NOTE: So sorry guys… so sorry. You know what? I'ma stop apologizing and just let you guys read… damn feigns…

DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez =(

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It was seven in the morning. All three guys were fast asleep. None of them were expecting company… but the damn doorbell rang anyway.

Eddie turned over in his bed. "Mm not getting it." He mumbled.

Matt turned over in his. "Um not gittin' it."

Jeff had no choice but to kick off the covers and get out of bed. He shivered as the morning cold greeted him. He was only wearing boxers and socks.

Jeff cleared his throat. "Who is it?"

"It's me!"

Jeff recognized that voice… no… it couldn't be…

"Trish, what are you doing here?" Jeff asked as he let open the door. "…with suitcases?"

Trish smiled. "Morning, sunshine!" She placed a quick kiss on his lips and made a face. "Morning breath… where can I put my stuff?"

"On the floor… um… why do you have suitcases anyway?"

Trish rolled her eyes. "I'm moving in, silly! Now where's my room?" Trish smiled and began to look around the house.

Jeff's eyes widened. "Oh whoa, whoa, whoa. This is a guys apartment… strictly guys. You can't move in. Why are you doing this anyway?"

Trish walked up to Jeff. She got so close; their noses were practically touching. She snapped out of her perky character for a second. "You were the one who made the bet, honey." She snapped right back in. "Now, can you show me where my room is?"

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"So… we live with a chick now?" Matt whispered to Jeff. The three of them sat at the table, waiting for breakfast.

"I like her! She's making us breakfast." Eddie whispered back.

Jeff shook his head. "Eddie… she can't cook, dude."

Eddie slammed his fists on the table, causing everything to shake. "OUT! I WANT HER OUT!"

"Eddie, Eddie… shhh… she'll hear you." Jeff mumbled, tugging at his friend's SpongeBob pajamas.

"So what? She can't cook."

Matt laughed.

"Don't encourage him."

Eddie pouted.

Just then, Trish came in with a pitcher of orange juice. "Did I hear shouting?" She asked.

Matt and Jeff shook their heads. Eddie just sat there, looking pissed.

"Oh… okay. Well, breakfast will be here shortly." Trish placed the pitcher on the table and blew Jeff a kiss.

Jeff flashed her a phony smile and "caught" it. Trish winked and walked back into the kitchen.

Jeff clapped his hands, pretended to put something on the table, and then pounded on it fiercely. "Stupid… air… kisses!" He growled.

Matt laughed.

"Don't encourage him." Eddie said.

"Breakfast is ready!" Trish squealed, practically bouncing to the table. She set down a plate of toast – which was incredibly burnt, a plate of bacon – which wasn't cooked well, and a plate of scrambled eggs – which actually seemed decent.

"Oh. I forgot to bring you all forks. Be right back… serve yourselves in the meantime." Trish skipped back into the kitchen.

Matt picked up a piece of toast. "What the…"

"That shit is darker than the sun!" Eddie cried.

"Eddie… the sun is bright…" Jeff said.

"So then it's darker than the sun, asshole."

"Here you go, boys." Trish perked, handing each one of them a fork.

"Thank you, Trish." They said in unison.

"No problem. Chow down!"

Matt attempted to bite into a piece of toast. Little charred crumbs rolled off and fell onto the table.

Jeff attempted to eat a piece of bacon. He chewed… and chewed… it was really rubbery so he gave up and just swallowed.

Eddie stabbed a piece of egg. He put it in his mouth and began to chew. He was smiling, so it must've tasted good… until he crunched on an eggshell.

Trish's breakfast looked perfect. She ate happily and eyed the other guys. "Eddie how's your food?"

Eddie mumbled a few cusswords in Spanish.

Trish smiled. "Jeff?"

"Delicious." He said unenthusiastically.

"Mark?"

Matt looked up. "My name is Matt."

"Oh I'm sorry. How's your food, Mitch?"

"M –"

Jeff swiftly kicked Matt under the table.

"Wonderful."

The three guys watched as Trish ate her food. Her toast was toasted perfectly; her eggs didn't make a sound when she chewed on them, and her bacon was cooked.

Jeff raised an eyebrow. "Trish? I thought you didn't eat meat."

She bit into a piece of bacon. "I didn't… but I do now."

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