"Now I'm sure you're all wondering why I called you all together," Harry started. All four boys were seated, staring back at Harry who was pacing in front of them in his hotel room. He looked deeply concerned over some matter, while the rest looked already annoyed at the fact that he called together a meeting after an exhausting, humid day at an amusement park. The last thing they wanted to do was hear was some kind of lecture from Harry about whatever the hell is going through his head at the moment.

"And that's because this is the inauguration of the newest member of our club," he stated proudly. Danny held up a finger to protest. "And what club is that?" But instead of replying, Harry put his index finger on the confused boy's lip to silence him so that he could continue. Nobody puts Baby into a corner.

"What does Dirty Dancing have to do with this?!" John yelled out. Harry looked away, posed like some regal tortured artist. "I know you can be overwhelmed and underwhelmed, but can you ever be just whelmed?" Harry inquired aloud. A few chuckles scattered throughout the audience. "It's from 10 Things I Hate About You," a guy said to his friend staring at him awkwardly.

"How do you even know that?" his friend asked aloud.

"Jasmine and I watched it last night," he confessed.

His friend rolled his eyes and turned back to the stage. John laid his elbows on his knees. "Harry, are you just going to quote 80's/90's movies now?" John asked, annoyed. Harry walked to the opposite side of the stage. "I'm sorry you're jealous of me. I can't help that I'm popular," Harry retorted as he tried to flip his hair. John burrowed his face into his hands. He could not believe this was happening right now. "Harry, please stop. You're confusing the crowd," he replied through his hands.

"For a minute there, I forgot why I avoided places like this and people like you," Harry spat out. "She's All That," the guy said to his confused friend.

John looked up from his hands. "What are you talking about, Harry? You're the one who invited me down here!" he reminded. Harry stood there with his arms crossed. "What do you know? You're just a virgin who can't drive," Harry scoffed.

"Clueless," the guy informed his friend.

John jumped up from his seat. "Says the one who hasn't been in a relationship for, oh, I don't know, ever!" John shot back. Harry gasped, turned around, and crossed his arms. The audience drew in their breathe. John looked out into the crowd but only saw a mix of shock and disappointment. John looked back and forth between Harry and the crowd. "I was just...He started…"

The crowd looked on disapprovingly. John sighed and hung his head. It was evident that nothing he could say was going to win them over. He walked up to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, I'm sorry I said that. I lost my temper for a little bit" he apologized. Harry humphed. "You can't lose something you never had," Harry retorted.

"How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days," the guy whispered to his friend.

"Let me make it up to you. How about I take over for a bit and you can rest?" John proposed.

Harry slowly turned around to face the crowd. John leaned over to face Harry as if to say, "hmm?" Harry smiled and perked up quickly. "You know what John? I like you, just the way you are," he commented. Harry patted John twice on the back, strode over to the big, comfortable chair John used to be in, and sat down with a satisfying plop. John sighed in relief. The guy in the audience looked on perplexingly. "Bridget Jones Diary," his friend told him. The guy looked at his friend in complete surprise. "What? It was on TV last night," his friend shrugged.

"Alright," John clapped his hands, turning back to the crowd, "Sorry about that. Harry gets a little loopy if he's up on stage too much. Now, where were we?"

He extended his arms to one of his friends and said with a smile, "Ethan 'Somewhat Got It In' Harris!" He immediately followed his comment with applause, while the rest of the group, including Ethan, rolled their eyes. "Amazing. I'm going to bed now," John said as he started to get off from the bed. But Harry firmly placed his hand on his shoulder and started pressing him back down with a stern look on his face.

"This man… this gentleman here," Harry started, getting noticeably teary-eyed. "He's a true inspiration for all of us. He set his eyes on a cold-hearted, vicious, black inside-"

"We get it, Harry," John said to calm him down, which Harry appreciated before he continued. "And those walls got broken down. Partially. This man made his move. Sort of. And she accepted him for who he is. Sometimes. Anyways tonight, we drink to you." Harry lifted an imaginary glass to the silent room.

