enjoy!

Amber stormed out of the hotel in fear of everyone seeing her burst into uncontrollable tears. Did this really just happen to her? Was she dreaming, again?

Amber stopped in front of the elevator and realized she had no where to go.

Damian had been close behind her and he Amber's back was to him.

Damian: Amber?

Amber turned around but not before wiping her tears.

Amber: Damian. What are you doing here? you should go back to the room.

Damian: And leave you alone? No way. I think you need a friend.

Amber: I'm so sorry Damian. You made the trip to Vegas with Vanessa and I bet you regret it now.

Damian: regret? No way! I had fun last night.

Amber: I mean, with the argument and all. I bet you think we're all crazy, huh. Poor Samuel he has no idea what he got himself into.

Damian: [chuckling] I gotta say, regardless of what I just witnessed, you guys are a pretty close knit group of people. It's not something you guys can work out.

Amber: But they played me Damian.

Damian: I know, and you have every right to be angry. I just think no good friendship is worth throwing out. They all feel bad about what's happening and maybe you're not ready to forgive them now but you should at least consider it. And for God sakes don't leave the show. Everyone loves you.

Amber: yeah, sure.

Damian: they do! I couldn't see why not.

Amber: [sigh] well, since I'm on a Debbie downer rollercoaster I might as well tell you.

Damian: tell me what?

Amber: I'm not as loved as you think. As a matter of fact a lot of people don't like my character on the show.

Damian: I find that very hard to believe.

Amber: I never really told anyone but it hurts my feelings you know. I'm just an actress playing a character and Mercedes is such a great character anyway. So, I don't get all the hate.

Damian: They're just jealous.

Amber: Damian, do you mind coming with me to get some coffee?

Damian: only if you don't mind go out with a guy in pajama pants and a t shirt.

Amber: it's okay. It's already 6 am. I bet the restaurant downstairs is open for breakfast.

Damian: then I'll follow you.

The two got into the elevator and made their way to the hotel restaurant. Amber was right, the breakfast buffet was out for the guests but she was in no mood for food. The two went over to the buffet and made themselves a cup of coffee. Amber sat at a table and Damian followed.

Damian: So, are you really leaving the show? Because then I'd have to reconsider my stay

Amber: [laughing lightly] oh please. Like my stay has any effect on yours or anyones.

Damian: why is it so hard to believe that everyone around you loves you?

Amber: They sure have a funny way of showing it.

Damian: well, it's hard not to love you. I mean you're great, talented, ambitious. You're going like a million miles per hour…

Amber: Please don't say that.

Damian: [smiling] why not?

Amber: because you sound an awful lot like Chord right now.

Damian: oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…

Amber: it's alright. I just can't think about him right now.

Damian: I respect that.

Amber: How could he do that? To me?

Damian's eyes widened as he sipped his coffee

Damian: umm well, I think sometimes guys do stupid things to impress a girl.

Amber: yes if you're in high school! He's 23!

Damian: well he's still young…

Amber: maybe that's it. I should date older guys?

Damian: well, no. not all young guys are immature.

Amber: I just thought he was different. He said all these beautiful things to me.

Damian: [regretting what he was about to say] well, maybe he meant them all. I don't know Chord to well but he doesn't seem like the type to play with someone just for shits and giggles.

Amber: He said Nash helped him with that letter.

Damian: who?

Amber: Nash. His brother.

Damian: so why don't you go straight to the source.

Amber: you think? Do you think he'll help me?

Damian: I think it's a good place to start.

Amber: So, is it worth saving? My relationship with Chord?

Damian: I think only you can answer that question to be honest. I think your friendship with the rest of the cast is definitely worth saving, for sure. For the sake of the fandom. I know you think you're not appreciated but I think its easier to spread hate on the internet than love. There are way more fans that love than those that hate you. They just haven't made it known, I suppose.

Amber: Damian McGinty, how did you get so smart?

Damian: my mama taught me lots of things.

Amber: [laughing] it's our last day in Vegas and I'm sitting her being all depressed. Why don't you go out and enjoy the beautiful day?

Damian: Well, I think I'm going to go back and check on everyone. They all looked pretty messed up. I'll get some sleep and get ready to hit the strip since I can't go to the casinos yet.

Amber: that's right! You're still a baby!

Damian: I resent that comment! [laughing]

Amber: Well, you're definitely more mature than a lot of guys I know.

Damian: thanks. Why don't you join us? We can go shopping?

Amber: [laughing] you like to shop?

Damian: Well, I just love buying souvenirs for my family back in Ireland. You can come with me if you want, I'll treat you to lunch!

Amber: I'd like that Damian. I have a few things I need to take care of though. How bout I text you to see where you are and we can meet up.

Damian: sounds good. Well, I'm going to go then. I'll see you later Amber and keep your chin up, ok?

Amber: thanks Damian.

Damian walked away and Amber sat at her table. She started playing with the ring on her finger and couldn't stop thinking about the argument she just had with her friends only an hour ago. She finished her coffee and stood up. She made her way to the receptionist.

Amber: Excuse me, I'm here with a couple of friends and we have two rooms booked but we're a little crowded. I was wondering If I could just book a room for myself? For tonight? We all leave tomorrow.

Receptionist: That shouldn't be a problem. Let me see what I have available. [the receptionist started typing] I have two rooms. One has a standard Queen size bed with a view to the pool and one with a king sized bed. Both are non-smoking.

Amber: I'll take the first one. How much will it be?

Reception: With taxes, that will be 258.97. We will keep your card on hold in case there are any charges to the room.

Amber: That's fine [she said as she handed her card to the receptionist] I'll take it.

