Adam POV

I didn't understand it. I felt anxious although I knew Fia was safe with her cousin. She even texted me saying, "It's okay. Need to stay with Kohta for a few more night cause family stuff. Love you." It came from her cell phone… and it seemed like something she might say… but ultimately I wasn't so sure it was actually my girlfriend.

Then I realized I hadn't check my phone since she last texted me. I slid my fingers over the buttons on my iPhone and came to my home page. The little green button for recent calls lit up with a 1. Confused, I tapped into the phone app and noticed there was a voicemail from an unknown caller. After allowing it to play, I put the phone to my ear.

My girlfriend's voice clearly came through from the other line. "Um… yeah… can you bring us some take-out…? I'm with Kohta and she's too lazy to go to the store…" What was she talking about? "Sure… sure. Okay. I'll text you the address. Yes, this is Fia." She then started to quickly whisper into the speaker. "I'm sorry, Adam. Allison and Ashley have me hostage…" At this point, my eyes lit up and I almost choked on my own spit. Hate those feelings. "I need you to stay safe and far away from the situation. Just let Seto know that he has to come… Please… Remember… Bye…"

What? I thought to myself, Fia is in trouble?! How can I not stay away from the situation?! Of course I'm gonna let Seto know that he has to help but...

"Adam!" Quentin shouted from the second floor, looking down on me in the entryway, "When do you wanna start recording our survival series?"

"Give me a second, Quentin!" I replied. Noticing the harsh tone I gave to my friend, I glanced up to where Quentin stood, his eyes wide open. "Sorry…" I faked a smile and returned to pressing around buttons on my phone. But this wasn't random. I tried to find Kohta's address by pressing specific buttons, searching through my multiple texts with Fia.

"What're you doing?" Quentin questioned, hurrying down the stairs to my side. When he attempted to peer over at my screen, I scooted it away from his sight. "Adam, is something wrong?"

"Yeah… but don't tell anyone else except Seto about it. Okay?"

"Why Seto?"

"Cause he's a part of this." I leaned into my friend's ear to whisper him the plan. We were unfortunately stopped by…

"Our love was as hot as a torch! But you couldn't take it anymore! Why don't you love me?! Why don't you love me?!" Jason sang at the top of his lungs, racing out of the kitchen, carrying a plate full of slices of pizza. As he rushed past, he spotted Quentin and I staring at him strangely. Jason paused in his tracks, and tiptoed back in front of us.

"What you lookin' at?" he asked, awkwardly biting his lip.

"N-nothing…" Quentin stammered.

"Is it because this prizza is amazing?"

"No!" I burst, "Your singing is spectacular, Jason!"

Quentin glared to his left and elbowed me, forcing me to drop my phone. Jason caught it with his available hand.

"What's this?" Jason queried, "What are you two keeping from me?"

Quentin gulped and I held my breath as Jason looked down at the screen.

He continued, "Why are you trying to look up Fia's cousin's address? Has something happened to Fia?"

"Has something happened to Fia?!" Quentin questioned. I felt sweat dripping off the top of my forehead. Wasn't sure if it was from how nervous I was at that moment or the humidity in the Team Crafted house. I chose to go with my gut instinct.

"Yes! Fia has been kidnapped by her cousin, Ashley, and Allison and she needs help! She told me that she didn't want me to get involved, but I have to cause she's my girlfriend and I love her! She also asked Seto to come to bring… I think… take out… so we have to get him involved too! HAPPY?!" Quentin and Jason stood silent, their minds focused individually on me. I sighed, glancing at my feet. "Jason?" I questioned meekly, "May I please have my phone back?"

"Not as long as you promise we can help search for Fia," Jason's voice perked up.

"Fine," I moaned. Jason's hand brushed against mine as he placed the phone into my palm. "Thank you."

"Guys, where's Ray?" Mitch's Canadian accent rang out in throughout the walls of the Team Crafted house. I found his outside the entertainment room.

"I don't know," Jason replied, taking a small bite of his pizza. "I thought she was at that callback."

Mitch begun to freak out. "She was! But that ended three hours ago! Where could she be now?!"

Mitch POV

"Guys!" Quentin yelled, scrolling his finger along the screen of his phone. I ran to Quentin's side, and the other two guys crowded around the fish. "There's a major tour bus hijacking near Hollywood and Highland… Mitch!" He turned to me, shoving the phone into my face. "Maybe Ray is on that!"

"Who would hijack a tour bus?" Adam queried.

"A psychopath," I reminded my friend.

"Well," Quentin resumed, "It wouldn't hurt to try looking at the tour bus for Ray. They've got the location pinpointed on the news, but no can seem to get on without getting shot by the hijacker."

"Do they have identification on the suspect?" Jason questioned, worried in thought.

"D-Draco… K-Kehtarin…"

"Draco!" I yelled, "He's always had it out for Ray! There's definitely something wrong! Who's gonna come with me to find her?!"

Jason, Adam, and Quentin remained silent.

Adam coughed, "We have to do something else at the moment."

"Like what?!" I burst. "What could be so important that you can't help me?!"

"We have to rescue Fia from Ashley and Allison."

I paused, going through the words in my mind. "Okay. That's a good excuse. But who will help?"

"I knew this would happen." Preston walked down the stairs from the second floor, replying to my comment. "Lia called me earlier this week. She said bad things would happen… and Draco would be a cause." Preston shook his head, confused. "I didn't think he would hijack Ray's tour bus… but… but… I'm gonna help you Mitch. And my friend Rouge is too."

"Why do people keep on showing up from everywhere in the house?" Adam chuckled and I gave him a death glare. He instantly lifted up his hands in surrender, one hand holding his cell phone.

"Maybe we should get on our separate ways, Adam, and save our damsels in distress. Don't you think?" I smirked, giving Adam a pat on the back.

"Mitch," Adam laughed, "Fia and Ray wouldn't like being called damsels in distress, but you're right. We need to do this as soon as possible. Jason. Quentin. Let's head out."

"Okay!" Jason shouted, stuffing him mouth with pizza. Quentin barely could keep his laugh inside, his face almost bursting with delight.

"Rouge's gonna meet us there," Preston told me. I nodded, allowing our groups headed to the front door. Adam opened it for all of us, and once we exited, closed it. We separated into the two groups, facing each other.

"We'll see ya later, I guess," Adam grinned. "Good luck, Mitch."

I smiled, although squinting because of the sun raining down on my eyes. "Good luck to you too, Sky." Quickly I checked the back pocket of my loose denim blue jeans. Keys. Check. Phone. Check. Glancing down. Shoes. Check. Mitch, you're ready.

Ray, I'm coming and I'm definitely not gonna screw up anything. I won't screw up anything ever again.