Another slow day. Who likes Mondays?

That's right, no one.

sigh

"Change the channel this very instant!" Ashlyn gasped in surprise. "There is absolutely no Ashley Simpson allowed in this house!" she rolled over the back of the leather couch and crushed me. She snatched the remote from my hands, flipping to Disney Channel. "This is more your speed." She smugly smiled.

"You're just angry because you're always mistaken for Ashley. Your names even sound alike." I grinned, taking back the remote and surfing until I found the end of Ashley's video, "Pieces of Me".

"I don't look like her." Ashlyn crossed her arms over her chest. "She looks like me. And besides, she's a poser, and I'll tell you, I'm the exact opposite so… there." She stuck out her tongue at me.

"Let's not get too touchy, Ms. Simpson." I giggled. Ashlyn slapped my arm, jumping up from the couch, going into the kitchen. "What do you say to staying in your pajamas all day?" I asked her, looking down at my bunny slippers.

"I need to get out of this house. Or I'll die." Ashlyn pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. "We can go see what the guys are up to. But without them knowing." She grinned, coming back into the living room. "That would be fun!"

"You lost me." I shook my head. What completely whacked-out plan was she concocting now?

"Zeke told me the hotel they were staying at. It's one of Daddy's. It'll be easy. We just go in like we own the place, and in my I case I actually do, ask for what room they're in and…"

Her plan was actually rather brilliant. Oh, yes, this was, going to be fun.

"There they are!" I pointed from behind the front desk. We had given the real secretary a nice chunk of change and an extra hour of lunch to leave us the front desk.

"Get down!" Ashlyn pulled me down into the floor as the thirteen Wildcats stepped off of the elevator, Troy leading them to the front desk. They knew we were there!

Ashlyn dragged me under the desk, drawing up her knees. She covered her mouth to supress her giggles. I did the same.

"Aren't we supposed to check out, dude?" We heard Zeke ask. Ashlyn silently nodded her head. As if Zeke could see us.

"No one's here." Troy explained. Then silence.

"What do we do?" I whispered. "My butt's gone numb."

"Shhhhhh..." Ashyn motioned for me to sit up and peer over the desk edge. We looked just in time to see them exit through the double doors and into the sunny day. "We're gonna follow them." she smiled, raising her eyebrows. We simultaneously slid on our Chanel sunglasses the hid most of our faces. We were Charlie's Angels. But much, much hotter.

We casually stood up, stretching and straightening our outfits. I noticed Ashlyn wincing in pain. "I told you already that three inch mules weren't a good idea." I smirked as she rolled her eyes. "Your feet are done for." I giggled.

"Just shut up and follow me." she limped from behind the front desk and through the spinning doors.

"I officially love tote bags." I shook my head. "They convieniently hold everything." I patted the pink tote with 'Sharpay' monogrammed on it and held it close to my body.

"Binoculars." Ashlyn stuck out her hand. I pulled out a pink pair. She peered around the corner of the freaky building we were taking shelter behind. Troy and his friends had stopped at the coffee shop and were sippingcold coffees at the tables outside.

"I sorta feel like we're violating their privacy." I winced thinking about it. "Don't you feel like that? It's like we're watching a television show that we're not allowed to."

Ashlyn handed the binoculars to me. "This oughtta change your mind."

I peered through the binoculars, purposely in Troy direction. "He's... he's calling someone. Oh, no, he's not calling me, is he?"

"No, he's texting." Ashlyn explained. Suddenly, my bag vibrated violently. The Degrassi ringtone blared right through the thick fabric of the tote. "And it looks like he was texting you." she grinned.

I began rummaging through my bag. Once I felt my LG in my hands, Ashlyn jumped. "Don't pull it out of your bag! It's loud!" she urgently whispered. But I didn't listen.

Bystanders turned toward the unidentified noise. And the Wildcats were more like meerkats on the alert. "Dude, what was that?" Jason asked, his head turning from side to side.

Where are u? Would you like to hang out?

That was his message. "He wants to hang out!" I squealed to Ashlyn.

"Let's get out of here." Ashlyn sighed. We slipped away.

What were u doing behind that building?

Were u watchin us?

He knew all along?

I don't know why my chapters keep sucking. I'm going to write another one this very moment. Please read and review. I won't blame you if you don't.