Ladies and gentlemen, you have now entered Chapter 4 of The DLS-S Cruise. If you will take your seats, we will begin...

Disclaimer: Still don't own Big Time Rush...

Anonymous #1 (I got two Anonymouses, so I'm just going to number you both, okay?): Thank you for reviewing! There's more Jatie in this chapter. :)

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Anonymous #2: Thank you very much! I'm happy you enjoyed it! Haha, sorry about the cliffy, but this chapter has the reunion, so hopefully you'll forgive me *puppy dog eyes*. You know what? That's a really good idea! I'm probably going to do that, so thank you for the suggestion! I can see why you might think it was Logan or Carlos, but you're right - there's no way they would use bombs on their friends. Thanks again, and thank you for reviewing! :)

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED, ALERTED, OR FAVORITED MY STORY! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, YOU'RE ALL AMAZING! :)

So...a couple of the characters (okay, maybe a bunch of them, depending on your perspective) are going to be OOC in this chapter. Because of everything that has happened, they're supposed to be that way. I'm sorry if it annoys anyone, but there is a reason for it.

Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 4 – Reunions

James's POV

(May 2nd, Friday)

The car ride down to the pier was pretty uneventful, which I saw as a good thing. But it didn't take me long to realize just how stupid running out of the house was. If you're going to escape from some stalker-creep, the least you can do is be smart enough not to go to that person's cruise ship where they're waiting for you.

Unfortunately, none of us seemed to be quite that smart.

You know what else isn't smart? Riding in a limo when some psycho has made it very clear that they don't really care if they kill you. Limousines tend to draw attention, even in LA, where everyone just drives expensive, eco-friendly cars.

But there we were, sitting in the back of a black stretch limo, with a license plate that said Griffin1, with the license plate number CEO4-num1. Yeah, that wasn't going to attract attention at all.

"Well," Griffin said, stretching out luxuriously, hands behind his head, "I must say, this is nice."

Gustavo, Kelly, Camille, Jo, Stephanie, and I all gaped at him as if he had just said that the sky was green.

"How – how – how is this nice?" Gustavo spluttered out. "We've just escaped from MY MANSION which has somehow been infiltrated by some psychotic stalker, and now we're heading to that psychotic stalker's lair! Tell me Griffin – which part of being trapped in between a rock and hard spot is nice?"

Griffin sighed lazily. "It's nice to finally be able to relax and get away from the stress of life."

We continued to stare at him as if he had lost his mind – which he obviously had.

"Are you drunk?" Kelly demanded. "Because you must be drunk. There's no other explanation for your frame of mind."

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, I am not in any means intoxicated. I just believe in a positive attitude."

"So do I," I assured him. "And I have a very positive attitude about the ship sinking ten minutes into the cruise."

"There's only a fifty/fifty chance of that," Griffin insisted calmly.

"Oh, yeah, so the odds are in our favor. Sweet! We have a fifty percent chance to still be alive in three hours."

"Oh look, we're here, goody," Camille deadpanned as we pulled up into the pier parking lot.

Griffin snapped his fingers. "I'll have Jeeves bring our luggage up to the dock."

"Jeeves? Really?" I mouthed to the girls, all of whom smirked with amusement at the utter cliché.

We got out of the car and headed up to the pier. My head was still spinning from the events of an hour ago. Everything was happening so fast, I just couldn't get my mind around it. I really just needed time to slow down for a couple of hours so I could step back and really get a clear focus on everything. But unless someone had invented a time machine in the past hour or so, that wasn't going to happen.

We stepped onto the dock and I breathed in the beautiful scent of sea air. The ocean was rippling slightly, and the ship rocked gently. The DLS-S looked like your average cruise ship, with nothing sinister about it. Wow. I had half-expected an old pirate ship with a skull-and-crossbones flag.

Jo glanced at the time on her phone. "I'm starving, I haven't eaten all day."

"Me neither," Stephanie agreed.

Jo, Stephanie, Camille, Gustavo, Kelly, and Griffin headed off to find some food, leaving me by myself on the dock. They're such good friends.

I glanced around, feeling the breeze whipping my hair slightly, and that's when I saw her. Katie. Oh my God.

She was beautiful. She was trying to get her long, brown hair in a ponytail, but then Mrs. Knight turned around and caught my eye. She said something to Katie, who glanced in my direction as I began walking towards them, and immediately her eyes widened. The hair tie fell from between her lips and her hands dropped from her hair.

