After my shower everyone was awake and doing something. Johnny and Jimmy were playing poker, Del and Matt were just talking about random things, Zacky just hopped in the shower, Diggs was making breakfast, and Synnie was strumming random chords on his guitar.

I plop down next to him.

"Hey Brian, whatcha doin'?" I ask in an Isabella way. (Phineas & Ferb)

"Sitting next to you," He says placing his guitar back in its case.

"Wanna travel the hotel?" I ask titling my head.

"Sure, that sounds more fun than hearing your brother using lame lines on your friend," Brian responds pointing at them. I laugh and pull him up.

"C'mon Synnie, we're gonna discover the Hilton," I say as he groans at the name.

We walk up and down halls and floors, signing autographs, talking about random things, and catching up.

"So you're telling me that some of the Divas have fake boobs?" He asks when I tell him about Divas' implants are popping.

"Mm-hmm," I nod trying to keep myself from laughing.

"Are yours fake?" He asks trying to look down my purple v-neck.

"No!" I say pulling up the collar.

"What? I was curious," He said as we turned another corner. When we turned the corner I see a person who I now can't stand. Punk.

"Hey Jen." He said looking a bit glum.

"Punk," I say nonchanlty.

"C'mon don't do me like that," He says.

"Like what? A jerk?" I say sharply.

He sighs. "Can we talk?"

I roll my eyes. "Fine you have one minute."

"I'm sorry for what I've done. I was starting to get lonely, and Amy was there." He states. "And I want to try again."

"So you're saying that I wasn't there for you?" I say as my voice grew angrier. "After all of those times? Remember when you were WHC for the time in '08, who was there holding your hand when you got stitches and you said you had spots in your vision? Who helped you?" By now angry tears stung my eyes.

"But I wasn't using my head when I was with Amy-" He started.

"Yea, you were using your dick!" I yelled.

I could tell that one hurt, Punk's head dropped and for once I didn't care about his problems or gave a damn about him.

"Goodbye, jerk," I say taking Brian's hand and walked to the room with tears falling from my eyes.