hey all! it's chapter 4! yay! by the way, there's some mild Bash Slash in this chapter, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

the rest of you, especially you Bash Slash lovers, read and review for me and Cimmy, ok? it's mild in this chapter, but it will get heavier later on, we promise! neither of us has really written heavy slash, so we're sort of holding off a little and practicing to make sure it's not stupid or unrealistic or unbelievable. congratulate Cimmy, she wrote the Bash Slash in this chapter!

disclaimer: The Ducks belong to Disney. Fred and Cecilia belong to Cimmy. Lex, Jeff, and their band belong to NYgoldfish54.

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Chapter 4: The Truth Is In There
By Cimmy

Guy's POV

'Germaine, Robertson.' That's so unfair! I want to share room with Connie, but I'm stuck with Dwayne. Dwayne snores. Fred got to sleep in his girlfriend's room (or the other way around), so why shouldn't I be allowed to do the same?

"Guy? Could I have the bed next to the window?" Dwayne asks. Unfortunately my answer comes out as a grunt. Now my whole day will be ruined.

"Haven't you two unpacked yet?" Portman sticks his head in to our room. "Did you notice that they emptied our mini-bar? That's so unfair!"

Well, at least he got his priorities straight. "What's up?" I ask stupidly.

"We're going to look around!" Portman yells excitedly. "And look for hot babes. Have any of you seen Fulton? He's missing."

"Maybe he fell out of the limo on the way here," I suggest. "I wouldn't be surprised at all."

"Stop it!" Portman howls. "Anyway, are you coming or not?"

"Is Fred going to be there?" I mutter. It's not his fault, I know, but I still think he's hell.

"Nah, he disappeared with Jeff or Lex or someone. I don't know, he's gone anyway. Why?" Portman asks.

I shrug and grab Dwayne's arm. "Let's go!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Dwayne whines and drops his socks on the floor. "Where?"

"I don't know!" I shout enthusiastically. "Out!"

Both Portman and Dwayne give me a strange look, but what do I care? I'm not going to let my bad mood destroy this vacation.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Connie comes running in. "We gotta go check out the pool!" she squeaks and grab my hand. I almost forgot about her, and that she was on this trip. What was I thinking?

Now I don't care about that idiot Fred anymore, because Connie is being way too sweet and cute to me. It would be incredibly annoying, had it been any other couple doing it, but now it's not.

Connie won't stop talking about all the things she plan on doing this week. "...and then we could go to a restaurant or something, even though the food here is free..." I hear her say on the way down.

"And!" she yells, making me jump several feet. "There's also Disney Land! Woohoo!"

I laugh at her. "Could you calm down a bit? I'm still nauseous from the car-ride."

Connie runs past me and out on the terrace. Now she's giving me a head-ache. Where did she get this energetic behavior?

I see some of the players by the pool, so I stroll down to them, while Connie runs around like a maniac, scaring dogs by the kennel.

"We found something to drink," Averman tells me when I get up to them. "It's got umbrellas! And you can choose the color yourself!"

"How much fun!" I say sarcastically. "Do they have a blue one?"

"They have EVERY color," he shouts back.

"What's up your ass, Germaine?" Charlie asks while yanking a sandwich out of Adam's hand. "Why are you being such a sour-puss?"

Well, first of all it was the flight. I hate flying. Then it was the car-ride. I hate car-rides. Then it was the unfair treatment. I hate those too.

"I'm not! I'm just suffering from... jet-lag," I reply. The rest of them laugh. I didn't know I was that funny.

"So, what's our plan for tonight?" Julie cuts in, probably tired of talking about me. "Should we do something together?"

"Uh-huh," Charlie says, still fighting with Adam about the sandwich. I notice that he's changed clothes. "Where are the hosts anyway? Maybe they have made plans for us?"

Connie comes bouncing back and throw her arms around my neck, almost making me double over. I hate when she does that. Although I don't mind... She seems incredibly excited about something, but I don't dare to ask what it is.

"Hey, Julie, you wanna go shopping?" she cheers in Julie's direction. "Guy? Wanna go to the pool?"

Oh, that's why she's so happy? She's found a way to duplicate herself. "Umm, all at the same time?" Russ says before I have the chance to say anything. "Maybe you should sit down and chill for a second. You're making all of us nervous with your skipping and cheering."

"Okey-dokey," Connie answers and sits down on the grass. "Now what?"

"We're trying to decide what to do tonight," Adam explains to her and move away from Charlie. "Any suggestions?"

"Oh, I got tons!" Connie exclaims and get up once more, but Portman grab her arm and yanks her down again.

