(A/N:) YAY! I'm updating! Even when that person said it was a waste of his time!

Raimundo's POV:

I woke up and saw Stacy's sleeping body next to mine. I stood up and just then realized I was still in Sarah's body. I sighed of anger. I really wanted to be in my body right now. Sarah walked in with some pop tarts and put her index finger over mouth. She passed me a pop tart and left the room. I ate the pop tart quickly and went back into the bed.

"Sarah?" Stacy rubbed her eyes.

"Hey, Stacy," I laughed nervously.

"Huh?" she was confused.

"Whatever. I just want to go back to my room, and you should do the same," I sighed.

I got up and began to leave, with Stacy on my tail. I went towards my room until Kimi and Lee came up to me with frowns on their faces, "Tell us the plans."

"No! I won't! Just leave me alone, okay. I have a head ache," I lied about the head ache.

"Whatever," they went into Kimiko's room. I went back into Sarah's room and saw her and her brothers sleeping one her bed. I giggled. Gosh, I hate it when that happens. Anyways, I grabbed her camera and took a picture of their sleeping bodies. All, snoring, too. I giggled, which I hate, again. Sarah woke up and threw a book at me. I dodged.

"Don't throw books at your girlfriend," I laughed.

"Huh? What?" Ricky, Ryan, and Ross woke up, too.

"I'll throw another book at you if you don't leave," Sarah smirked.

"It's my room, so you leave," I smirked, as well.

"No," Sarah pouted.

"Please," I fluttered my eyelashes.

"Okay," Ricky, Ryan, and Ross left, without question. Sarah glared at me.

"What's wrong?" I lay down next to her.

"Go away," she said angrily.

"Why don't you just go to your room," I pouted.

"Fine," she got up and left the room. I got out of the bed and picked up the book she threw at me. It was The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I opened it to chapter one and began to read the long novel.

Sarah's POV:

I sighed as I lied down on his bed. The comfy bed that was not mine, but his. With the comfy pillows that smelled like his shampoo. With the warm comforter that smelled like his soap. All of it was his. I went over to his colognes and smelled them all. All of them ranked, so there was no need to organize the ones I like and the ones I hate. I hated them all. I should buy him some new cologne that I like a lot. I don't know. I went over to his side table and saw a book with a velvet cover. I picked it up and began to read it. It was a whole bunch of poems Raimundo had written, for me.

Her long luscious hair sways in the wind,

Her slender fingers slide down my arm,

The way her name rolls off my tongue slowly,

"Sarah, I love you."

The way she brushes her lips against mine,

The way she sighs of happiness after ever time we touch,

I love her,

I really do.

I smiled. I wonder what would happen if this fell into the wrong hands. I put it into the drawer that I thought would be his boxer drawer, which it ended up to be. I hid it under a large pile and quickly closed the drawer. I laid back down on his bed and smelt the mixture of his shampoo and soap. I fell asleep after a few minutes of fantasizing what it would be like to just go to the other side of the bed to smell his shampoo and soap when we get older.

(A/N:) It's not my fault that I can't write poems while thinking in another persons point of view! GOSH! SO DON'T FLAME THE POEM! I'd rather you flame this complete story, and please, review!