A/N: Hey guys! don't have time to write a whole excuse but i had a ginormous writer's block. I wanna thank MCZ16 for the idea of boy-ish items considering i have no boys in my family. just girls. ENJOY AND PLEASE REVIEW!!!!

disclaimer: i do not know

Chapter Three

Matt woke up at six, feeling jittery. Today was his first day at his school and he was nervous and excited. Definitely not a good mix. He pulled the covers off of him and decided to go to the bathroom. He looked down at his pajamas. At least he wore his black and dark blue plaid cotton pants. That was pretty much all he slept in. He thought maybe he should put on a shirt.

What if one of the girls walk out and see me? He thought.

But then again, he had a four pack. But probably all the guys in town had six packs. Look at the girls, they were goddesses. He imagined what the boys looked like.

Whatever, girls probably sleep late, he thought.

So he crept out quietly and tip-toed to the bathroom which was in the end of the hallway. He twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open and was immediately hit with an girl-ish aroma. Then he looked around, the walls were pink. He stepped inside and then he felt a really soft carpet underneath. He looked down and he was stepping on a pink poodle-like carpet. He jumped back.

Oh my god, it's like girl-city in here, he thought.

Then he looked on the counter and found where the scent was coming from. Turns out if you put real lavender and rose that were dried in a bowl, they give off a sweet aroma.

He blinked. He figured to brush his teeth. He pulled open the cabinet and then all these sorts of products began tumbling down. He tried catching each one. Then he examined each one.

"Herbal Essences hair gel, Garnier Fructis curling gel, Aussie straightening spray. Oh my god, it's like CVS in here," he whispered in shock.

He put each bottle away and then moved more bottles away and finally found the toothpaste. He brushed his teeth while examining the other products they had. He opened the bottom of the sink and found all sorts of colored pads. He cocked his head to the side, while brushing his teeth.

"What the heck is a tampon?" he mumbled with the toothbrush in his mouth.

He took one out of the tampons out of the Tampax box. It was a stick that was covered in pink plastic. He ripped open the plastic and saw a white plastic thingy with a string attached.

"What the heck?" he murmured. "What's the string for?" he asked in amazement.

Then he got up and said, "You know what? I really don't want to know," he said, in disgust, throwing away the tampon as if it had a disease.

He spit out the toothpaste and then he started hearing sounds in the hallway.

"ELANA!!! GIVE ME BACK MY SHIRT!!!" he heard Donna yell in the hallway.

He heard a door opening and then he heard Elana say, "What shirt?"

He pressed his ear to the door. Chick fight, he hoped, please let there be a chick fight.

Then there was a knock at the door, causing him to tumble back in surprise. He opened the door slightly, and he saw Sam wearing a black Metallica t-shirt.

"Hi," he smiled.

She raised her eyebrows, "Are you coming out?" she asked.

"Uh," he frowned, "yeah." He grabbed his toothbrush and towel and walked out while Sam squeezed herself in. He turned around to say something and shut the door in his face.

"Uh good morning to you too," he mumbled. He turned back around to the commotion.

"You know, the light blue shirt with the white designs on it?" Donna said.

"Ugh, that shirt is so out of style since 2000," Elana said, rolling her eyes.

Matt looked at Elana. She looked so beautiful with her pink shorts on and a white undershirt.

So that's what girls sleep in… Sweet.

"I know you took it!" Donna argued.

Elana crossed her arms, "Why would I want to take a shirt from a fourteen year old who doesn't even know the difference between red and pink?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Donna's mouth dropped down to the floor. "Oh you're dead," Donna said, clenching her fists.

Elana leaned in, "Bite me."

Donna tilted her head to the side and then bit Elana on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"You gave me permission," Donna grinned.

"I didn't steal your stupid shirt!" Elana yelled.

Then Donna and Elana began arguing and shouting at the same time.

The door near where Matt was standing opened up, and Phoebe rushed out, wearing an oversized brown shirt, holding something green in her hand. She stomped over to the commotion and yelled, "STOP IT!"

Elana and Donna immediately stopped.

"You guys are sooo annoying! Some people in this house are actually trying to sleep! I know you, Elana need to get dressed and put on a whole new face and I know you, Donna need to work out or whatever you do up so early but I actually want to sleep!"

When they didn't answer her, Phoebe continued, "If you guys don't stop, I will go into your rooms and steal both of your shirts and burn them. And I'll see how much you guys like that."

Phoebe shoved twenty dollars into Donna's palm. "Here's 20 bucks. Buy another t-shirt and let me sleep. Okay?"

Donna nodded.

"I didn't even steal her shirt," Elana said, "you just gave away twenty dollars for nothing."

"Elana," Phoebe groaned, "you wore that shirt yesterday!"

"Oh…. That one?" Elana asked.

Phoebe groaned and then stomped away to her room.

Then Elana and Donna both felt Matt staring at them.

"Yeah? What do you want?" Donna asked.

"Oh nothing, sorry," Matt mumbled and then walked into his room. He unzipped his suitcase and then paused. Something didn't look right.

He heard Isabella laughing hysterically like a little devil. He closed his eyes, breathed in till three and then stomped into the hallway.

He found Isabella looking through his GSM and Playboy magazines. He saw her tilt her head to her side and ask, "What does XXX mean?"

Matt's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He ran over and snatched the magazines away. "Nothing, it means nothing," he assured her.

"Is that what I'm gonna look like in twenty years?" she asked, looking hopeful, pointing to the extremely sexy woman on the cover of the magazine, wearing a pink bikini.

Matt didn't answer her. He rushed into his room and hid his magazines under his mattresses.

Then he saw Cammie come out of his closet wearing something plastic on her finger.

"Oh. My. God!" Matt groaned. "Cammie," he smiled sweetly, "come here."

She laughed like a witch and then once when Matt stepped forward, she ran out the door and down the hall.

"Cammie!" he begged, "COME BACK!"

He ran down the hallway, begging for no one to come out. Then he saw Sam scoop up Cammie out of nowhere.

"Woah," Matt said, impressed, "I thought you were in the bathroom."

"Yeah, well, while you were drooling over my sister, I managed to sneak away," Sam said, pulling off the condom off of Cammie's finger.

"Sorry," he blushed.

"It's okay. Just find a really good hiding spot for it," Sam said, putting Cammie down.

"Thanks."

Matt trudged away, feeling so mortified. Just imagine what Elana would be like if Cammie ran past her with a condom on her finger?

He walked into his room and spent the rest of the morning inside until Rachel and James called him down for breakfast.

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