"Be still, woman!" he shouts. "You're really annoying when you're like this!"

Connie stretches her tongue out towards him, but doesn't say something clever back.

I hear Ken mumble something, and when I listen more carefully, I hear he's singing. My God, we've pushed him over the edge; the poor guy has finally lost it. "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round," poor Ken sings. "The wheels on the bus go round and round, round the whole damn city. Are we doing something or what?!"

That last thing he screams and I start laughing again. "We could look around," I say. Yep, that wasn't my suggestion in the first place, but it's all I can come up with.

"We found alcohol," someone announces behind me. It's Fulton, and his new-found best friend Cecilia.

It's in the middle of the day, and they have alcohol? Why do I have the feeling that this will end in disaster?

Charlie quickly gets up from the lawn. "No one's drinking!" he says sharply. "Gimme the booze!"

"You have to ask nicely," Cecilia tells him, but Charlie just pushes her to the ground.

"I'm serious," Charlie continues, and he sounds really serious.

"Well, I am not," Fulton replies. "I was kidding, there's no alcohol."

I hear a bunch of sighs coming from the rest of the group, but Charlie doesn't pay any attention to them. "You better be joking," he hisses. Since when did he become Captain Responsible?

"What's the big deal?" Adam mutters. "It was just a joke!"

That's the beginning of a new argument between the two. I stay out of it, for once.

Connie slips away through the commotion, and I follow her.

"Wait, Connie, where are you going?"

"Well, if you all are going to fight and argue on this trip, I'm going to look around on my own!" she smiles. "Are you going to fight, or you wanna come with me?"

"What about the jet-lag?" I say even more stupidly.

"Forget about the dumbass jet-lag! Let's go to the pool!" Connie exclaims and drags me along.

I can totally live with that.

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Portman's POV

I've lost Fulton again. He disappeared during the Duck-fight. Since I'm certain he went inside, I run in through the doors to catch him.

I see him walking towards the hallway.

"Hey, Fulton, wait up!" I shout. He stops immediately, looks over his shoulder and then he keeps walking. Hey, what did I do this time?

"Where are you going?" I ask curiously. "What's with the attitude?"

"What attitude?" he finally answers. "I just thought you'd rather hang out with your friend." The way he says the word 'friends' makes me think of the Exorcist. I don't know why, really.

"You're my friend," I say, but realize that it wasn't the right thing to say at this time. "Umm, I mean, I want to spend time with you too, of course!"

Fulton shrugs. Then he keeps walking, and I decide to follow him. "So, speaking of friends..." I begin, just to have something to say.

"Yeah?" Fulton mutters.

"What's the deal with you and Psycho?" I ask. "Are you just hanging out with her to annoy me?"

Fulton snickers. "Nah, I think she's hanging out with me to annoy YOU."

Yeah, probably. To drag Fulton away from me is really to hit below the belt. "Anyway, this is not about her," Fulton says. "It's about us. And the fact that you're terrified about the thought of people finding out about..."

"About what?" I cut him off. "There's nothing to know."

Fulton shakes his head. "You can't live a double-life. Even if Connie happens to know how to duplicate herself, I know for a fact that you can't," he explains, like I'm a small child who needs to know that it's bad to steal other children's' candy.

I guess he's right. Even if everyone else thinks that we're just friends, it's wrong to pretend to be someone you're not. Although, that's his opinion, I'm fine with living a double-life. It makes me feel like a superhero.

"You know I care about you," I finally settle with saying. "You're my best friend... I mean..."

"You can't even express what you feel," Fulton sighs. "But that's okay. Why change a winning concept?"

He lost me on that sentence. I look over my shoulder to see if anyone from the team is present. They're not, so I grab Fulton's arm to make him stop.

"You know what you mean to me," I tell him and put my hand on his cheek. I'm just about to lean closer to kiss him when the door next to us opens up and Connie comes bursting out. I panic and push Fulton into the doorway and he disappears with a thud.

Connie gives me a smile and continues bouncing away through the hallway. The second later Guy comes running. He takes a leap over Fulton and follows Connie.

I look at Fulton, who's fallen into the closet with clothes. He doesn't look all that happy, and I know I'm losing several points for this.

I can't come out of the closet and now Fulton's back in it too.

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percussion: the pairings in this story are Portman/Fulton (yeah, definitely Bash Slash in case you didn't pick it up from this chapter), Connie/Guy (we're keeping them together in this story), Julie may hook up with someone (quite possibly Jeff), and Fred/Cecilia. the rest of the pairings? well, there will be more, but we're not sure about them yet. they'll roll out as the story rolls on.