A/N: I feel like such a horrible person! I haven't updated this story since MAY! Holy Danggggg! -_- I thought that I would be able to update more since there would be no school, but with sports and a social life, my summer has been pretty busy :P Now, on with the chapter... This is the chapter before the actual confrontations and fighting. All this leads up to it...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Suite Life on Deck. Disney owns all its characters that they have made while I own the characters I have made.

Bentley could hardly believe his ears. "Who-who did you say?"

Savannah avoided his eyes. "Scott Carrington."

Bentley had to sit down as he was hit with this horrible news. My girlfriend slept with my sister's boyfriend? he thought. "How does that even happen?" he mumbled to himself.

"Pardon?" Savannah asked, taking a seat next to him on the bed. Bentley then smiled and began to chuckle. "What is so funny?" she asked curiously. Honestly, how could he laugh at a time like this? Savannah asked herself.

"Scott's coming over for dinner tonight," was all he said before standing up and pacing around his room. Tons of ideas entered his mind as to what he might do to Scott. Even though Bentley knew he wasn't the toughest guy around, he figured that he had what it takes to show Scott a piece of his mind. After all, he had taken advantage of Chandler. and this made Bentley furious.

Savannah, catching his drift, quickly intervened. "Oh, no, no, no, Bentley! Don't you dare say anything at the dinner table! If you have something to say to Scott, just talk to him privately..."

Bentley suddenly shook his head. "No, I think my sister should know too. I mean, she thinks she loves this guy and he went and slept with her best friend! Probably because he wasn't getting what he wanted from her!" he exclaimed, turning red as he got angry.

"Actually, I don't think Scott and Kinley were together when Chandler and Scott hooked up," Savannah confessed.

"What do you mean?" Bentley asked, but was interrupted by his phone. He picked it up and slightly smiled before answering it. "Hey Chandler. So, I was thinking... Do ya wanna come over for dinner tonight? My mom is cooking and Kinley is having-" he paused, searching for the right words, "-a guest come over too."

Savannah's eyes got wide as she stared at the teenage boy in front of her. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked in a hushed tone.

Bentley completely ignored her as he carried on with the conversation. "Alright, sounds great! See you at seven, then." He hung up the phone and looked at Savannah, who was giving him a hard glare. "What?" he asked innocently.

"I know what you're doing," she answered. "You're going to get all four of you there and then spit out the truth, aren't you? You're going to make Chandler and Scott look like the bad guys!"

"No, I wasn't, but I like that idea better," Bentley replied. "Thanks, Savannah! Oh, and for the record, they are the bad guys." He gave a quick wink to Savannah before opening his bedroom door and ushering her out.

She sighed. "Fine, I'll leave, but you better not tell Chandler I told you. If you do, you're going to see a mean side of me. A side that isn't afraid to kick your ass!" Savannah threatened.

"There's a mean side to you?" Bentley asked, pretending to be shocked. "I never would have thought..."

Savannah scoffed and whacked the back of his head. "I'll see you later, Bentley." And at that, she left the Martin household.

Later that day, Kinley looked at the clock on the kitchen wall for the tenth time in five minutes. God, what is taking him so long? she wondered. As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Kinley made a mad dash for the door, nearly knocking over Bailey on her way. "I'll get it!"

Bailey stopped and rolled her eyes before heading back to the kitchen to check on dinner. Kinley pushed down some hair before unlocking the door. She kept her eyes on her shoes as she opened it, "I was wondering when you were going to get here..."

"You were?" a female voice asked in return. That was obviously not Scott.

Kinley's head shot up and she closed her eyes a little, as if she were seeing things. "Chandler? What in the world are you doing here?"

"Bentley invited me for dinner; did he not tell you?" Chandler took a small step toward the door, wanting inside the house. "Can I come in?"

Kinley smiled and stepped to the side. "Of course! How you feeling, Channy?"

Chandler shrugged. "Not too bad, but not too good either. Morning sickness is starting to take its toll on me," she informed. "And I'm beginning to get cravings, but not weird ones yet..."

Kinley nodded as they entered into the kitchen. "Mom, Chandler's here," she announced.