The receptionist did the necessary paperwork and gave Amber her pass key.

Receptionist: Enjoy your stay.

Amber: Thanks.

Amber made her way to her new room but not before stopping by to her old one. She knew Chord would be inside so she had to put on her best stone face. She opened the door and the room was empty. She took advantage of this and got her belongings together. She wrote a note and left it on the dresser.

"I need some time to myself. Enjoy vegas, everyone. We'll talk in L.A. –Amber"

She left the room and made her way to her new room. She opened the door with her card key and dropped all her things by the door. She went into the bathroom and started to draw a bath. While she waited, she charged her phone which was now dead and she looked through her suitcase for shorts and a Tshirt to sleep in. She left them out and went into the bath. She removed her clothes and she felt so relieved. She had been walking around and wearing the same thing for hours. She sat in the bathtub and soaked in closing her eyes.

About twenty minutes had passed and Amber felt herself slipping into a sweet slumber. She got out of the bathtub and went into the room. She looked over to the clock. It was already 7 a.m. she had gone all these hours with no sleep and felt like complete shit. She put on her shorts and T shirt, closed the blinds in the room and threw herself on the hotel bed wrapping herself with the blankets and almost instantly, she fell asleep.

Damian had been on his third dream until Darren woke up.

Darren: Damian, Damian, wake up!

Damian: huh? What? What is it?

Darren: it's 9 a.m.!

Damian: Thank you for being observant. [he said sarcastically and went back to bed]

Darren: no, wake up. It's 9 a.m. and no one's heard from Amber. I saw you walk out after her. Is she alright?

Damian: [he was going to kill Darren] she's fine. She just needs time alone.

Darren: Do you know where she went?

Damian: no. Now please let me sleep. [Damian went back to bed]

Darren sighed and walked over to Amber's old room.

Darren: [to everyone] he has no idea.

Harry: this is all my fault.

Dianna: well, you wouldn't have gone if I didn't send you.

Kevin: And you wouldn't have sent him if you wouldn't have gotten involved in my stupid plans.

Darren: And you wouldn't have any stupid plans if I didn't have this whole, ridiculous idea of wooing her.

Chord: And none of this would have happened if I just didn't stay in Cory's basement. Or if I didn't tell Ryan about making Sam and Mercedes a couple on the show. I should have just never pursued her. Now I hurt her.

Chris: look at you all. You're all a sad little group of people aren't you?

Everyone looked over to Chris.

Lea: What are we going to do? She hates us. Ryan is definitely going to hate us when she tells him she's leaving.

Harry: She can't leave.

Kevin: She won't. I know it.

Jenna: What I don't understand is where in your right minds did you think this would be a good idea?

Kevin: I guess we never thought she'd find out.

Chord: Guys, if she leaves, I'm leaving too.

Darren: Same here.

Dianna: me too

Kevin: Ditto

Vanessa: No one is leaving! Stop being melodramatic! We're going to get our girl back. We just need a plan. Preferably not one drawn up by Kevin.

Kevin: HEY!

Darren: dude, I love you but she's got a point.

MarK: yeah, look where your crazy plan got us.

Cory: Vanessa, we're listening.

Vanessa: well, we have to show her how much we love her. I don't think this can go into fully play until we get back to California but in the meantime, we just need to make sure she's okay.

Harry: I can do that.

Mark: yeah harry's ninja skills are like mega perfect

Harry: Like a boss!

Vanessa: okay, so find out where she is, make sure she's okay. Keep a close eye on her. Chord?

Chord was sitting quietly playing with the pendant he had given her.

Chord: hmmm?

Vanessa: Are you going to be alright?

Chord: yeah. Listen you guys are doing the right thing. This whole this is just really nice and I hope she stays. I have to go. [he got up and gathered his stuff from the room]

Mark: dude! Where are you going?

Chord: back home. I don't think I can ever redeem myself. You know its funny, the one thing I was afraid of, her walking away…and it happened.

Kevin: But its not even your fault.

Chord: no, it is. I did this all to myself. I don't deserve her.

He got his stuff and walked out.

Lea: We have to help him.

Darren: So we're going to help him now?

Dianna: It's the right thing to do.

Vanessa: We're going to help the two of them. And you're all going to play a part

Naya: as long as there are no crazy plots, I'm in

Heather: me too

Chris: Same here.

Jenna: I'm in.

Everyone else nodded.

Darren: I guess, if it's not meant to be, I'm not going to fight it. I can't break up real love. Its uncharacteristic of me

Mark: I settled a long time ago with the idea that I wasn't winning.

Cory: [looking at Lea] I guess I just changed my mind…[smiling]

Kevin: We all know she's going to marry me someday so I'm cool with this. [laughing]

They whole room laughed.

Vanessa: SO…here's the plan…. Everyone, take notes. I'll call this the Rileystreet mission.

Everyone crowded her listened to her plan

Amber got up and looked over to her clock. It was already 11 a.m. She wasn't going to ruin her last day in Vegas by sulking. She got out of bed and walked over her suitcase. She laid the suitcase down which caused her purse from last night to fall to the floor. The purple envelope she had in her purse came spilling out along with her lipgloss and mascara. She reached for the envelope and held it in her hand. She closed her eyes to bring herself back to only a few hours ago when she was sitting in her balcony reading Chord's confession. She remembered what Damian had told her just earlier that morning.

"go to the source"

She noticed her phone had been lit up and grabbed it from the dresser. She had 38 missed calls. Some from Darren, some from Naya, most from Chord. She had 64 text messages, 11 emails, and 23 direct messages on twitter. She ignored them all to browse through her contacts and stopped at Nash Overstreet. She was going straight to the source.