"Hey Moseby watcha doing?"

"Ah!", he leapt forward and screamed like a girl.

"Sorry, I thought you'd see me coming", I said. He glared at me evnoumesly and I simply returned it with an innocent smile.

"No", he growled. "I'm trying to write a poem. For a lady."

"A lady?", a male voice suddenly said. "Hi Ginger", Zack said leaning on the counter. "Moseby does that mean you got a date? I thought you didn't have a love life and would grow old cold and lonely." Mr. Moseby gritted his teeth at Zack and ripped the piece of paper in zillion pieces out of anger. Right as he wanted to grasp Zack by his neck I slapped his arms away.

"Thanks", Zack said appreciative.

"You're welcome", I said taking his hand. "Now come with me before he'll actually try to kill you."

"Bye Mr. Moseby", Zack taunted when I dragged him into the lobby.

"Zack you can't say stuff like that. He's extremely sensitive when it comes to love."

"Really? Mh, I hadn't noticed yet", he said sarcastically.

"Not funny." I glared at him, making him sigh.

"Fine, I'll be nicer, but let's be honest. In all those years of having lived at the Tipton hotel in Boston I've never seen Moseby with a woman. At least, not romantically."

"Wait, you lived at the Tipton hotel in Boston? I've visited that hotel several times. How come I've never seen you before then?"

"Maybe it's because I've become more attractive ever since. I mean, I was good-looking back then but now I'm just per-"

I put my hands over his mouth. "Hush. Your ego is way too big for your own good. It'll make your head explode one day." I withdrew my hands and Zack smirked.

"You're attracted to me too."

"Am not."

"Don't deny it."

"There's nothing to deny."

"I can see the love in your eyes", he said in a dreamy voice.

"Look there's Stacey", I said pointing at the corner of the lobby.

"Where?" As soon as he turned his head I sprinted off to Bailey's room. I was not in the mood for a confrontation with Zack about any of those matters. I did not like him like that.


"Bailey!", I said barging into our room. When I stopped running and looked around the room, the first thing I saw was Cody and Bailey lip locked.

"Oops, sorry." I quickly made my way out of the room and to the sky deck.

"Hey Paris." I turned around and saw Woody relaxing on one of the many sun beds.

"Hi Woody, how are you doing? Oh and please call me Perrie."

"Okay then, Hey Perrie." I smiled.

"Hi Woody."

"I'm doing fine by the way. You know, just chillin' with my smoothie." He pointed to his pink smoothie. "And my babes", he said pointing at the girls in the hot tub.

"Really? Your babes? You seem to be quite the ladies man Woody. Mind to tell me there names?" I knew I was being mean, but I just loved teasing too much to let this opportunity pass.

"Well, there's Janice and the blonde one's Ella." Unfortunately for Woody the blonde girl just got called Sophie by one of her friends. I frowned at Woody and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Ella's a…nickname…for Sophie."

"Sure", I grinned. Hey wanna play badminton?", I asked.

"I'm not really a sportsman you know", he said and took another sip of his smoothie.

"I'm not either, sports…woman I mean. Come on, it'll be fun."

"Oh-okay", Woody stuttered and gulped the pink liquid down within a matter of seconds. He rubbed his tummy in satisfaction and stumbled behind me to the sportsdeck.


"Woody, with bird I meant the shuttle! Not the seagulls!", I called at Woody who was chasing the birds with his racket.

"I know!", he called back. "But those gulls ate the last bit of my cheese burger!" Uncoordinated Woody ran against the pole that held the net up. He fell on his back and his hands immediately covered his nose. I ran over to him, but apparently wasn't the only one, because a girl with long brown hair arrived first.

"Woody are you okay?", I asked after the girl had lifted his head on her lap.

"Addison, is that you?", he said to the girl.

"Oh poor Woody. I'll take care of you", she said. I stopped listening when another rattle of words escaped her mouth. Didn't she need to stop talking to breathe?