Chapter five time! Good news! This week should run smoothly of updates because I won't have cheerleading practice! So now I can continue with every day updates! Enjoy!

After the winning meal from Buster's Belly Bruisin' Bunny Burgers, Topher looked around at his teammates. Ever since noticing Amy's bossiness from earlier, he decided to pay more attention and analyze people. He might as well. Amy wouldn't let him have the phone back until sun down.

He looked over at Jasmine first. The Aussie was tweedling with branches and twigs, brown eyes filled with total concentration. she seems to know what goes right and what doesn't. Huh. Maybe she's not just a bossy or terrifyingly tall girl. Maybe just really smart. . . She's kind of pretty, not my type though.

Next, he looked at Rodney. The farm boy was watching Jasmine adoringly. He's kind of an idiot. He's really clueless about girls. Pfft. At least I don't have that issue. He should really learn from the master. I.e. me.

He continued going through the others. Scarlett seemed to hold a solid annoyance and secret & Max was just like a toddler. The twins were harder for Topher to figure out.

He looked at Amy first. He was pretty sure it was Amy. She looked mad and was glaring at her sister as the latter painted the former's nails.

Well. . . Amy's more confident, I think. She's also prettier. That beauty mark kind of works for her. Man, the cheerleaders at my school aren't that pretty. She's just kind of bossy. Eh, who cares?

Now he looked at Samey.Well, God, she's been acting weird. I feel bad for her autograph dilemma -gotta remember that- but she is so awkward. Is it because Amy's bossy or what? If it is, well, why does it bother her?

Or maybe Amy's bossy because her sister's weird? Topher was getting tired of analyzing. His brain was hurting. He looked at the sky. It was sun down. He held his hand out to Amy.

"Hey! It's sundown," he said excitedly. Amy rolled her teal eyes.

"Um, hel-lo? Do you not see that I'm busy?" she waved her drying pink nails. Topher waved his hand back, but in annoyance.

"Come onnnn, you said I could have it back! I need to check for a message!" he complained. Amy looked at her nails then sighed. She pushed the bottle over on Samey's skirt, leaving a stain.

"Klutz! Hand him the stupid phone!" Amy commanded, shaking her head. "You owe me new nail polish." Samey reached over grimly and handed Topher the phone. He beamed.

"Thank you," he said, leaving the tree cabin to go search for bars. Sadly, he got no messages from the producers. Only a stupid voice mail from Chris's mom saying his uncle Randy had a heart attack. He shook his head.

"I bet they didn't feel like leaving a message. . ." he mumbled, feeling sad and angry. This was his big chance!

As he wandered, he finally heard his other mission-Chris's voice! He ran the way it was coming from, arms waving frantically.

"Chris! Chris!" he cried, overjoyed. He saw his idol drinking coffee and hanging out with Chef near a television. The older man closed his eyes. He was getting really annoyed with Topher.

"What," he said in a statement, not a question. Topher smiled.

"I had an important mission from earlier I need to discuss with you."

"Topher, as I said before, I'm not letting you host." Topher shook his head.

"Though you'll change your mind in that, that's not the mission. You see, that autograph you gave Samey earlier got ruined. She bled on it or something. I decided that since you and I are friends, I could get a new one for her." Chris just stared at him in utter silence for a few moments.

". . .what?" he asked. He exchanged looks with Chef. Topher scratched his head.

"You didn't hear me? I know that your hearing gets worse with age but-"

"Topher! I heard you, I just don't know what autograph you're talking about. I never gave Samey one." Chris's eyes were filling with rage over Topher's age statement. Topher's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"But Samey sa-"

"Please, just go. Dude, she was obviously lying to you. I would too, so you'd go away. I should've done that for this conversation."

"B-"

"Go. Away." Chef stood up, ready to throw Topher. He finally got the hint and ran off through the island. Chris sat back, sighing.

"That kid used to be okay, what happened?" he asked Chef. Chef shrugged.

"He's a fan of you, what did you expect?" With that comment, Chris nodded until he caught on.

"Hey!"

Next chapter, Topher might try to think over things. . . might.