Disclaimer: You should know better than to think I owned any of the hot guys mentioned in this fic.

The Evil Cup of Tea: I saw you at school, you ain't dead. (laughs) Yes, funny, and I shall keep writing. I might put you in the next chapter just because I want to, though I may get hit with a soda bottle at school the next day.

Lady Nicole Potter: Yay, First Fangirl! So, do you want a certain hot boy, or just all of them? What color hair, eyes, how you dress, favorite food, are you in choir or band or orchestra, if so what do you play, name. I told you to get your mind out of the gutters!

I will still be taking orders for fangirls/boys, just give me your name, which of the boys you want, hair and eye color, favorite food, how you dress, if you are in choir, band or orchestra and if so what you play. It will come up in the next chapter.

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After a while it cools off, and we all put our shirts on again. The sun is starting to set, so I decide to make dinner. Hmm, what to make for four guys and myself? Spaghetti? No. Burgers? Nah. Quiche? Ooo, quiche is yummy, that works.

"Do you need some help?" Oh, Legolas is so helpful. As I begin getting things out for the pastry crust, I instruct him and the others.

"Yes, thank you. You can grate some cheese for me with the evil grater." Yes, the grater is evil. I get it out and the block of cheddar cheese and direct him over to the table so that he won't be in the way. "Aragorn, could you do the bacon?"

"Sure." He says, and I get out a frying pan and the pre-sliced turkey bacon from the 'fridge. What? It's yummy. Go away.

"Just cut it up into half inch pieces and cook it in the pan." He nods, and proceeds to do such. "Paris, if you could break some eggs and whisk them up with some milk? Will, you can help me with the crust." They are really good workers. After blind baking the crust, I put everything in and we let it bake.

"I have never seen such a beautiful sunset." Legolas says.

"That's because you have never been on a western coast during one." A huge flock of birds fly across the water. Not in a huge mass, but a really long line of them. They seem to go on forever, just like every night.

"What lake is that? It is very large." Aragorn asks.

"I don't think that is a lake." Paris says.

"I don't think so either." Will agrees.

"No, it isn't a lake. It is the Pacific Ocean." I tell them. "How about some video games while dinner is cooking?"

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"Ha ha! I win again!"

"Dude! How can you win almost every time on 'Disney's Magical Racing Tour' when you have just started playing it, when I have been playing it for over a year? Riddle me that, Will."

"I have no idea." I get up and take the quiche out of the oven. Aragorn is sitting on the bench by the windows playing minesweeper on my laptop, Legolas is reading 'Poodle: The Other White Meat', The Second Sherman's Lagoon Collection, and Paris is playing with a Rubik's Cube. It seems to have him stumped.

"What are we going to do about the sleeping arrangements?" Aragorn asks.

"There are only four beds, and five of us."

"Correction, Legolas. There are four of you, and one of me. Now, unless two of you want to do sleepovers, one of you will be in my room with me." They look at each other uncomfortably.

So, they will be taking turns on who is going to sleep with me. Paris has the first night. Get your filthy minds out of the gutters. We are both fully clothed, I have Happy Bunny pants and a big T-shirt, he has plaid pants and a shirt. Don't be disgusting, it is a king-sized bed.

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I am still taking recruits for fangirls, and Will is already taken. Oh, and I can make pastry crust, if any of you doubt my abilities, I will whack you with a cast iron griddle.