Julian got up and patted Harry on the back. "Thank you for the rousing speech, Harry," he commended. Harry beamed. "Now let's all leave," Ethan finished as he got up. All he wanted to do was go to bed and distract himself. Nicole was out at a dinner party, thus ruining his plans for tonight.

John's hand popped up and pulled his friend back down. "Whoa there, we're not about to just let you go back to the room to sulk, Ethan," John surmised. Ethan pouted. Figures. "Yeah, this meeting's to celebrate you! You've proven you've got the balls to do something," Harry exclaimed. Ethan groaned. "All I did was help her out on a ride!" he yelled.

"You comforted her in her time of need!" Harry corrected.

"He's got a point there, mate," Julian agreed.

"Yeah, you made real strides," John concluded.

Ethan felt John's hand pat his back. Well, if he was being honest, he was pretty proud of himself. Just 24 hours ago, Nicole didn't know him, or even cared to, really; and now he could actually go up to her and be acknowledged. Hell, she might even like being around him now.

A lazy grin spread over Ethan's face. The boys stared on in silence as Ethan's eyes glazed over. They looked at each other worriedly. Someone better knock Ethan out of his daydream before they completely lose him. "Oi," Danny said as he gave Ethan a quick shove, "Don't get carried away."

"Yeah, it's not like you actually got her number," Julian scoffed.

"Weren't you guys literally patting me on the back a minute ago?!" yelled Ethan.

"A minute's a long time ago," Harry informed, "Now we have to focus on your next move."

"Next move?!" Ethan shouted.

Next move?! Didn't he just make these huge strides all day? I mean, he made her laugh for crying out loud! Did these guys think that was easy? Because it wasn't. Based on her previous reactions, Nicole didn't seem like the girl who would rush into things. She needed to feel comfortable with him first and for that to happen, he would need to spend some quality time with her. Which, by the way, he was losing every second because she just had to go do that stupid dinner party.

While Ethan was stewing over his limited time, his friends were busily imposing their own relationship ideas onto his emerging love life. "It's gotta be something big. We only have a couple days left!" Harry exclaimed.

"No," the guys unanimously rejected.

"Let's just start off small. Like a dinner date," Julian proposed.

Ethan slowly shook his head and said, "She'd never go on a dinner date. Even if I called it something else, she'd say no just because it sounds too much like a formal date." The guys sighed. They had to admit he was right. Well, everyone except for Harry of course. "Well how do know if you don't ask her?" Harry quickly interrupted. Those guys were being too pessimistic. Even if Nicole was as picky as Ethan claimed, he should still try.

(After all, no guts no glory. See, it's the alliteration that makes it true," Harry whispered to the crowd. John cleared his throat. "Sorry," Harry apologized. He scampered back to his seat and sat down properly. "I couldn't help myself," he shrugged and gave John an innocent smile. John shook his head and continued.)

"I don't even have her number!" Ethan argued. For the first time, he was actually happy over that little fact. Sure, he wanted to ask Nicole out, but damn, his friends needed to slow down. He made a lot of progress today. She laughed at him! Well, ok, if it's put like that it sound bad, but rest assured it was a very good thing that happened. The guys groaned aloud. Their plans ruined.

Danny looked around the room at his disheartened comrades. This was a club meeting, right? And club members took care of each other, so he sorta had to. Danny raised his hand up slowly. "Actually, I can solve that," Danny offered. He pulled out his phone, looked through his contacts, and clicked on a single name. His screen shone brightly, spotlighting a name and a phone number. Every eye widened. "You have her number?!" shouted Julian.

"Yeah. I got it after I got Kate's," Danny answered.

Harry grabbed onto Danny's phone like it was a golden, ancient statue. This was it. He gently placed into Ethan's awaiting open palms. Goosebumps sent shivers to Ethan's arms as the phone made contact with his. This was her phone number. The key to her very soul. Ok, maybe not her soul, but a connection to her nonetheless. All he had to do was type something. Shit.