Bailey looked up from the food she was stirring. "Chandler, this is a nice surprise!"

"A surprise? Was no one but Bentley expecting me?" Chandler asked, beginning to become confused.

"Well, dear, he certainly didn't mention to me that you were joining us," Bailey answered.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Martin. If I had known that I wasn't welcomed, I-"

"Who said anything about not being welcomed?" Bailey said. "Honey, you may stay here as long as you like. I mean, as long as you have my grandchild in your belly, you are staying in the picture!"

Chandler blushed. She had not known that his family knew the news and figured that this was why Bentley asked her to come over; to break the ice. "Th-thank you Mrs. Martin," she stammered. "I'm just going to tell Bentley that I'm here, if you don't mind."

"Go right ahead, sweetheart," Bailey assured her. As soon as Chandler was out of sight, Bailey turned to her daughter and sighed. "What a shame... Such a nice, young girl is now pregnant... Her life is going to change dramatically..."

"I know," was all Kinley whispered.

"And you-" Bailey pointed to Kinley with a large knife that she had picked up, "-if you ever come home and tell me you're pregnant... Well, that will be the end of you, missy."

Kinley laughed and took a step back. "Whoa, Mom, put the knife down! You don't need to worry about me."

Bailey smiled as she realized how close she was to her daughter with a pointy object. She then began to cut some carrots. "Sorry, and that's good to hear... Now, where is this boyfriend of yours? You told him seven, right?"

Kinley nodded and, once more, she looked at the clock. 7:14; where is he?

"Well, dinner is almost ready, so he better hurry," Bailey said, glancing at the clock herself. She set down the knife and walked over to the staircase. "Kids! Wash up for dinner then get down here!" she yelled, then went to Cody's office to tell him the same thing.

Soon, everyone was sitting around the table, except for Scott. Cody looked at his watch and read, "7:32 P.M. This is not how I wanted my first impression for this boy to be, Kinley."

Kinley sighed. "Sorry, Daddy, I honestly don't know where he is and why he's late," she confessed.

Brady slowly creeped his hand toward the roll basket, but Bailey slapped his hand away. "Wait, Brady," she ordered and the youngest Martin slouched in his seat.

"How much longer?" he complained. "I'm hungry!"

"We're all hungry, Brady," Bailey said slowly. "We'll wait five more minutes and if the young man isn't here by then, then we'll begin ea-" She was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Finally!" Brady rejoiced, throwing his hands in the air. Kinley gave him a look before quickly heading towards the door.

She opened it fast and grabbed Scott's arm to pull him in. "Wow! Someone is anxious to see me!" Scott said happily.

"You're late," Kinley hissed. "I told you to be here on time. Now my dad is pissed!"

"Sorry babe, but I had to run to the store to bring these." He held up a large basket full of desserts. "Maybe this will make up for my tardiness."

Kinley rolled her eyes and giggled. "You are such a suck up!"

Scott laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "C'mon, I wanna meet the folks."

Kinley laced her fingers with his and led him to the kitchen. As they walked in, all eyes were on them. "Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Scott Carrington."

But then, all eyes were quickly turned on Chandler, who had dropped her fork and then wore an expression full of horror.

A/N: Yeah, no fights yet... BOO, I know, but that will be in the next chapter. And honestly, I think this one turned out alright:)

Also, I would just like to say that I am not a very descriptive writer. Some may notice and others may not, but I am more of a writer that has characters speak a lot. So, that's just a warning on how I write... And it will most likely never change, unless I somehow am bestowed upon with that power! :P

Anyways, on another note, I've only had one person review the latest chapter in 'One Moment at a Time' and that is Boris Yeltsin. Thank you, thank you, and thank you! You have no idea how much that means to me... So, I'm not demanding that you go and review, people, but I am asking you (oh-so-kindly) to take a few minutes of your time and read & review that chapter. Please? :)

Please, please, please review this chapter! This is probably my most popular story and I want to keep it that way... Plus, I don't update that often and I feel like I am loved and that I have been missed when I get a ton of reviews after my absence.

Thanks for everything, you amazing and wonderful people of the world! Well, that's some of you, at least... ;P

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