A/N: Two weeks into quarantine. (I'm using this to keep track) Things are getting pretty boring it seems like it's been a month. But aside from that, not much to say accept thanks for the kind reviews! Oh, and I'm going through the plots quite well, but I'm also making more up 0_o

By the way, thanks for the suggestion Gucci Mane Laflare! I'll definitely include it.

It's gonna be a long story...but then again we're nearly at 40 chapters and close to no end! Looks like this may be twice as long as the first one. It was only 72 chapters long! *Insert me smiling while dying on the inside*

Till next time,

D.L.D


Gwen's P.O.V

"Beautiful..."

We all cheered as we finally finished going through the play. For the first time ever, the whole cast managed to get through the whole thing in one rehearsal. Finally. I was starting to get bored of doing the smae thing over and over. But then again I did have fun in between.

"Yes!" Courtney cheered, wrapping me, Zoey and Dakota into a group hug, "We finally did it! Perfectly as well!"

"Finally," I smiled.

"I could've taken way longer," Zoey sighed, "Trust me. At the pace we were going, we'd be done when we needed to perform."

"The only reason we got through was because Heather wasn't being a diva," Duncan sighed.

"I wonder why the queen of mean's not being her usual self?" Dakota looked at the stick-thin ravenette wearing a blonde wig.

We all followed her gaze and we noticed that Heather wasn't celebrating going through the play. Instead she looked thoughtful, standing on stage as she fumbled with her fingers. Something was bothering her.

"She's probably upset over the latino," Duncan shrugged, "You know how she gets."

"Yeah, I agree him," Courtney nodded before shivering, "I'm saying that way more often these days."

Zoey, Dakota and I laughed at the last comment.

"Well, maybe you guys are finally maturing," I smirked, "It's about time you stopped squabbling over petty things."

"Petty?" Both of them scoffed.

"As if!" Duncan rolled his eyes.

"I'd hardly call what we argued about petty," Courtney defended.

"Sure..." I say as the rest of us shared looks. We all know that when Courtney and Duncan were together to argue about every, little, thing. It made me wonder if they just did it to piss each other off on a daily basis. Thank god Duncan doesn't start that shit with me. But then again I'd probably drop kick him before he gets the chance.

"What are you lameos looking at?" Heather turned to us, a frown on her face.

"You," Zoey answered.

"Why?" Heather scowled.

"You looked like you were missing Alejandro," Dakota smiled.

"Me? Miss that douche! Please!" Heather rolled her eyes as she reddened slightly, before switching on us, "Don't accuse me of missing that Hispanic dick again. He means nothing to me and never will."

She then walked off, her blonde wig bouncing as she swayed her hips. As if she had any curves to show!

"Just proof that she's still a bitch," Duncan spoke and we all nodded in agreement.

"Ok, everyone get back into first scene positions!" Blaineley's voice echoed around the hall, "Celebrating's over! We're gonna run through it again."

Groans went around the hall as we all dragged ourselves to the opening scene's positions. I swear if I don't get my pay from this I'm going to kill Chris and Blaineley.


Taylor's P.O.V

"Ok girls," Eva grinned, "We've all made it to stage two."

"Not much of a surprise," Jo smirked.

"I know," Stephanie placed her arms around my and Jo's shoulder's, "We're the ultimate female boxing group!"

"Not so fast," I say smugly, "We've still gotta make it to the semi's. Plus, we might have to face each other if we get far."

"Taylor's right," Eva nodded, as Stephanie sighed.

"Dammit, I forgot about that," She mumbled, "But beating you to a pulp'll be fun!"

"That's if I don't beat ya to it," Jo placed her hands on her hips, triumphantly, "I'm the strongest after all."

"Strength is nothing in boxing," I say, "You have to be able to utilize it and have control. Otherwise, you'd lose. Look what happened to Lucy."

"You're learning fast," Eva nodded approvingly, "But we'll have to see if you've learned enough. You're against Tessa Banks next."