His friends had already put the number into his phone. They placed his phone into his hands. Ethan looked at the blank message window in awe. What was he supposed to write? What would he say? "Just say hi and that it's you," John told him, feeling Ethan's growing anxiety. The moment Ethan starts overthinking, it would be game over. The best chance Ethan had would be if he just reacted out of pure adrenaline, or in this case, peer pressure.

"Just do it," whispered Harry, who had somehow managed to appear right by Ethan's left ear. But it wasn't like he was the only one crowded around his friend. "Yeah, just do it. What could go wrong?" Julian inquired from Ethan's right. Danny took a seat beside Julian. "I don't know what you're freaking out about. It's just a text," Danny thought aloud. He scrolled through his phone for a bit. "Easy for you to say. Kate was probably texted you first," Harry retorted. Danny slouched down a little. True.

Ethan took in a deep breath. All he needed to do was say hi. No big deal. He pulled the phone closer. The guys leaned closer to Ethan to get a better look. He typed up the phrase hastily, making sure that his fingers were moving faster than his own mind. He read over the short sentence once just to make sure there wasn't any typos. And before he could get any comments from his observers or his own mind, Ethan clicked send.

At the dinner...

Nicole's phone dinged at table, but her eyes couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before her. Kate had not only marched to her own execution without having being asked, but she polished the guillotine herself. Whatever notification she just got, it would just have to wait. If she couldn't help her friend through this situation by involving, she was going to at least give moral support by being present. That and Kate's expression was priceless.

For someone with relatively small eyes, Kate's nearly grew to the size of grapefruits. She was screwed. What happened? Good question. Honestly, she didn't know either. "Why don't you direct that question to the boy directly across the table from me? CoughcoughJordanBanks coughcough" Kate wanted to say. But she couldn't exactly say that without getting in trouble with Jordan, who, by the way, was looking more nervous by the second.

Not only was Kate pretty well screwed at this point, but so was he. If Kate let that little bit of history slip, he'd never hear the end of it. Even if he explained all the details, his reputation would be severely tarnished. He had to make sure this never got out, at least, not here where he couldn't escape. "I, uhh," Kate stammered as she looked around nervously. Nobody dared to say a word. And Nicole's blank stare was of no help. She was in this alone.

"Do you have something against endless vlogging and snapchats?" Jordan laughed. Everyone else followed suit. Kate visibly relaxed as the groups' subsequent laughter took some pressure off her. "And vines and tweets and instagram pictures," Freddie added.

"But at least we're entertaining!" Emerson defended.

"And narcissistic," Kate chimed in, sneaking a look at Jordan who smiled in response.

"Wouldn't you be if you had a face as cute as this?" Georgiana interjected, squeezing Tyler's cheeks. Tyler batted his eyelashes. "True, I am flawless #Behive4lyfe."

"Oh my gosh, you're even hashtagging offline," Georgiana exclaimed.

"Yeah, I understand why'd you wanna break up with one of us," Liam replied.

"We are bit hard to deal with," Freddie confessed.

"Tell me about it!" Jo interjected, holding her glass up, "Sometimes you guys just don't pay attention!"

The group looked at Jo in silence for a second before breaking out into full out laughter. Even Kate laughed at this point. She laid back into seat as the group veered off into video ideas and other YouTubers. She nearly dug her own grave there. there was no way she was going to let Jordan's and her past out, especially at a big convention like this. It'd be anarchy; she'd never hear the end of it. "So any chance of that preference changing anytime soon?" Emerson quietly asked. Kate hummed as she put her index finger on her chin. Jordan looked on from across the table. "Weeeellll-" she drew out as the boy waited with bated breath, "No." Kate smiled widely. Emerson slumped over. Damn it.

