A/N: Alright, I'm back. I would have updated a couple days ago but my computer has been down. But I'm back and here's Chapter 20. I hope it's not too bad!

20.

"Louis, pay the man," Twitty said nudging Louis.

Louis was scrambling through his pockets.

"Louis??" Tom asked.

The guys had gone out to eat on their third night out and they had gone to a fancy restaurant, or at least one that didn't give the patrons disposable utensils. Louis said he would buy dinner for the guys. However, he forgot all his cash in the hotel room. He had a panicked look on his face and Tom and Twitty weren't looking especially happy with their buddy. Then Louis' face lit up. "Ah ha!" he said holding up a credit card. "Found it!" Tom and Twitty let out a sigh of relief. Louis gave the card to the waiter and he was off to get the bill all set. Louis wiped sweat from his brow. "Whew."

"Hey, Lou, I didn't know you had a credit card."

"I don't, it's my dad's."

"Your dad let you borrow his credit card?"

"Yeah, well, um, he doesn't really know he let me borrow it, if you get my drift."

"You stole your dad's credit card?! Louis, the bill for dinner might be close to $100. What are you going to do when your dad pays the credit card bill next month?"

"Well, I'm hoping to be moved off to college by then."

"I didn't think you were going to college, man," Twitty asked.

"Yeah, well to avoid my dad, I might just have to go!" Twitty, Tom, and Louis were all laughing as the waiter returned with the bill for Louis to sign for.

"You never quit, man," Twitty said. Louis proudly shrugged his shoulders and they took off. "Where to next, bud?"

"Lets go do some putt-putt golf," Louis suggested, and they were off. The gang arrived at a nearby miniature golf course with a big sign that read, "Ziggy's Putt-Putt-Pan-O-Rama." The attendant at the front desk asked Louis for money for three games. Louis quickly looked at Twitty and Tom because he certainly didn't have any cash, but . . . he did have that credit card! So, the card was swiped again, and they took off running for the course. There wasn't an enormous amount of trouble caused except when Louis hit his golf ball too hard, causing it to bounce off the green, ricochet off the windmill, bounce down the hill, and in mid-bounce land in the mouth of the yawning golf course manager. Needless to say, the manager was not as amused as Louis, Twitty and Tom were, who were laughing heartily at the event. The manager was looking pretty mad, and the guys dropped their clubs and darted across several of the holes and interrupting several games while in a mad dash for the parking lot. Once they escaped, they figured maybe it was time to turn in for the night.

By the time they reached the hotel, Twitty asked Louis, "So, Lou, you're really gonna go to college after all?"

"Maybe. I mean, I know it's really late to be doing this, but I actually did apply."

"Really?? Where?" Tom asked.

"Um, the University of Western California at Anaheim. You know, UWCA. Right by Disneyland."

"Hey, you'll be nearby then," Twitty said. Twitty was going to go to UCLA.

"Not me! I'm at Harvard!" Tom proudly announced.

"Yeah, Tom, we know. You're Mr. 4.0 GPA, 1600 SAT, blah blah blah," Louis said.

"Easy, Lou," Twitty said trying to settle him down. "What's up, man?"

"Nothing, lets watch a movie tonight," Louis said.

"Alright then."

The guys retired to the hotel room for the night. Tom went to bed early. Apparently "Black Sheep" was a little too much for him in one night. When the movie was over, it was about midnight and Louis and Twitty were pretty tired. Louis crawled into his bed, and Twitty into his. Twitty turned out the light and thought for a second. Then the light was back on. "Wait a minute. Lou, isn't Tawny going to the UWCA too?"

Louis rolled over, looked Twitty in the eye, and rolled back over and went to sleep. And the light was out again.

Back in Sacramento:

"Dean residence, Tawny speaking."

"Hi Tawny. It's me," Corey said.

"Hey there, cutey. What's up?"

"Not much. I was feeling a little bummed out, with the summer theater group kind of flopping, you know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I was just thinking about having a party sometime next week."

"A party? That sounds cool."

"So you wanna come?"

"Of course. Why would I not?"

Corey grinned fiendishly and said, "Great. It'll be worth it. Bye."

"Bye."

A/N: I hope there's no such place as the University of Western California at Anaheim because I just made it up. So long for now.