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Peace and Peaches,
            Kristine and Cimmy

disclaimer: The Ducks belong to Disney. Fred and Cee belong to Cimmy. Lex, Jeff, Chris, Anna, Sammie, Anthony, and Matt belong to NYgoldfish54.

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Chapter 7: Bruised Egos
By Cimmy

Cecilia's POV

I rush to my room. I've been gone way too long; I just know it.

I bumped into Portman by the pool about an hour after I left the room. He kept me occupied all night with his stupid card-games. He also kept my away from meeting the others, and I guess he did it on purpose just to get me into trouble.

By now, I've realized that I'm missing and that the others could be out looking for me. Stupid Portman, he's trying to get me killed. Because I will be dead if Charlie finds out what I've been doing.

No one is in the hallway, thank God. I quickly unlock the door and sneak in. It's dark, but I can still see that Fred is sleeping on the bed. Maybe he didn't notice I was gone?

He's supposed to be the responsible and mature one. He's always looking after everyone and he acts older then he is. So that makes me look bad all the time.

I lean over him and touch his cheek. He opens his eyes and look at me. "How are you?" I ask.

He looks genuinely surprised that I'm there. He probably didn't even miss me. My heart pounds faster. He doesn't care about me anymore.

"Fine, I suppose," he answers. I sit down next to him and kiss him on the forehead. "I thought you were hanging out with Fulton."

He looks the other way, and suddenly he flies up. My head bumps into his and I fall off the bed. "You're not Cecilia!" he shouts. Yes, I am! Aren't I?

It's not me he's talking to. It's the person next to him. The person is Lex. She's been sleeping in my bed! Oh, I'd really like to hear this explanation!

"Sorry, I guess I fell asleep," Lex says and sit up. "Don't worry, we were just talking. Fred didn't feel so well…"

"Talking?" I squeak, completely misinterpreting the whole situation. Usually I don't get this worked up about these things, but he said that he wanted to talk to me. And now it looks like he and Lex has become best friends, while talking about things he SHOULD be talking to ME about!

"Well, go on!" I say. "I guess that talking to me isn't good enough, huh?"

"Calm down," Fred mumbles. "I have a headache. And I talked to you, but you decided to get drunk instead."

I don't stay to listen to the rest of the conversation. I hear that Lex calls my name, but I'm busy trying to think of a place I can sleep at. I end up at the floor in the hallway, thinking how it's all my fault because I can't even listen to my boyfriend when he talks.

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Ken's POV

We had decided that we should all get together and eat breakfast, so we could talk about our plans for the week.

Almost everyone is excited about the upcoming events, with a few exceptions. Lex looks tired, Portman seems to suffer from the same thing, and Fred has his head against the table. Cecilia hasn't even showed up yet.

"When are we going to Disney World?" Connie exclaims and spills out some of Guy's milk. "I have already made a list on what rides I should go on!"

Charlie shakes his head and overlooks the fact that Connie's on some sort of drug. "I guess we could go whenever. Or did you made plans for us, Lex?"

Lex is resting her head against her hand and barely even looks at Charlie. "What? No, I guess we didn't."

There's some weird vibe between her and Fred today, because every time she talks, he sighs. And then he smiles.

"So, when are we going?" Connie cheers.

"Yeah, when?" Averman asks. "I just have to go on the Dumbo ride!"

"Nah, I'll think that one's a little too fast for me," Russ laughs. "Why the Dumbo ride?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Luis begins, but Julie interrupts him before he gets the chance to finish his insult.

"Can we go today?" Connie almost shouts.

Portman looks up. "What's the noise about?" he mutters, oblivious to what's going on around him. Cecilia comes walking in and without a word she sits down next to Connie. Connie is still waving her arms around and doesn't notice her new table-buddy.

More people come up to the table. I don't recognize any of them, so I assume it's the band Lex and Jeff was talking about. Lex just nods in their direction.

"This is the rest of our band," Jeff explains to us. "Guys, this is the Ducks."

He introduces us all, and then he turns to the band-members. "This is Matt, Anna, Sammie, Chris and Anthony."

The rumor is already out about how Fred got drunk lost night. And how he got his ass kicked too. At least I know about it, so that means that everybody else has got to know it too. While Anthony is trying to apologize to Fred, who's clearly very uninterested, we keep eating.

The food here is great! There's ham and egg and bacon and pancakes and sandwiches and yogurt and porridge and sausages and cereals and wow! You're allowed to take how much you want, and believe me, we did. I can honestly say that I almost rolled away from the table when we were done.

"You wanna go to Disney World?" Connie asks me. I think that's all the verbal skills she has on this trip.

"If you want me to throw up, sure," I smile. "Otherwise you have to wait."

"It's free, Kenny," she reminds me. "Free for all!"

We go over to the elevator. Before going out into the world of Donald Duck, I have to change to another pair of shoes. Connie is just following me, I guess because no one else stands to have her around anymore.

I see Cecilia by the elevator, and now she's upset with Anthony for some reason. I thought they hadn't even met. But I guess punching Fred is bad enough.

Connie drags me along to her and Julie's room. "Maybe she wants to tag along?"

I guess there's no better way to spend a day, then to spend it at Disney World. Although, according to Connie's shifty plans, I think we could end up pretty much anywhere.

We meet up with the rest of the group downstairs a few minutes later. Some are still moping, but generally it's a happy bunch of teenagers. Who wouldn't be happy at a place like this?

I throw an eye at Fred, who's now having a big-ass bruise on his cheek as well. Probably caused by either his nutty girlfriend or someone else he's managed to make crazy. I guess that not everyone is happy at a place like this.

But what do I care? Rich people and their problems. Pfff. Lex is like a patch on Fred, forcing him into putting some ice on his bruise.

Connie grabs my hand and drags me outside. It's sunny, without a cloud in sight.

I think what everyone else is probably realizing. The queues are going to be terrible! (author's note: queues = lines) That is if Connie lets us get all the way to the theme park without any crazy adventures on the side.

Not unlikely.

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crazy4nc128: don't feel too bad for Fred, he'll get his happy ending eventually.

percussion: I didn't take it from the story, though I've read it. It's a good story…yeah, we do update fast. It's summer time and I've got nothing to do...oh and YOUR MOM!