"Tessa..." Both Jo and Stephanie shivered as they spoke her name.

"She's way better than Lucy," Stephanie spoke as she played with her shirt.

"That weasel cheated me from last year's win," Jo kicked the ground, "You gotta be careful around her. She cleans up good."

"But Taylor won't need to be careful," Eva smiled as she went into her bag, "From what I've gathered on Tessa, thanks to my loyal source, she's a fast fighter. Broad shoulders, stocky and powerful she seems unbeatable. However..."

Eva then pulled out a picture of my next opponent. A caramel skinned girl with light brown eyes and hair braided back stared at me, her lips in a straight line and gaze unreadable.

"However what?" Jo and Stephanie both raised a brow at a now chuckling Eva.

"However, she forgets to protect her chest and abdomen," She looked at us all, "She stresses about her face so much, she leaves her torso exposed. Utilize it."

I nodded before getting my earphones and phone. I have a feeling that today I'll be working extra hard.


Katie's P.O.V

"What do you mean you can't do it anymore?" I squeak.

It was lunch break and I was busy in the common room getting down my new design ideas along with eating the cupcakes DJ made me. He's such a sweet guy, I wish I had more time to spend with him. I can't remember the last time we went out... Ekk! That's bad.

"I'm sorry, but the stress is way too much," Blythe, one of the designers on my team, sighed, "Plus my dad's moving to another state, I gotta be with him. Especially since he'll be lonely without my mom..."

"Don't worry, I get it," I tried to sound understanding, "I'll just have to find a replacement."

"Thanks for understanding, Katie," She sounded happier, "Once again, I'm really sorry."

"It's ok," I insist, "Now, I'm gonna try to get these designs done. Make sure to stay in contact."

"Definitely," She responded and the call ended.

I sighed as I took a bite out of a cupcake. It had swirly buttercream frosting and I couldn't help but feel better as I ate. But it wasn't enough. I'm still one designer short and the deadline for the designs is getting ever closer and closer. The very thought of being empty handed made me want to tear my hair out! I had to find a replacement ASAP.

"Stripes aren't really a good look," My eyes widened at the sound of someone's voice. Only someone who's got good fashion sense, or really hates stripes would say that.

"But it's my lucky jersey!" I looked over to see Jo with a frown, "I've got a match later today!"

"I'd ditch the stripes and wear polka dots," Brick shrugged, "Plus vertical are way worse than horizontal."

"How the frick do you know all this, Soggy McGee?" She folded her arms.

"I got bored at the barracks a few summers ago," He sighed, "Sadly the only things around were fashion magazines."

"Are you actually being for real?!" Jo burst into laughter, "So, you're a fashion expert now?"

"It wouldn't say expert, but I'm interested in it," Brick smiled slightly, "But I can't. I'm no good at designing."

"I'd disagree with that," I say from my table, "From what you've said I'd totally put you on my designing team!"

"You would?" Brick's eyes seemed to sparkle, "...but you wouldn't want me designing."

"I so would," I smile, "In fact I'm a designer down so you're, like, totally what I need."

"You've got to be kidding me," Jo rolled her eyes.

"You're being serious?" Brick raised a brow as he looked at me.

"Most serious and real I can get," I chuckled, "So what do you say? Wanna design on my team?"


DJ's P.O.V

I was relaxing in my dorm, eating a few chocolate dipped strawberries Mama made me, while Cameron was busy doing something to do with the vlogs. He soon stopped and showed me his laptop screen, beaming as he did.

"We hit 1K subscribers and counting!" He smiled, "We've gotta tell Owen."

"Definitely," I nodded, "But this is great news!"

"That's not all," Cameron grinned, "You've also been scheduled to do and Q & A for a local news channel. No-one can get enough of your delicious recipes!"

"That's good, Mama always said good food is best when shared," I smiled in return.

"I'll contact Owen," Cameron got his phone and sent a message, "It's planned for next week."

