Amanda and Alyssa never showed up. I was expecting the cold to wake them up, but no, they slept through the entire night with just one blanket. I woke up to their giggling.

"I knew I should've voted Cassie 'Most Likely to Share a Bed With Four Hot Guys' in the yearbook," Amanda sighed. I smiled sleepily and sat up.

"Sleep well?" I asked. They just laughed.

We had the day off, so when the boys woke up, we tried to decide what we were going to do.

Somehow it turned into a pillow fight. Tom, Dougie and I were on one team, with Danny, Harry, Alyssa and Amanda on the other.

"Wait!" I yelled, standing up and stopping the fight. "How is this fair? They have four people and we only have three."

"Yeah, but you're like the best one," Dougie said.

I laughed. "True," I said, as a pillow smacked me in the face. The pillow was attached to Tom's hand.

"Thomas Michael Fletcher, wipe that smirk off your face," I said, walking towards him.

The scared look on his face looked real. Until he laughed. Before I knew what had happened, he'd picked me up, thrown me on the bed and started tickling me.

The pillow fight continued as I tried to squirm away from Tom. "Okay, okay! I give up! Stop!" I yelled.

Tom grinned and stopped tickling me. I rolled my eyes at the triumphant look on his face. "You're so full of yourself," I said, shoving him and jumping off the bed. The pillow fight stopped.

"So what are we going to do besides throw pillows around?" Dougie asked.

"Disney World!" Danny exclaimed. I laughed.

"Or we could get ready to go back to England," Harry said, ruining the mood. "We're leaving in a few hours."

I had completely forgotten about that. I pouted. "But Harry…This is my first time in Florida…I wanna go to Disney World." Harry laughed at me.

I sighed and started shoving clothes into my suitcase. Then, out of no where, Tom said, "Hey, Alyssa, Amanda, you want to come to England?"

Amanda's reaction was to look at him like he was crazy. "You're joking, right?" Tom shook his head. Then Amanda's eyes brightened. "Of course!" Then her face dropped. "Wait. Let me get back to you on that." She grabbed her cell phone and ran into the hallway to make a call.

A few minutes later, we found out Amanda was coming with us to England. Even though it meant she'd have to do her own laundry.

"Hey, don't worry Manda, I'll help you. Sometimes." I grinned at her.

"Alyssa?" Tom said, turning to his cousin.

Alyssa smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I really have to get back to NYC. My boss wasn't too happy when I decided to come here, anyway." I looked at her sadly.

A couple hours later, we were standing in the airport once again, saying our tearful goodbyes to Alyssa.

I could feel the tears prick the back of my eyes as I hugged her. "Lyssa, I'm gonna miss you."

Apparently our hug lasted a long time, because Tom tapped me on the shoulder. "Okay, next," he said with a sad smile.

I moped over to where everybody else was standing. Watching Alyssa board her plane was terribly sad. But I got over it eventually. The excitement of going to England invaded any other thoughts I had. Plus I had Amanda there with me.

We were literally bouncing in our seats when it came time to land. "Calm down, you're going to cause a plane crash," Tom laughed at us.

We reluctantly stopped jumping, and buckled our seat belts.

The McFly mansion was, literally, a mansion. And it didn't just look like one from the outside. I was amazed at how big it was. I mean, I knew it was a mansion from videos and stuff, but I didn't think it was that big.

Amanda seemed to agree. Her jaw was nearly touching the ground. I leaned over and whispered, "Haven't you seen it enough to not be shocked?"

She blushed and shut her mouth.

"Cassie, we're not using chocolate!"

"But everybody loves chocolate cheesecake!"

Tom sighed. We had been in England for less than 24 hours, and Tom was teaching me to make cheesecake; his specialty.

I was cracking eggs into the bowl when Tom bumped into my arm, causing the eggs to splatter onto the table. "Hey!" I exclaimed. My first instinct was to pick up another egg and crack it over his head. But I didn't. Instead I looked at him and said, "You've got something on your face."

He glanced at the toaster. "Where?"

I stuck my finger in the flour and touched his nose. "Right there."

He laughed. "Oh yeah? You're not exactly Ms. Tidy," he said, smearing flour on my cheeks.

My mouth dropped open. "You are so going to get it," I said, picking up the bag of flour and throwing some at him. He ran behind the counter and grabbed a few eggs. "Stand back. I've got egg power."

I just laughed and threw more flour at him. I was rewarded with egg in my hair.

"Ugh. That kind of hurt, you know."

Tom just smirked. "Oh I'm sorry. I'll crack it first next time." The smirk disappeared when I grabbed the milk and started chasing him.

Soon we were covered in everything that was supposed to go in the cheesecake, and even things that didn't, like chocolate.

I wondered why Tom skidded to a stop at the doorway to the kitchen, causing me to crash into him and go tumbling to the floor. Laughing, Tom gave held out his hand to me and pulled me up. Danny was standing there with an amused look on his face. "Having a little food fight, are we?" he teased.

I giggled. "Busted," I whispered.

Tom coughed. "Um, let's get back to that cake, Cass…" I continued laughing and followed him.

It took us an hour more, thanks to all our goofing around, but eventually we got it in the oven. Tom looked around at the mess with disdain. "Why don't you go shower, and I'll clean up here?" he said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"No, it's okay I'll-" That was the first time Tom gave me The Look. Not in a mean way, but it told me to go take a shower.

So I scurried off to the bathroom to wash up.