"Oh my God," she breathed out as I moved closer. "Oh my…"

I reached them, and within a split second, Mama Knight had launched herself at me, hugging me tightly as if I was a life raft and she had been drowning in the ocean.

"Oh James," she mumbled, "you don't know how worried we've been ever since we got The Replacement's invitation…"

"I know," I breathed out, stroking her curly red hair while still staring at Katie as she bent down to retrieve her hair tie, and then straightened back up again, a look of shock on her face. "I know. Me too."

Mrs. Knight let go of me and I found myself stepping towards Katie. She froze, but that didn't stop me. I wrapped my arms around her, and after a second's hesitation, she put her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. And for a split second, I was nineteen and she was sixteen and we were in 2J and she was making me swear that I would never leave her. But I had…What were the chances that she had forgotten and forgiven? Hmmm…since it's Katie…probably not very good.

We might have stood like that for the rest of our lives if Mrs. Knight hadn't cleared her throat. "Oh look, I think the boarding officer is coming towards us." Her voice was flat, with a hint of sarcasm. Whoa. Since when did Mama Knight, the woman who used to wrack Kendall around the head when he was being a smart ass, use sarcasm?

Katie pulled away from me and I let my arms fall to my sides, immediately missing the feeling of her body against mine. Yeah, apparently my feelings hadn't changed in the past three years. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, though.

A man in a blue uniform, similar to a Naval officer's, approached us, several men wearing white uniforms following close behind. "Are you here for the DLS-S cruise?"

We all nodded, mouths closed and faces white.

"Names?" he tapped his chained pen against his clipboard.

Mrs. Knight cleared her throat. "Jennifer and Katie Knight. Although Katie's name might be under Katherine."

"Nope, her name's under Katie. And yours?" he turned to me.

"James Diamond."

"Here you are. All right, you can board at any time between now and 1:30. The hostess will direct you to your rooms. These men – " he gestured to the men in white " – will take your luggage. Have a fun and safe cruise." And he walked away, shiny black shoes tapping against the wood of the dock, the luggage-carrier-guys hurrying after him, huffing and puffing as they hauled my designer luggage and Mrs. Knight and Katie's suitcases and duffel bags away.

Mrs. Knight turned to us, eyes bright and worried. "I'm going to go find a bathroom. I'll be right back."

For the first time in three years, Katie and I were alone. Although considering what tended to happen when we were by ourselves, that maybe wasn't the best idea in the world…

Katie turned to me. "I haven't forgiven you, you know. I still hate you for what you did."

Direct little thing, isn't she?

I felt my face and my spirits drop. "I know. I'm sorry, so sorry. I never…After what happened with the band…Everything just kind of fell apart. But…I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped loving you."

Her eyes hardened. "You still say the prettiest things, don't you James? Always the charmer. So why don't you do us all a favor and go and try to charm some snakes, preferably a boa constrictor." And she stalked past me, expression like stone.

Ouch. That was a little harsh. Although, let's face it, I kind of deserved it.

"Katie, wait – "

"Save it, James."

"Katie, come on. Please! We're going to be stuck together on a cruise ship that's probably going to end up getting blown up or something. Can't you at least talk to me?"

She paused. "I was thinking maybe the ship would hit an iceberg or something. The DLS-S getting blown up never even crossed my mind."

I felt a smile tug slightly at my lips. "Like the Titanic, right?"

"Exactly."

Katie had always loved that movie. It was pretty much the only sad movie that she ever watched all the way through. When she was younger, she used to gush over how cute and perfect Leonardo DiCaprio was as Jack, and she would always cry when Rose let go of Jack's frozen hand and let his body sink into the Atlantic Ocean. Come to think of it, I usually got a bit teary-eyed myself.

"Still think Leonardo DiCaprio is the hottest guy on earth?" I teased her.

She smirked. "Nah, he's not really my type anymore."

"Wait – you have a type?"

"I dated you, didn't I? You're a type."

I shifted slightly. "Dated? Is that even the right word, considering it was top secret?"

She opened her mouth to answer me, and then closed it when Mrs. Knight drew level with us. "Oh good, Katie hasn't pushed you into the water yet," she said to me, sounding relieved.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Oh puh-leeze. I can handle situations like a mature, responsible adult. I mean, I only decked him twice."

I couldn't help it, I cracked up at that one. It was such a Katie-thing to say, and so reminiscent of happier days, that I couldn't help but flash back to all of her one-liners or sarcastic comments. Only Katie.

