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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Eddie and Matt glared at Jeff from across the table. They were eating yet another horrendous meal prepared by Trish.

Jeff felt terrible. He was putting his best friends through the hell that he was supposed to be going through alone. Matt and Eddie seemed cool about it in the beginning, but Trish was really getting to them.

Trish looked up to see that none of the guys were eating. Jeff looked kind of sad and Matt and Eddie looked kind of… pissed.

"Are you guys okay?" Trish asked nicely.

Nobody said anything.

"Guys?"

"I'm fine, Trish." Jeff mumbled.

"Why isn't anyone eating?" Trish asked.

Matt shook his head.

Eddie stood up. "Maybe 'cause this food tastes like crap!" He yelled.

Trish bit her lip and her eyes grew watery.

"Eddie!" Jeff yelled.

"I'm sorry, man, but somebody had to tell her! Trish, you can't cook! I just want… I just want a Happy Meal." Eddie whined.

Trish stood up and collected the plates of untouched food. "Sorry for trying." She mumbled. She disappeared into the kitchen.

Jeff shook his head. "Eddie, dude –"

"He's right, Jeff." Matt said.

Jeff raised an eyebrow.

"She's getting on my last nerve, too. I mean… she still doesn't know my name and everything she does or says is… annoying."

"But –"

"She has to go, man. Or else I will." Matt stood up.

"Oh come on, guys, it's not that serious!" Jeff yelled.

Eddie's eyes widened. "Have you seen the bathroom?! She replaced my Head & Shoulders with Pantene Pro V! Jeff, my hair's so healthy, it shines!" Eddie shook his short, brown curls for emphasis.

Matt nodded. "Uh-huh. And, the cabinets are full of pads and tampons… I mean… how much do they bleed?" Matt shuddered.

Jeff sighed. "Guys, she's a really great person… just give her a chance! She's only been living here for two days!"

"Too much has happened within this two-day period." Matt said. "I'm tired of the Wheat Thins, the V8 Splash, the shampoo, the pads… I'm done, man."

"But –"

"Me, too."

Matt and Eddie both went into their rooms and slammed their doors. Jeff sighed and walked into the kitchen.

"Trish, I –"

"I'll take my stuff out the bathroom." She said softly.

"Trish, no –"

"They hate me… I'll just… I'll… I'll move out." She glued her eyes to the floor.

Jeff grinned. "You will?"

Trish slapped Jeff's chest. "No, stupid, I'm staying! This is the part where you call your brother and Eddie jerk-offs and tell me how much you want me to stay."

"Oh."

"Jeez, don't sound so excited."

Jeff sighed. "I'm sorry… it's just that Matt threatened to move out if… well if you didn't."

"He did?"

Jeff nodded.

"Well then… I guess you should go help him pack his bags."

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