Jordan leaned back at his seat, a small smile toying on his lips. The rest of them had already moved on. They probably forgot all about Kate's little slip by now; which really was a benefit to the both of them. He really had to be on his toes for that one. But then again, with his current record, he should be used to helping Kate out of sticky situations by now.

Jordan snuck a glance at the dark haired girl across the table from him. It was odd. Even after all these years, she looked the same. Granted, she had a better sense of style now and seemed to know what to do with her hair; but all in all, Kate still looked the same. There was something comforting about that. With everything that's happened over these couple of years: the separation, the new YouTube fame, moving schools, etc. Kate remained virtually unchanged.

He'd heard that girls usually lose weight after going through a break-up, but Kate seemed as supple as ever. None of her assets had dwindled. Jordan's mouth twitched at the thought of Kate's reaction to his comments. She probably would have slap him right across the face right then and there. The Kate he remembered wouldn't have hesitated one second to put him back in his place, especially if he was making those kind of comments in public. Even with her obsession with propriety, Jordan knew that Kate would rather physically knock him out in public than let anyone know about their sexual attraction. Maybe her virginity had something to do with it.

"Who said she still had it?" a voice in Jordan's head scoffed. Jordan could feel his insides inflame at the thought. He observed Kate as she laughed with one of the guys at the table. Who would she have dated? He didn't read anything about that on her Facebook, twitter, tumblr, or YouTube. Not that he regularly checked it. He just did a little digging when he was in bed after that welcome party. After seeing her again, he wanted to see what she'd been up to. The last time he saw her, she…

Jordan thought back to that infamous day. The day that he had replayed over and over again in his head. He could barely remember her face. She had refused to face him. All he could see was her in that leather jacket with her hair covering the side of her face as she gazed into the brick wall. And when she finally turned to look at him for a split second, all he could remember was how pale she looked. It could've just been the glow from the overcast, but it seemed like she lost her spirit. It was only a minute later that her body followed suit, and like that, she was gone.

Kate was laughing to one of Tyler's anecdotes now. The laughter resonated through Jordan's ears. Judging by the merriment around the table, Tyler's story must've been quite the shocker. Kate's eyes crinkled with joy as a wide, unabashed grin broke through. An unmelodic, abrupt laugh fell out followed by a little hiss as Kate tried to control her volume. Kate hastily covered her mouth, but her face scrunched up as she held inside the laugh. Jordan couldn't help but smile himself. Apparently some things really do stay the same.

With the problem finally past them, Nicole was able to sneak a glance at her phone. She had gotten a text message from a number she didn't know. The notification previewed the first line of the text. "Hey, how's the dinner thing going?..." Nicole's eyebrows furrowed. She didn't remember giving her number out recently. But then again, things lately have been a bit of a blur so she could've accidentally spilled it out over the last two days. Nicole, still suspicious, unlocked her phone to see the rest of the message. The line below that sentence simply read, "-Ethan Harris". Now she was officially creeped out.

Everyone else seemed to be busy figuring out how they were going to split the bill, while Tyler kept protesting over his guest's attempts to pay for everyone. Nicole sat there pondering in silence (especially since she probably didn't even have enough to cover her portion of the bill). They share a tiny, little moment together at a time of weakness, and Ethan thinks he can just start a random conversation with her over text? Who does he think he is? Without thinking twice, she replied with the first thing that popped into her head..

Meanwhile…

Ethan was feeling confident with himself. The message was simple but enough to get a conversation going. If she was still in the good mood that he thought she was, things would get going quickly and he'd be able to progress with her further. Ethan's phone illuminated with a reply. The five boys jumped up from their resting positions to see what the response was. They were all pushing and shoving on top of each other to see what she said. Once they all settled down, they read the message mentally while Ethan said it out loud.

"'How tf did you get my number?'" he said solemnly. You could sense the awkwardness within the room, that was only interrupted by Harry's giggling. John, Julian, and Danny turned to look at the idiot and give him a look that screamed 'Not now, mate'. Harry still giggled for a few more moments before saying, "She's kinda funny, huh?"