Mrs. Knight laughed right along with me, and Katie's composure broke – she started laughing too.

We finally calmed down, and Mrs. Knight glanced at her wristwatch. "Come on, I think we better get on the ship."

And that's when my companions decided to show up.

"HIIIIII!" Camille shrieked, running towards us with her arms out. She grabbed both Katie and Mrs. Knight in a tight hug. I could almost see both Knight women begin to turn blue.

Jo and Stephanie joined us and helped me pry Camille off of Katie and Mama Knight.

"Sorry about that," Jo said with an apologetic smile. "We let her have sugar."

I rolled my eyes. "What the hell were you thinking? Shame on you!"

"Oh shut up," she retorted, wracking my arm.

Stephanie stepped forward to hug Katie and Mrs. Knight. "I promise not to squeeze you two half to death," she assured them while Camille flipped her off.

Jo hugged them as well, just as the adults over thirty joined us. Even more hugging went around, before Mrs. Knight glanced at her watch again.

"We really should all get on board, find out where our rooms are and such." She paused, before turning to Jo and Gustavo. "Do you know if Kendall's going to be joining us?"

"Oh, I imagine he will be," Gustavo drawled, arms across his huge chest. "If he hadn't, Jo and Katie would probably be in the emergency room by this time."

The lobby of the ship was very nice, paneled in blond wood, with oriental rugs spread out on the floor, and Picasso paintings on the walls.

A young Asian woman stood just inside the ship, wearing a dark blue dress suit with a nametag that read: Mindy. Her black hair was pulled back in a low, neat ponytail and held with a rectangular clip, and she was clutching a black folder to her chest.

"Names?" she asked.

Gustavo immediately stepped forward. "Gustavo Rocque and Kelly Wainwright." He turned to the rest of us. "I want to get us settled in first, so that maybe we can figure out what's going on."

"You two are in 3G. Have a nice cruise."

She handed them each a keycard, gave them directions, and then Griffin stepped forward. He had been on his phone, which was why he hadn't objected to Gustavo and Kelly getting their room numbers first.

"Arthur Griffin – "

Before Mindy could tell him which room he was in, there was a loud squeal: "NO WAAAAAY! STALKER CRUISE TIME! WHOOO!"

Guess who that was. If you were thinking along the lines of short, Latino, and energetic, then DING, DING, DING, you win!

We all spun around to find Carlos flying into the lobby, an excited look on his face.

"Carlos," Katie said slowly, "I think you're missing the point of the stalker cruise, as you so eloquently put it – when someone has threatened you, you're not supposed to get excited about being forced on that person's cruise."

Carlos shrugged, before grabbing Katie and pulling her into an enthusiastic hug. "Yeah, but it's still a free cruise! And in my book, that's reason enough to get excited."

"Since when do you even have any books?" Camille demanded, smiling slightly.

Carlos released Katie, who massaged her ribs, gasping slightly, and frowned indignantly at Camille. "It's a figure of speech, Cami!"

Carlos and I might never have seen each other, but all of our mutual Hollywood friends kept in touch with both of us. It didn't surprise me that Camille and Carlos were already ribbing each other, and acting like they were the best of friends, because they probably were pretty close to that anyway.

"Hey Carlos," Stephanie said shyly, stepping forward.

"Stephanie…wow…you look…wow…" He smiled widely, giving her an admiring look.

"Nice use of adjectives there, you must keep a whole collection of thesauruses," Katie deadpanned. It also didn't surprise me that she was a lot friendlier to Carlos than she had been to me. Chances were, he hadn't promised that no matter what happened with the band, he would never leave her. Plus, I was the one she had lost her virginity to when she was sixteen, not Carlos. Yeah, she had some really good reasons to be angry with me.

"As a matter of fact," Carlos stated proudly, "I don't own a single one."

"Some things never change," I muttered under my breath, and that's when Carlos finally faced me. His expression gave away almost nothing, and I wondered if he was as nervous as I was, or if he was still angry about what had happened. Carlos had had almost nothing to do with the breakup with the band – he had been trying to get us to calm down and think happy thoughts about kittens while we were screaming our heads off at each other.

"No, I guess they don't," he said softly. "James."

"Carlos."

There was a pause, and then Carlos gripped me in a huge bear hug, doubtlessly shocking everyone.

I hugged him back, guessing that this meant that maybe he wasn't as pissed off at me as I had thought he might be.

