I'm soooooo sorry! I forgot to answer reviews so I'm going to answer chapter 3 and 4 (and one review from 1) right here:

Chap. 3:

Demenior: No, Orlando doesn't have any connections to Orlando Bloom. I really don't favor OB, to be honest.

Monee: Ok, thanks for clearing that up!

Gryffindor4eva: In the real version of COTT, yes, Theresa and Jay both like each other more than a friend (except that they're too shy to admit it). In my story, Theresa likes Jay normally…for now!

Lamword Manzie: No, Odie's not going to ask out his flying game!

Min-Ju: Really? You know his secrets?

Chap. 4:

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Raven Artemis: Well, so far Neil defiantly wants to go out with Theresa and the others' dream date is to be announced.

Chap. 1:

Lamword Manzie: That's really comforting, Lamword, really comforting…

Trouble-Stalkers

"Ok, why don't you 'trip' over Orlando's foot, fall and spill all your notes?" Theresa suggested.

"Not bad," Atlanta wrote that one down. "Might be useful,"

"So what do we have?" Theresa asked.

Atlanta leaned back on her chair and read the sheet. "Ask Orlando if I can copy off his history notes, say I'm having harsh headache problems, 'trip' over Orlando's foot and scatter my papers,"

Theresa raised an eyebrow. "Go on,"

"I can't, that's all we have," Atlanta cried.

Theresa sighed and slumped against her chair. It turned out that thinking up tragic things were hard. "I suppose you could always say that you have bad asthma problems."

Atlanta's eyes lit up. "Hey, that's a good idea!" She scribbled furiously on her paper.

"Er, you're not actually serious about this, are you?" Theresa asked, dumbfound. "I mean, you don't have asthma for one thing."

"I'll think about that later," Atlanta finished writing it down. "How about…being bullied by somebody?"

Now it was Theresa's turn to light up her eyes. "That's a brilliant idea!" She screamed excitedly and started jumping on Atlanta's bed. "Write it down, write it down!"

"One madly insane person, check," Atlanta muttered but wrote it down anyways. "Um, Theresa?"

"Mm?" She asked.

"This idea's not going to work, you know that." Atlanta said. "Nobody's going to have the nerve to pick on me."

"Don't worry," Theresa's eyes twinkled. "I have a plan,"

Her friend cocked her head from side to side. "Maybe I should have just pretended everything was fine."

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"Why should I do it?" Archie cried.

"Because, well, you've known Atlanta more than we've had," Jay reasoned hastily. "And I mean she's not going to expect anything weird coming from you because she always thought you were, well, weird-"

"Thanks," Archie snarled.

"Think of it this way," Odie interrupted quickly. "You'll be closer to Atlanta."

Archie's eyes lit up at that. Odie knew he liked that advantage. "Ok, I'll do it,"

"And you won't be alone, Neil will be with you." Jay said.

"Oh, what fun!" Neil whooped sarcastically. "The love-bird!" He muttered to himself. Archie ignored him.

"Are we starting now?" Herry asked.

Jay checked his watch. "As soon as dinner is over. We need nourishment to function."

After dinner…

"I'll see you guys later," Archie mumbled to the others as he slipped by the other boarders with Neil right behind him, filing his nails.

"Honestly, Neil," Archie cried, annoyed. "It's not like we're entering for a beauty contest, so you can put that away." He pointed to Neil's nail filer.

"But I need it," He protested. "It's one of my things to survive. And it's a necessity!" Neil added.

I'm not going to even bother arguing with him, Archie sighed inwardly. Keeping very quiet, the two crept down the hall.

"We're going to hide in this closet." Archie opened a door to a filthy, smelly janitor's broom closet. It was really small looking.

"In there," Neil cringed. The smell and look didn't make a very good impression on him.

"Yes, Neil, in there," Archie repeated impatiently.

Neil gulped. "Um, my resources said that hiding in filthy, gooey, smelly, dusty…things were not good for people's health."

"It'll only be for a little while," Archie reasoned. "Until Atlanta comes this way."

"I'm still not going in that thing," Neil said stubbornly.