Ethan sighed as a response. Great. He was back to square one again. This girl's walls were going to be harder to bring down than he thought. John put a reassuring hand on Ethan's shoulder. "It's just texting, man. That's a normal response for someone that you aren't fairly acquainted with." Ethan nodded in agreement, feeling his spirit starting to lift again. John had a point. He probably would say the same thing if he got a random text from someone he didn't give his number out too.

"Just tell her you got it from me. Easy fix," Danny said. Ethan thought about it for a little bit. That probably could work for him. She probably wouldn't question anymore after that response. Maybe he was still in the game…

Later…

The sound of a door unlocking has never sounded so sweet. The girls strode through the door and instantly kicked off their heels. "That was fun," Kate nodded. The others had decided to go out for a couple drinks before going back to their rooms. And while Nicole did like her alcohol, she was not about to go out there and get drunk in front of those people. "Yeah, up until the part you decided to show everyone Ethan Harris!" Nicole yelled. Kate winced, but smiled nervously. Whoops. Apparently she still remembered that little, trivial part of the night. Nicole shot Kate a glare as she took off her dress.

"You're the one who said you wanted to bond with them. Did that not bond us? I think it bonded us. We all swapped snapchats at the end of it all!" Kate exclaimed. Kate pulled open a drawer to take out her folded pjs. She didn't care what Nicole thought, it was a good night. A lot of progress was made. She went from freezing up in front of Jordan, to talking and laughing and eating in front of him. For a second there, Kate forgot he was across the table.

"Aw, did you get to swap snapchats with your best friends, Jordan and Jo?" Nicole asked in a baby voice. She fell onto her bed, grabbing her phone in the process. Kate whipped around and glared at her with all the strength she could muster. Nicole grinned. "I hope you get nightmares tonight," Kate spat back. Nicole shrugged. As if she weren't used to those already.

As Kate was about to head into the bathroom, she glanced over at Nicole who was busily texting on her phone. "You've been looking at that all night. Who are you texting? Your mom or your sister?" she asked.

"Ha. Ha. You're so funny," Nicole responded flatly, "I'm texting Ethan."

Nicole had said the magic words. Kate whipped around, eyes wide with mischief and joy. "Did you just say Ethan?" Kate asked, holding out the final word. Nicole kept her eyes on her phone, already knowing exactly what kind of smug grin was plastered on Kate's face. "Danny gave him my number," Nicole informed.

"Oh, I see," Kate sang. Her grew grew wider. Apparently she wasn't the only one shipping this couple. She could definitely use a partner in this thing. Nicole exhaled slowly, already regretting telling her friend anything at all. Why didn't she just say she was on tumblr or something? Or mention Jordan again? That would've shut Kate up real quick. "Aren't you going to take a shower?" Nicole reminded.

Kate smiled. Nicole was practically begging her to leave. Which meant that Kate won this round. And since she sort of did throw her under the bus earlier that night, she might as well quit while she's ahead. Kate twirled around and headed towards the bathroom. "You have fun!" she sang before closing the door behind her.

Meanwhile…

"Guys! Guys! She's texting back!" Julian announced, hitting the bed eagerly. The guys collided onto the bed, scrambling to get a good view of the screen. They had taken shifts waiting for Nicole's replies since she took a while sometimes. But then again, who could blame her? She was out on the town, doing something, while they were, well, stuck in a hotel room.

"What'd she say? What'd she say?!" yelled John.

("I did not yell!" John yelled. The audience turned to look at the origin of the sudden outburst. John slowly sat back down in his seat and cleared his throat. "I just spoke louder than usual," he rephrased. Amused looks spread around the audience. "Sure, John," Harry nodded. John could feel the doubt coming from the audience. "Well, you try not getting excited over this. Ethan's been waiting for this for a long time!" John defended. The entire audience laughed, whether it was at him or with him, John couldn't tell. Harry wiped a tear from his watering eyes. He had not seen John that riled-up since that one night at Vidcon. "Alright, alright!" Harry proclaimed, redirecting the attention to him, "So anyways, the text read…")

Ethan cleared his voice before beginning to read the text. "Just got back to the hotel room, exhausted af from being fake all evening. Probably just gonna hit the mini bar and call it a night." Before Ethan could even wrap his head around the text, Harry suddenly jumped up and shouted, "NO!"