Carlos pulled back, grinning from ear to ear. "God, I've missed you. Still the same pretty boy as ever."

"Hey, look at you, the host of the newest reality show! How about that?"

Carlos shrugged. "It's crazy, and lots of fun. Plus, I get to participate in most of the stunts!"

"So, uh, you're not upset about…say…everything?"

A shadow crossed Carlos's face. "Oh, I am, believe me, but…it wasn't really anyone's fault. We were all growing apart anyway, it was just a matter of time before BTR split up."

"Really, because I remember you screaming at me that it was all my fault that we were fighting in the first place," came an all-too familiar voice from the door. We all turned in that direction, and found Logan leaning against the doorframe, wearing sunglasses, his dark hair still short and spiky as ever.

"Dr. Mitchell," Katie proclaimed. "Nice of you to show up."

Logan slowly raised his sunglasses as if he were the spoiled pop star and not me, surveying us. "God, you guys really are idiots, aren't you? You can't even see what's in front of you!"

That was it. Our greeting after three years. He called us idiots. He must've been practicing that one in front of the mirror for months.

"Yeah, see, that makes no sense to those of us with normal-sized brains," I informed him.

He scowled at me. "I got this text from The Replacement – we're all here because of one person's secret. And I can guess who that person is."

Oh God. Did he mean…Katie and me? He must have. Who else had kept secrets from everyone else?

Logan glanced around the room, eyes not landing on anyone. "But I promised to keep that person's secret, so…Mindy, my name is Logan Mitchell. Which room am I in?"

"Room 2D. You're rooming with Arthur Griffin."

Logan dry choked. "What? That can't be right."

Mindy shrugged and handed him the binder she was holding. "See for yourself if you don't believe me."

Logan glowered at the page with his name, roommate, and room number on it, but then his expression vanished into a blank one. "Fine. Whatever. Where's 2D?"

Mindy began to explain to him, but I didn't catch most of what she said – my attention was drawn to the entrance, where a tall, slim, blond haired guy with eyebrows that had become infamous stood, watching the scene play out. Kendall.

Katie's POV

Kendall's eyes met mine for a fleeting second, and then he stepped forward, no longer looking at me. "Can I get my room assignment?"

Mindy eyed him before saying, "You're in 3J – with…Jennifer Knight."

Kendall's jaw dropped. "WHAT? Are you – no – you can't – WHY?"

The last time I had seen Mom look so broken was when Kendall had stormed out of the house for the last time. Who knew that three years later, he could still get the same heartbreaking response from her?

I slipped my arm around Mom, pulling her to me. James came up on her other side and gave her a one-armed hug as well. Carlos frowned, obviously a little confused, but followed our lead and came around behind Mom, hugging her from behind.

"You've still got two of your boys, Mama Knight," Carlos assured her.

"And you've still got me," I added.

Kendall gave us all dirty looks, his eyes resting on Jo for a split second longer, before getting his keycard and marching off without even asking for directions. Typical Kendall. Knowing him, he would get lost and find himself in the boiler room or something. Some things never change.

Mom sighed and ducked out from all of our arms. "I'm Jennifer Knight. Can I have my keycard please? I need to go and find my son and talk to him."

"Mom – " I began, but she put her hand up.

"I need to talk to him alone. You find out where you're staying, okay? I'll come and find you later. Love you."

"I love you too," I muttered.

Mindy handed Mom her keycard and gave her directions, and Mom set off to find the room and the idiot who I lovingly call my brother.

Jo sighed, looking and sounding distressed. No wonder. Kendall had barely even looked at her.

"My name's Jo Taylor," she said to Mindy. "Can I have my keycard?"

"Sure. You're in room 3B with Camille Roberts."

"Thanks," Jo said, sounding exhausted, and took the keycard and headed off to her room.

"So Logan," I began. He turned to face me haughtily, quite an unusual expression on Logan's face.

"What?" he asked.

"No 'nice to see you, how's everything been going'? Or 'gee whiz, it's so good to know that you guys haven't been killed by the lunatic who blackmailed us all onto this cruise in the first place'? And what's with the attitude anyway? Just because none of us got a text blaming this entire thing on one person is no reason to treat us like we're invalids. James and Carlos and I all had falling outs, but at least we said 'hi' to each other and hugged and everything. You and Kendall are both acting like it was our idea to come on this cruise in the first place. Care to explain?"

