirking, "you do match after all."

I look over to Misha and see that he is wearing a white button down as well, forcing a small laugh I reply, "not quite, I'm a little lacking in the pant department."

This earns me a few chuckles as the others finally follow me to the elevator.

"You got the key Chris?" Ricky asks, letting the doors close when Chris nods.