It stopped everyone in their tracks. Any kind of movement felt like it would further upset this confused man. "Ethan don't you get it? This is your chance! She's weighed down with a food baby, hanging out in her hotel room about to get a lil tipsy. There's no way for her to be any more relaxed. Ask her to go do something!"

Ethan sighed in frustration again. "Like what? We've already been over this! She'll say no to anything I say."

"Well actually," John chimed in. "things are a little different now. It was "Relaxed Nicole" that gave you the opportunity to make her smile and laugh. Maybe this is another chance with her."

He did have a point. It was also "Relaxed Nicole" that let him get drunk with her and party like they were in their own, little world. "Regular Nicole" had her guard up and was always on edge, but "Relaxed Nicole" was a different person entirely. There was definite potential with "Relaxed Nicole". Things were suddenly starting to look up again.

After pondering what John had said, Ethan nodded in agreement. "Ok, well then give me some ideas," he said rubbing his hands. He was back in the game and ready to do this.

"She's probably not gonna want to put on anything else besides her pjs right now, so maybe you two could go hang out by the rooftop pool," Danny suggested, "And who knows? Maybe if she's extra comfortable, some skinny dipping could happen." He playfully nudged his friend, who nearly blushed at the idea. Nicole? Skinny-dipping? He'd probably have a heart attack.

If Ethan was being completely honest, he just wanted to keep talking to her. Nothing overly heated, nothing too risky, nothing one of them would possibly regret the next morning. Just some good, old-fashioned conversations about where she's from, what kind of stereotype she was in high school, why she has her walls up so high. You know, meaningful conversations.

Julian was next. "We could clear out the room and you two have another drunk dance party again." Ethan thought back to that night and how much fun it was. Memories he'll remember for a really long time, but they needed something new. He needed to make progress and repeating the same old things wouldn't get him anywhere.

His friends were throwing out some good ideas, but Ethan couldn't help but get nervous at thought of hanging out with Nicole again. She hadn't even said yes yet, but he could feel himself growing more giddy with every passing second. Hell, he didn't even ask her yet. There were so many things that could happen tonight, so many different outcomes that could take place. Endless possibilities...

"In the worst case scenario: you come up blank or end up making complete fool of yourself (which is very likely), just kiss her." Harry said as a matter of factly. The room fell silent. The guys looked at him like he had officially lost it. Granted, it wasn't the first time they thought he needed to be locked into the looney bin, but the first time in a while. John finally broke the silence. "What kind of terribly, ill-thought out, reckless-"

("Alright alright, "Harry chimed in. "That's enough, they get the point." He turned to a listener next to him and said, "Even though my plan was the best idea they came up with."

"Harry!" John exclaimed.

"Well, it's true mate! In fact, let me tell the rest so that they better understand the feelings and emotions of the next few scenes." John rolled his eyes at the exaggeration in Harry's voice, but stepped aside to let him continue.)

Like every genius, the brilliance of Harry's idea was lost upon the average mind. John shoved Harry aside, got in front of Ethan, and placed his arms on his friend's shoulders. "Listen, Ethan. Now's your moment. Just go over there and ask her out. You don't have to get a yes tonight, just talking with her is progress enough. You can do it." John gave Ethan a strong pat on one shoulder, and stood up.

Swelled with the confidence and motivation, Ethan quickly rose. His eyes fixated on the door. He took in a deep breath and nodded. Alright. This was it. "Let's do this," he thought to himself as he strode forwards.