Logan finally raised his sunglasses, securing them on his head. "Maybe I just don't want a replay of what happened during the last fight. Ever thought about that, Katie? Hmmm? Ever considered that there's more to this world than, oh, say, you?"

Whoa. That did not sound like Logan at all.

"Hey! Whoa there," Camille stepped in, waving her arms. "What the hell is the matter with you? Frankly, I think Katie has a damn good point. Kendall treated us all like we don't even exist, and you're going around acting like this whole thing is our fault and you're the only innocent party."

"Maybe that's because I am," Logan shot back at her. "Ever thought about that? Think about it, Camille. We all have secrets in this room. Every single one of us. And one of those secrets is the reason why we're all here. I think I can honestly say that I'm the only one here who doesn't have a secret that affected the band in some way."

"Oh yeah?" Camille shot back. "Then what's my secret?"

"You made out with James when we were seventeen. That had enough of an effect on the band and our relationship to perhaps – "

SMACK!

Camille had slapped Logan across the face. "How DARE you bring that up? That was five years ago and it was an accident!"

"Camille." Stephanie and Jo both hurried forward to grab her and pin her back.

"Still as crazy as ever, eh Cami?" Logan retorted with a sneer on his face. "But you were always a crazy bitch."

"Okay, what the fuck happened to you?" Stephanie screamed at Logan. "You were always so nice and sweet! How did you get to be such a…such a…"

"Such a what? Listen, Steph, only the sons of bitches ever get anywhere in life. Hollywood taught me that."

"That doesn't mean you can be such an ass to your friends!"

"Ex-friends, Stephanie, ex-friends. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm outta here."

And with that, he snatched up his keycard and swaggered off, just like the motherfucker he was.

There was a pause, and then Carlos shook his head. "I don't know. I think he's been listening to too many Motley Crue songs."

James gave a shaky laugh. "I think one of us should've punched him – I mean, besides Camille. Maybe it would've knocked some sense into him."

"I'll do it," I volunteered eagerly. "He could use a good slap upside the head. This'll be fun!"

I made it the first few steps before James grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back to him.

"Oh no you don't, if anyone's going to be doing any punching of the Loganator, it's going to be me."

"Uh, no, it's going to be me," I argued. "I'm the one who he called self-centered."

"Yeah, but I punch harder than you."

"I beg to differ." And I sank my fist into his stomach.

He gave me the thumbs up sign as he toppled over. "How adorable!"

"It should be me who punches him," Camille launched in as James lay curled up in the fetal position on the ship's floor, moaning and clutching his stomach. "I'm the ex-girlfriend who got reminded of a mistake that she made when she was seventeen. Plus, if I may remind you, I got called a crazy bitch."

"Well, I'm the one who he pretty much dissed," Stephanie reminded her. "Plus, you already got to slap him. Let the rest of us have a turn!"

"Hey, he completely ignored James and me!" Carlos protested, and James gave a squeaky, indignant, "Yeah!" from the floor.

"So one of us should hold his hands behind his back while the other one of us punches him," Carlos finished up.

"No, no, no, this is what we do," I cut in. "Camille, you jump him and knock him down. You and Stephanie, keep him pinned down, and then James, Carlos, and I will come swinging at him."

There was a general pause, and then everyone nodded.

"Sounds good to me," Camille agreed.

"Me too," Stephanie added.

"Love the idea," Carlos said.

"Hear, hear," James groaned from the floor.

"Well, I guess I should go check on Jo," Camille said with a sigh, before saying to Mindy, "I'm Camille Roberts. Could I have my cardkey?"

"Sure, here you go."

Mindy handed Camille her key and Camille headed off to her room, leaving James (still holding onto his stomach while curled up on the floor), Carlos, Stephanie, and I alone.

"Carlos Garcia," Carlos stated to Mindy. "Which room am I – ?"

"You're in 2N with Stephanie King."

We all did double-takes. I had figured that I would be sharing with Stephanie and James and Carlos would be rooming together, not…Oh my God. There was no way. This was…this was such an obvious setup.

"Are you sure?" Stephanie asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "I mean, it's definitely Carlos and me together? So Katie Knight and James Diamond are roommates?"

"Yes, that's right."

Carlos stared at James and me, looking like he was mulling something over in his head. Carlos very rarely mulled things over, but when he did, he was usually spot-on. Great. All we needed now was a suspicious Carlos and the awkwardness would be complete.

