Sorry for the long wait! I just got back to school the other day...I hope all my readers had a totally sick Christmas and flippin awesome New Years!

Thanks to my reviewers:

Taryn Sparrow—I love Dwayne too! I think he's just the cutest little thing! Thanks for pointing out my mistake, I really had no clue where he was from but I guessed that it was either Dallas or Austin, so I just chose one...I guess I chose the wrong one! I tried to look up his hometown online but all it told me was that he was from Texas.

kiri—Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like the story!

nEwSiEsIsLiFe—I'm glad you like the story and I'm sorry it took me so long to update! Oh and thanks for wishing me a happy birthday!

Enjoy!!

-gnomes

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line.

CORRECTION!--In the last chapter I said that Dwayne was from Dallas, and it was recently brought to my attention that he's from Austin. Sorry for the screw up!

Morning Madness

"Are you guys ready for practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think we are." Charlie once again answered for the rest of them.

It was a beautiful morning in Toronto. The birds were chirping, the sun had just began to rise, there was a slight mist of dew covering the ground, and the sound of four incredibly annoying alarm clocks was filling the Team USA boarding house. It was the crack of dawn and thirteen very sleepy teenagers were stumbling out of their beds. Let the madness begin!

Everyone was running around, half asleep, trying to get ready for their very early morning conditioning practice. Thirteen drowsy teenagers, running through a two story house, can lead to some mighty fine bruises and quite a few head on collisions (whether it be with an inanimate object or one another).

After Jamison practically fell down the steps, Meredith decided to play it safe (or just be extremely lazy) and slide down the steps on her rear, which an extremely slap happy Brandon found absolutely hilarious.

Dwayne was wondering around the house with one eye closed, swinging his lasso at anyone who passed and saying what sounded like "Don't you worry now mama, I'ma rope all these cows and put 'em away." Luckily for the rest of the team, his aim was off due to the fact that he was still half asleep.

Colton had been in the bathroom for about thirty minutes and Portman really had to pee. This led a very short tempered, tired, Portman to pick the lock to the bathroom, only to find Colton in the fetal position asleep on the bathroom rug.

Victoria fell asleep face first into her cereal while a groggy Conner flicked bits of his cereal at her in an attempt to amuse himself. After a few minutes of flicking, Conner grew tired of it and decided to just shove her face completely into the bowl. As though she had been shocked by lightening, Victoria was semi-awake and gave Conner the most evil look she could muster, which Conner took as his cue to run.

Nolan had spent the last fifteen minutes finding his other tennis shoe, which had mysteriously gone missing after his ten second cleaning spree the night before. Once he found it, he tried to put his shoe on while balancing on one foot and lifting his other foot into the air while trying to shove the shoe on. Needless to say, he was quite unsuccessful. After about five minutes of trying, Nolan had almost given up. However, Nolan has always been a stubborn man and once he has it set in his mind that he's going to do something one way, he will do it that way, even if it kills him. He balanced himself once again in yet another attempt to get his shoe on, when he was knocked over by Conner who was being chased by a milk covered Victoria. Taking it as a sign from God, Nolan stayed on the ground and put his shoe on.

Evan was quite proud of himself. He was the first one fully dressed and ready to go for the first time. Now he couldn't be blamed for making the entire team late (for once). Or so he thought...As he stepped into the kitchen to announce his early morning victory, his bubble was burst.

"DUDE! You're wearing my pants!"

Now, this comment would not have mattered at all to Evan if it had been said by one of the guys. However, much to his humiliation, it was Mac that had said it. He looked down slowly, dreading what he might see. To his horror, he found himself dressed in bright pink-clearly girls- basketball shorts. He flew back up the steps and back into his room like a bat out of hell.

Mac had worn her practice clothes to bed, in an attempt to sleep later. Her plan apparently worked too, as she rolled out of bed a good ten minutes after everyone else. As she stumbled into the kitchen in her almost comatose state, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw...Evan in her bright pink basketball shorts. In her utterly shocked state she managed to let him know that those were not, in fact, his pants. As the poor boy looked down she couldn't help but chuckle. When he bolted from the room, however, she burst out laughing for the pants said "hot stuff" on the butt.

Charlie was woken up by, what appeared to be, a dozen empty water bottles landing on his bed. His first thought was that the water had been dumped on him, but he ruled out that theory when he discovered that his bed was totally dry. He laid in bed perplexed for a few moments before he was hit smack dab in the face by a pair of socks (whether they were dirty or not, he couldn't tell). Charlie sat up and looked around the room to see Nolan halfway under his bed. Charlie tried to figure out what in the hell Nolan was doing and was answered when Nolan let out a victorious "YES!" and shimmied out from under the bed. Charlie took this as his cue to get his sluggish ass out of bed.

Adam took a seat at the kitchen table and watched the madness unfold.

Yeah I know it's short but I figured I'd give you a little something to read since I've kept you waiting for an update for so long...Hope You liked it! I really liked writing this chapter, it was fun. Review please!!!

-gnomes