His friends followed quickly behind him, mentally cheering him on. They stopped right in the hallway in front of the hotel room and watched Ethan stride towards the elevators. No one's eyes wavered even when Ethan disappeared from sight. "I'm so nervous," Julian confessed, nibbling on his nails.

"Maybe we should follow him just in case," Danny said, taking a step forward.

"Good idea," John agreed.

Harry rushed to the front and spread his arms so that he took up most of the hallway. "No, he's got to do this himself. If we go, it'll undermine all the confidence we gave him!" Harry declared. They looked down at the carpet and shuffled their feet. Harry had a point. Ethan needed to know that he could do this by himself. Babying him would just ruin it.

"But what if an emergency happens?" Julian asked. Harry looked away to ponder this idea. An emergency was definitely a possibility. They were in Florida, after all. There could be a hurricane or one of those oil spills. But the hotel would have preventative measures for that. So what other kind of emergency? But then again, this was Ethan they were talking about. He became a walking disaster when it came to Nicole. She just had this certain effect on him. What if he froze up when he saw her? Or worse? What if he fainted? There was no way Nicole could carry his body down to the hospital. Maybe they should go there just in case.

"Good point, Julian. Let's go," Harry hastily agreed. It took him less than a second to turn around. And it took all of them less than a minute to bolt down the hallway. They'd catch up with Ethan in a matter of minutes. They were his best friends, after all. They just had to be there.

In the hotel room…

Nicole was laying in bed, scrolling through her Vine feed. As much as she didn't want to say it, the dinner actually went pretty well. Aside from that Ethan debacle, she had a pretty good time talking with Georgiana and Tyler and all of them. And she wasn't even that annoyed by Ella! Still, Nicole was glad to be back in the hotel room. She didn't have to be on edge or always trying to laugh at someone's joke. She could just be herself here. No pressure.

"Knock knock knock"

Nicole looked at the hotel room door. Who could be here now? Neither of them had ordered room service and the maid came earlier that day. Kate popped her head out the bathroom door. "Is someone at the door?" she asked. Nicole shrugged. "I don't know. Lemme check." Kate closed the bathroom door to quickly change into her pjs. Nicole could handle whoever was at the door, right?

Ethan knocked the door again. This was his moment. He could do this. Ethan's legs shook as he waited. This was nothing new. All he had to say was "Hi, do you want to go on a date sometime?" That's it. Less than 10 words. It was only Nicole after all. He already got drunk with her and held her. What else could happen?

Nicole opened the door to see a familiar face in the doorframe. "Oh, hey Ethan, what are you doing here?" Ethan just stared at her. Nicole's forehead wrinkled as she waited for him to speak, but was met with nothing. Why was he staring at her like that? Maybe he got the wrong hotel room? Nicole looked at his face. He was slightly red and little beads of sweat were formed at his hairline. Ethan's hand tapped vigorously against his leg. Why did he seem so nervous?

Ethan just couldn't handle it. He'd seen her drunk, scared, and laughing, but he was not expected for this. Nicole stood at the doorway, hair in curls, face all made-up. All she wore were a pair of cotton shorts that were barely seen under an oversized Batman T-shirt. She was breathtaking. His brain went blank. Every single piece of advice his friends had given him were tossed out the window. Well, every one except for one.

"Shit he's freezing up!" Julian hissed. The guys were crouched behind the wall at the end of the hall. They had gotten there before Nicole even opened the door. "He'll be fine," John replied. Ethan could do this! John had every bit of faith that his friend was going to come out of this alive. But just in case, John was also mentally calculating how fast he needed to be to catch Ethan just in case he fainted. "He needs help! We've gotta do something!" Julian pleaded.

"No, he's got to do this on his own," Harry replied.

"But he's just standing there!" Julian argued.

Harry looked on anxiously. Come on, Ethan. You've got this. And that's when the unexpected happened. Before either of them could make a move, Ethan made his. "Oh shit!" Danny gasped as they all watched with gaping mouths. Ethan grabbed Nicole's arms, pulled her into him, and locked his lips onto hers.