Disclaimer : I don't own Zoey 101 or any of it's characters (though I would like to own Logan. Mmm. Logan.) but I do own everything else! I also own a nice pair of big sunglasses, that I'm wearing right now, because the sun's shining on my computer screen and in my eyes. Ciao, N x

"Can you give me a lift up there? I want to put one up there so if you're walking along the footpath you can look down and see it."

Chase wrapped his arms around Zoey's knees and lifted her up.

"Just a little higher," Zoey instructed, reaching out with her left hand, two posters in her hand.

Outside, Adrienne House walked down the footpath near the soda place, looking down on the glass roof into another common room. She was surprised to see a blonde head bobbing up and down at it. Curiously, she bent down and peered through the glass. After a few seconds of observing, she knocked on the glass. Whoever was in the room, got such a fright that they dropped the blonde girl. Two people were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. Adrienne opened one of the roof windows and peered down.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Sticking up posters," Zoey said, clutching her head which was reeling slightly.

"Let me see one," Adrienne put her long, slim arm down the window and waited until Zoey could collect one of each poster, climb on Chase's shoulders and extend towards Adrienne's outstretched hand. The posters in it, Adrienne brought them back up to her face, and Chase lowered Zoey down.

"You're doing a fashion show?" Adrienne asked, staring at the poster.

Chase looked up at a worm's eye view of Adrienne House. He hadn't seen her that close before, but he could understand why she was once 'Number One.' She was tall, thin, and un-classically pretty, with a weird but suiting nose and long, chestnut brown hair that flicked out at the edges.

"Yeah," Zoey called up, "you should try out for the model."

"I'll try out for more than the model," Adrienne replied, looking at the next sheet, "this design competition sounds cool."

Zoey hated herself for getting excited at the fact that the Adrienne House thought something Zoey had thought up was 'cool.'

Adrienne stood and waved briefly, before disappearing from Chase and Zoey's view.

"That was weird," Chase mused, collapsing on the sofa nearest, "she looked Amazonian from this view."

"She is Amazonian," Zoey corrected, "you should see her height when she's standing."

"So…can we please abandon trying to put posters up in oddly high places?" Chase began rubbing his knee, "Cause it kinda hurts."

Harry and Nate joined Art, who was standing staring at something on the boys' common room notice board.

"Dude, please do not tell me they're making us do ballet again," Nate grinned, looking at the sheet of paper as Harry edged in on the other side.

"Where have you guys been?" Art asked, looking at them both.

"We went to go visit Jackson in the hospital wing," Harry explained, "he's rough, man. I don't think he'll be able to play tomorrow."

"Crap," Art hissed, "he's probably our best player. Well, the tallest anyway."

"Anyways," Harry peered closely at the sheet, "what's this?"

"Model sign ups for some fashion show to raise money to go to Hawaii," Art said, looking for a pen, "I think I might sign up."

"No duh," Nate pointed to the sheet, "check it out. All the line casters are hot chicks. Zoey. Nicole. Rebecca."

"Dude, please, she's my sister."

"And Kristen's doing it," Harry said eagerly, "where's the pen?"

"Dude, please, she's my sister," Nate grimaced, handing Harry a pen.

"Guest designer? Who's that?"

"Well obviously they don't know," Nate rolled his eyes at Harry, "if you were any slower you'd be going backwards."

"Whose are you signing first?" Art asked before Harry made an imprint on the paper.

"Why does it matter?" Harry shrugged.

"Well, you sign who you like the most first, don't you?" Art asked, getting out a pen himself, then signing his name under 'Zoey 101,' 'Rebecca 101,' ("Only cause she's my sister, and I can hold a real long conversation with her.") 'Nicole 101,' 'Kristen 101,' and then 'Guest Designer 101.' Harry grabbed the pen next. 'Rebecca 101,' 'Nicole 101,' 'Kristen 101,' 'Zoey 101,' then 'Guest Designer 101.' Nate waved the pen in front of the sheet indecisively.

"I dunno, can't I just fill them in normally?"

"No."

He pressed his pen to the paper.

'Nicole 101,' 'Rebecca 101,' 'Zoey 101,' 'Kristen 101,' ("She's my step-sister, and like all normal step-sisters and brothers, we can't stand each other.") then 'Guest Designer 101.'

When he put the pen down and the guys walked away from the list, Harry began fixing the front of his hair.

"So, you have a thing for Nicole?" he asked absent-mindedly, while fiddling with a hair at the front.

"She's cute," Nate shrugged, "but it's really a tie between her and Rebecca."

"Then please go for Nicole," Art laughed, "because Rebecca's my sister. And you're my best friend. I don't need you two slobbering all over each other while I'm in the area. And in the holidays, she'd be like 'Nate this, Nate that.'" Art shuddered, "so go for Nicole, okay?"

Thanks for reading mon amigos, y'all rock, especially my reviewers! Smoochies, and have some pie, N x