"Could we have our keycards?" Stephanie stepped forward. "I'm Stephanie King."

Mindy handed Stephanie and Carlos their keycards, before looking over at James and me.

"Katie Knight and James Diamond?"

"That would be us," I admitted.

"You two are in room 2K. Here are your keycards. Have a nice cruise."

I took the keycards and hauled James to his feet. "Oh, stop complaining. I didn't hit you that hard. Anyway, aren't your abs supposed to be, like, rock hard or something?"

"I wasn't ready for it," he griped, swiping his keycard from me. "I hadn't braced myself."

I snickered as we began walking towards the stairs. "You are such a baby."

"Hey, it's not my fault you punch harder than the average nineteen year old girl," he said defensively.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "And how many nineteen year old girls go around punching you?"

He smirked. "So far, you're the only one."

"Lucky me."

"Hey, that's the closest you've come to these – " he yanked his shirt up to show off his perfect washboard abs (AAAAAGH!) – " in a long time."

I rolled my eyes as we reached the second floor. "You are such a man."

"I thought I was a baby."

"You are."

"So I'm a man and a baby at the same time. I'm a ban. A manby. A – "

"Shut up or I'll kick you in the balls."

"Wow, Katie, I thought you'd never offer. Just like old times, right?" he added with a wink.

I threw him a disgusted look while praying fervently that I wasn't blushing like crazy. "Masochist."

"Only when it comes to you, K-squared." Nice to know he's gotten his old charm back. I was getting worried there when he was being nice and sweet and polite.

We reached 2K and I stuck the keycard in the door. With a click, the door unlocked and I opened it.

The room was…well…small. I mean, not traditional-standard-fare-cruise-ship small, but still fairly small. There was one queen size bed, a TV, a dresser, a closet, a weird watercolor painting of a hill side hanging over the bed, and a bathroom.

No couch, no second bed, much less a second bedroom, no nothing. Oh my…

James glanced around. "This can't be right…"

But I knew it was. It had to be. The Replacement had made sure that we would have no choice but to sleep in the same bed together, something we hadn't done in three years.

James dashed into the bathroom. For a moment I thought he was going to vomit, but instead I found him checking out the bathtub. "Damn, not even big enough for a four-foot person to sleep in," he griped. "And there's not enough carpet space for even a midget to stretch out on."

"Face it, James," I said, stepping up to him. "The Replacement planned this. They want this to be as weird and awkward as possible. They're making sure we have to sleep in that bed with each other. They're giving us no other options. I bet if we cared to check, everyone else will be sleeping in close quarters with each other." I paused, thinking of Logan and Griffin, and then said, "Well, maybe not such close quarters, but close enough so that there's really no way to get away from each other. The Replacement planned this all out well."

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and James jumped slightly too. We glanced at each other warily before pulling our phones out. They each vibrated four more times, before they finally settled down.

"Five new messages," I confirmed. "You?"

"Same."

"Open them on the count of three?"

"Deal. One – "

"Two – "

And then together: "THREE!"

I opened the message and felt my stomach nearly drop to the floor as I caught sight of the blocked number: Ahhhh, Katie, James, congratulations on the reunion! You two must be so thrilled to see each other! Yes Katie, you're right – I made damn sure that no one had any alternative to sleep anywhere else. But James – it was a nice try. But wow, this must be so awkward for you two! Imagine – you used to sneak around and bang each other behind everyone else's backs, and now, 3 years later, you're sleeping in the same bed again. Owwww! All I can say is: Have fun and be safe. And by "be safe" I mean there's protection – ahem, birth control – in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. There! Didn't your guys' cruise just suddenly get so much better? ;) Have a good time and don't be afraid to act out your guys' sexual tension! –The Replacement.

Wow! Only one text from The Replacement! How about that? So the main focus of this chapter was to kind of reunite everyone and kind of give you guys the impression of what their relationships are like, where they stand with each other. And sorry about Logan and Kendall being OOC, but there are reasons for that. And sorry if everyone else seemed to get along a little too easily. I just didn't want everyone fighting all at once. There should be plenty of arguments and fights along the way, but I just couldn't do that in this chapter.

Aaaannnndddd...Katie and James, huh? Was it shocking, or did you guys see it coming from a mile away?

So...comments? Questions? Thoughts? I take 'em all. I might not answer your questions if they're dealing with stuff that'll happen later on, but if you're confused about something that I can clear up, I'll be more than happy to do so.

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