"That soon?" I say, gulping slightly. Now that I think about it being in front of so many people at one time is a little daunting.

"Yep," Cam nods as he goes back to typing and sending emails, "A few fans have also requested a recipe book."

"A book?" I say half in my thought, half in question.

"Yep," Cam nodded again, "But you don't have to do everything they suggest. Remember you do this because you want to, not to please the masses."

"Oh, I know," I say as I think about writing a book.

I may be reluctant to appear on TV in front of a bunch of people, but maybe sharing more of my passion through a recipe book may be something I want to do.


Dawn's P.O.V

I sighed as I played with a loose strand of my hair. Today I'd tried to do something different, so I plaited my hair into two pigtails. Sure it's a little childish, but it made me feel a litter better about the whole Break thing being revealed. That's why I'm here.

Amy dragged me Cameron and Mike's dorm to tell them what's going on. Honestly I know that she's correct in doing so, but I can't help but resent her for it. I told her that I had it under control, but apparently my breakdown from yesterday didn't help her confirm that. So as always she's been headstrong and coerced me into coming.

"Amy?" Cameron blinked as he answered the door, "Dawn?"

"Hey, Cam," She smiled at him, "How's it been?"

"Ok," He shrugged, "It's a shame Scarlett ended up being locked up, though. I enjoyed talking about social sciences with her."

"You did enjoy that," I found myself smiling softly, "Don't worry, I'm sure your visits are just as enjoyable."

"They're ok," He smiled slightly, "Anyway, why are you guys here?"

"We need to talk to you and Mike," Amy spoke. Her tone was serious and plain, as if she were assigned to be protecting a valuable object or piece of information. But then again MPD isn't a light subject. We have to keep it in the closet away from prying eyes.

"Ok, come in," He moved to the side allowing us to come in, "Mike's just making something in the kitchen. I'll go get him."

"Much appreciated," I sighed.

"Thanks," Amy nodded, "Let's go to the living room."

.0.0.0.

Once we were all seated in the living room, each with their own comforts and ready to talk, conversation began easily.

"So, what's up?" Mike raised a brow.

"We haven't had an MPD emergency for months now," Cameron agreed, "Not since the Scarlett incident."

"I know," Amy sighed as she tugged at her braids. I've noticed that she wears them a lot more often now. Maybe she's finally adapting to be her own person. That's good. "But it's really important."

"Define 'important'," Cam spoke as he took a bite of a cupcake. I presume DJ made them. DJ always had a gift with cooking, it's no wonder he's so successful with his vlogs. I'm happy for him.

"It's Dawn," Amy sighed as she said it.

My attention is perked as I hear my name. I was observing everything. Great. That means I'm extremely nervous or know that I'm in for a difficult time. Red dusts my cheeks and neck as I look at the others, eyes wide and voice lost.

"Dawn?" Both Mike and Cameron sound confused.

"Yes," Amy nodded as she took a sip of her tea, "She's got MPD like me and Mike."

"That's..."

"Incredible!" Cameron grinned as he got out the notepad he carried everywhere.

"Terrifying!" Mike's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated.

Finally someone who understood my fear. Mike knows exactly why I wanted to keep Break secret. She's not like Val or Cady, she's on a Mal scale. She's the ultimate evil in my mind, or the equivalent of it. I wouldn't call Break evil she just...knows how to pull strings.

"How is it terrifying?" Amy chuckled, "Right Cam?"

"Yes, it's a revelation! It's more chance to research psychology!" Cameron beamed as he cleaned his glasses, "Please Dawn, tell me everything you know."

"You guys don't get it," I sighed, and Mike nodded, "Break can't be analyzed or controlled. She's like Mal, she's part of me. She can't be erased, she can't be split. Only I can eradicate her and I won't because she holds memories of my childhood."

"Elaborate on that?" Cameron raised a brow.

Mike and I just sighed.

"If you guys really want to know, we have to go to Scarlett," I say in a low voice, "She's the one who can give you answers without releasing them."

