Max, Gabe, and Ricky were sitting together at a table, watching as their parents caught up with each other. Max was eating a hamburger because he went back for fifths. Gabe and Ricky had finished their food.

"Why do you wear black? Don't you get hot?" Ricky asked.

Max swallowed his food and snorted. "I'm always hot. I'm good-looking."

Ricky held back from laughing.

"No, why are you wearing black?" Gabe asked.

Max shrugged. "I'm color blind. I can't see colors."

"Oh." Ricky said and patted him on the shoulder. Max looked at him confused. "Sorry."

"Don't you get lonely being an only child?" Gabe asked.

Max shook his head. "My best friend Tristan is like my brother. We have to be like rice and stick together."

"I'm going to get a soda," Gabe said. He got up from the bench and looked at the two guys. "Do you want anything?"

"Yes please," Max said.

"Just water," Ricky said. Gabe nodded and went to the ice chest.

"Have you met any actors or actresses?" Ricky asked.

"No," Max replied. "Did you meet any of the MMA fighters?"

"No," Ricky replied.

Gabe returned, "I have slain the mighty dragon, found King Arthur's sword, and made it back in one piece." He handed a can of soda to Max and the bottle of water to Ricky.

"Thanks Gabe." Max said and Ricky nodded his thanks to Gabe.

"I met Mango Fandango," Gabe replied.

Max and Ricky looked at him, "Who?"

"She's an exotic dancer," Gabe replied. "She doesn't come around anymore because I scared her off."

Ricky looked at Gabe confused, "How?"

"I danced with my shirt off," Gabe said. His friends were blank-faced as they looked at him.

"You danced…with your shirt off?" Max asked confused.

"Yeah," Gabe replied. "That's not weird."

Ricky and Max looked at each other. It was hard to crush Gabe's little dream about telling him that dancing with your shirt off in public was not okay.

Max opened the soda and took a drink. He took a bite of the hamburger.

Meanwhile, the girls were sitting at their own table.

"He takes his shirt off," Gabby explained.

"Gross," Melissa said, scrunching her nose in disgust. "Why does he do that?"

"He gets it from Dad!" Gabby replied.

"I heard that!" Gabe shouted towards her.

"I know! That's why I shouted it!" Gabby shouted back at him. "You see what I have to put up with?"

"Ricky isn't that bad," Melissa said. "I mean, sometimes he can smell really bad when he sweats. Sometimes he makes me really angry."

"I wonder if Max gets lonely being an only child," Jane said.

They looked at the three boys that were talking and laughing.

Phoebe stared, "I think they're going to be really good friends before we leave."

Gabby nodded, "I know we're going to be real good friends before we leave."

Melissa frowned, "I thought we were good friends."

"We are." Jane said and the others nodded in agreement.

Phoebe smiled, "I never had friends before." She held back her tears of happiness.

"Hey, do you and Ricky get to meet the MMA fighters?" Gabby asked.

"No," Melissa replied. "It's a shame actually. My mom said that the backstage of the MMA is no place for little girls, since that one accident involved Carly's brother, Spencer, getting thrown into the table."

"Uncle Spencer got thrown into a table?" Phoebe asked horrified.

"Why did you ask me if I met any MMA fighters?" Melissa asked.

"I met Mango Fandango," Gabby replied proudly.

That caught their attention. Jane smiled, "The exotic dancer?"

Gabby nodded, "Yeah. She's a lot shorter without her high-heels on. She's whiter in person too."

"Ooh," They said together.

"Yeah, she's nicer than she looks." Gabby replied.

"How come you don't have friends?" Melissa asked Phoebe.

Phoebe shrugged, "I don't know. They say that I look stuck-up, snotty, and mean."

"You're kind of mean," Jane replied.

Phoebe looked at Jane, "I'm not mean."

"You kind of are," Jane replied.

Phoebe looked at her younger sister, "Name one time that I was mean."

Jane arched an eyebrow, "One time?"

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty. We sisters have to stick with each other like skin," Gabby said. They just looked at each other.


The sun was beginning to set and the air was getting slightly colder.

"We better get going," Freddie said. He waved at Max and he walked to his father.

"Is there something wrong?" Max asked, looking at his parents.

"We were going to leave." Abigail said, getting up to.

"Wait. We have plenty of bedrooms that you could use," Carly said.

"We didn't bring any clothes to sleep in," Caroline pointed out.

"That is true," Carly said to herself. Maybe she should have told her friends to bring sleep-wear with them and it would be pointless going clothes shopping too. She should've thought this out too, but she wasn't expecting their reunion to last this long either. Now she didn't want to lose contact with her friends again.

"Should we hang out again?" Sam asked.

Carly nodded, "How about same day next month?"

Freddie looked at his wife. She nodded, "We'll come next month."

Sam and Jordan nodded their approval.

"Next time, bring clean clothes." Carly said. The other three families left the house. "That went better than I expected."

"Since when did you parachute into Japan?" Jeffery asked, amused.

Carly shrugged, "When I still did my web-show." Carly picked up one of the trash bags and tied it.

"That was nice to know," Jeffery said, going to the other trash bag. He tied it to.

Phoebe appeared in the backyard, "Mom. Are they going to show up again sometime soon?"

"Next month," Jeffery said.

Phoebe smiled, "Yes." She turned to the door and ran inside. "Mom says that they're coming up next month!"

It sounded like something smashed against the ground and then a loud, "Yeah!"

It sounded like Jane.

Carly stared at the house. Her kids were…adorable.

"Our kids are weird," Jeffery said.

"Well, Spencer is my brother." Carly said as if that could explain everything.


A/N: I couldn't make the kids have their own chapters.