"Neil!" Archie cried. "Atlanta's going to be jogging down this hall any moment."

"Fine, that's cool, but we are NOT going to hide in this cubby hole!" Neil said coolly.

"Neil, this is the last time I'm asking you-"

"And this is the last time I'm saying this-"

"Neil,"

"Archie,"

"Neil,"

"Archie,"

"NEIL!"

"ARCH-"

"She's coming!"

"Hey-" Neil cried indignantly as Archie roughly pushed him into the closet and then dove after him.

The door slammed shut and Neil and Archie listened carefully. The halls were empty right now.

"Man, this closet is cramped," Neil grumbled. "I barely have enough room to check my appearance in my mirror."

Archie just rolled his eyes and pressed his ear to the closet more firmly. Neil was just grumbling about the muck messing up his hair when he suddenly heard a set of shoes dash right down the hall.

"Atlanta just passed by, Neil. Let's go,"

He grabbed Neil's arm and yanked him out of the closet. A turquoise and red blur disappeared around a corner.

"Right there," Archie raced down the hall to the corner with Neil behind him, trying to fix his hair as well.

"Hurry up or we'll loose her," He shouted. Neil picked up his pace, still trying to fix his hair.

They ran past all these halls, trying desperately to catch up with Atlanta.

"Past that corner," Archie panted. He seized Neil by the arm and dragged him down the hall. When they turned around that corner, however, they found themselves face to face with Atlanta.

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"Odie, you're not helping!" Jay sang irritably. "Just…lay off the game for ten minutes, ok?"

While Herry and Jay were watching Orlando walk to his room, Odie was fiddling with his flying game again.

"I've got to stay in touch, it's really important to get to level 10!" He said.

"Just leave him," Herry muttered to Jay. "We can function without Odie."

The two left Odie standing there, playing away in his own little world. Herry and Jay tiptoed closer to Orlando who was just inserting his key into his room. Sensing somebody, he looked around. Herry and Jay both ducked behind a garbage bin. After looking around, Orlando shrugged and entered his room, locking it behind him.

"We've got a problem," Herry jerked his thumb at the closed door. "How are we supposed to get in?"

Jay looked around, thinking. His eyes rested on an open latch window. He pointed at it. "Follow me,"

He squeezed through the window and managed to get outside, resting his feet on a water pipe. Herry followed quickly, lowering himself down onto the footrest. He looked down and swallowed. The snow-covered ground was ten feet away.

"Follow me," Jay whispered repeatedly and sidled to the corner of the building. Herry followed Jay uneasily. After peeping through each window, they finally found the one where Orlando was. He was doing his homework.

"This is boring," Herry complained, shifting his legs.

"Shh," Jay hushed his friend and continued to gaze intently at Orlando. He seemed like he was watching some fascinating magic show. Herry sighed; he must look like he was watching the weather channel.

Half an hour later, the wind began to get stronger, almost blowing Herry and Jay off the water pipe.

"I'm dead cold Jay," Herry muttered, shivering violently.

"Shh," Jay repeated.

Right when Herry was mumbling that his legs were soon going to topple over, something happened. The telephone rang and Orlando picked it up.

"What's he saying?" Jay asked. Herry shrugged, still shivering. Orlando seemed to be having a serious conversation with somebody. He was nodding at what the person was saying and replied but Jay and Herry couldn't hear anything.

"We need to get closer," Jay said, determined. He stepped to his right just as Herry tried to step to his right. He banged into Jay's leg and lost his balance.

"Whoa!" He cried, flailing his arms wildly. Jay too, found himself out of balance. He stepped onto an icy part of the water pipe and slipped.

"Ahhh!" The boys screamed as they fell through the air. Jay and Herry landed on their backs with a thud. They had thankfully landed in a pile of snow and it broke their fall. Above Jay, he could see Orlando's window open and a silhouette of a man leaning over them before his vision went completely black.

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Ok, from all of the people's thoughts about Orlando being evil, we have (and this is in percentage):

Orlando's polite: 75

ORLANDO WILL TAKE OVER THE WORLD: 25

You guys can still tell me your thoughts about Orlando, if you want. I'm still open for opinions.