"She's right," Mike nodded, "We have to go to Scarlett."

Silence filled the room as my and Mike's words sank in.


Noah's P.O.V

I sighed as the sun began to set and everyone began to close up their stores. I'd been looking for a new job all day hoping to get a better position than the one I had with Geoff. So far I've had no luck only being able to work in a fast food chain and that's definitely not for me. I'll never be caught dead working in one of those.

As I walked down the street, some stores shutting and others getting ready for the night-shift, I saw a sign in an ice-cream parlor. Yes I said ice-cream parlor. But what have I got to lose? There's no way I'm going back to Chris for a job and I need a way to pay his ridiculous college fee.

Going against my better judgement I walk into the ice-cream parlor, which was actually decently clean. I approach the counter, only to be greeted by a familiar redhead.

"Noah!" Izzy grinned, ice-cream on her cheeks, "I'm so glad that you're here. It was getting so boring."

"Um...I was looking for a job," I say turning to leave, "But seeing that you're here I'll pass-"

"Ah, an applicant for the job!" A tubby man with ginger hair and freckles came from the office.

"Sir I think you're mistaken I-"

"If you pass the whole applicant phase you'll get paid weekly," he began to babble on about the job, "In return for a few shifts a week, since you're probably a student, I'll pay you decently."

"He's right," Izzy beamed, "How do you think I afford going monster trucking on Saturdays!"

"Wow..." I say as I think about my situation. I could work with a nutty redhead, earn enough cash to pay Chris' fees and have extra; or I could have no job and probably go back to Chris and grovel for my old job back. I shiver at the very thought of working with Topher and Chris' stupid demands again.

"I'll take the job," I say before instantly thinking.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into now?


Topher's P.O.V

"I need my daily caffeine intake!" Chris spoke as he sat in his chair, ready to watch the Drama Bros rehearse for the upcoming concert.

"On it, Chris!" I dashed to an assistant and told them to go on a coffee run. I have the authority to do that now. Chris has promoted me since Noah quit.

To be honest, he shouldn't have. Just proved the point that he was lazy. He didn't even say he was coming on tour, he immediately declared that he was taking leave. Probably because he can't be far from Emma. The two of them are really clingy.

"Topher! I need a nail filing, ASAP!"

Smiling I get the nail filer from my pocket. I always carry one around since looking handsome is a number one priority for Chris and therefore it's one for me too. As I file his nails, the band members give me odd glances.

"Aren't you asking a lot of him Chris?" Cody blinked.

"Yeah," Justin agreed, "I do enjoy a good nail filing but I do it myself. Guys like Topher don't understand beauty like I do."

"Gosh, that's a stretch Chris," Harold shook his head, "That's a new level of laziness."

Trent didn't say anything, he was texting someone. Probably Amy. I've caught of few glimpses of the two talking. I don't get why they won't hook up yet, everyone can see they're smitten but they insist they're friends. Friends my ass. It's written all over their constant conversations and the smile they bring to each other's faces. Chris taught me to sense drama and those two have got it all over them.

"My co-assistant if fine filing my nails," Chris rolled his eyes, "Just get on with practice. This concert's gonna be huge, meaning the income will be."

"That's all you seem to care about," Cody sighed.

"What about the girls? Or the compliments?" Justin raised a brow as he looked at Chris.

"Nah, I'm cool," Chris shrugged, "Now practice! That includes you Trent, I see you texting your lover."

"She's just a friend Chris!" Came the reply.

It always was the same.

"Friend, fuck? It's the same thing," Chris shrugged, "Just don't make her distract you from performing. You guys are bringing in a good profit."

The sound of groans filled the room, before the sound of instruments covered it and practice began.

As I filed my idol's nails, I couldn't help but think that in a few months all of Chris' secrets will be mine and I'll be able to take over his legacy. It was an exciting and I couldn't wait for it to actually happen. After all he is getting old.