"Brianna!" Kamille screeched, running up the stairs to tell her cousin the good news. She opened the door to Brianna's bedroom, and the sight made her mouth drop.

The entire room was wrecked, the wallpaper scraped, the lamp and mirror's glass all over the floor, the dresser looked like it had been beat with by a hammer and the clothes all taken out and ripped. Right then, Brianna was working on breaking the bed with only a baseball bat. She looked like she was failing, but it had to break soon. When Brianna heard the sound of the door opening, she turned around and faced the gaping Kamille.

"Is that freak gone?" Brianna asked Kamille impaintently, wanted to get back to taking out all her anger on the bed.

"Read this." Kamille threw the note at Brianna, looking at her torn jeans and shirts.

Brianna read the note, her expression turning from angry to understanding, and put it on the broken dresser, "Oh my gosh. I'm gonna invite him over to say sorry."

"K."

Greyson walked into the room, and his smile faded into a sad frown.

"This was my room! It had memories but you just selfishly killed them!" His eyes gleamed with tears. He ran from the room.

"Greyson! Wait!" Brianna tried to get him to stay, but he wouldn't listen, "Here's the plan. I get Cody. You get Greyson. You know, you two should go out."

"Whatever. Just text Cody."

Kamille grabbed the railing of the stairs, picked up her speed, and let her feet leave the floor. She loved the feeling of herself flying.

"Greysooooooon?" She yelled while "flying". She heard a little whimper, and ran down to exactly she would go. Into P.J.'s room. She walked in, and saw Greyson's tear stained face in the corner. She ran to him and gave him a hug. She knew her nice side was coming out, the one only Brianna saw, but she didn't care.

"Cody- Yea, I called you to ask- YES, just come over! K, see you soon."

After about 5 minutes, the doorbell rang. Brianna ran downstairs, and opened the door. Cody's eye was purple.

"Umm.. Hi! And sorry about the misunderstanding. And about your eye." She kissed Cody's cheek, and gave him a bear hug.

"I love you too, Brie."

"Ok, I sorta hurt Greyson's feelings, and killed his room, but I was just mad so... Help me?"

"Sure. Get him spicy food, or something."

"That doesn't help! What am I supposed to say?"

"I dunno. Just let him... Wait! I got it! Hook them up!"

"Naw, I'm not gonna hook them up... I'll help Greyson get the courage to ask her out! Bye! Oh yea, and you have to stall Kamille." With that, she ran to get Greyson and get Kamille away from him. Then she slowly walked back into the room.

"I'll do that in the morning. You can sleep over." She climbed into her almost-but-not broken bed, "I'm cold." Cody climbed in too, but not under the covers. He hugged Brianna , and closed his eyes into a sound sleep. Almost.

"LLAMA BOY IS IN BRIANNA'S BED GREYSON!"

Brianna woke up from a dreamland of unicorns that eat rainbows and crap butterflies and lots of Bufflo the Turtles telling her to eat the magic clam (these are from annoying orange). She looked up at the black haired girl who was shouting at someone to come into the room. Greyson entered the room, not wearing pajamas but the clothes from yesterday, and holding PJ. He handed him off to Kamille, who put him on her hip, and pointed at the sleeping Cody and the almost awake Brianna.

"W-What time is it?" Brianna yawned.

"10." Greyson said, completely awake and still very annoyed with her.

"What's happening?" Cody yelled, sitting up in the bed.

"Just eat." Greyson shoved a bowl of cody crunch and an orange into his hands.

"Distract Kamille while I tell Greyson." Brianna whispered to Cody, and he started eating his breakfast.

"Greyson! Come here." She grabbed Greyson's arm, and pulled him into the basement, "You should ask Kamille out."

"She would say yes! You're the only person she really gets along with!" Brianna insisted.

"I'm too..."

"Lovable? Funny?"

"Scared."

"Well I'm here to make you not! I'll watch you! But I'm not gonna follow you because that would be... awkward. If you're a boy, Kamille isn't too hard to make calm down. Do it! Wait, you like her, right?"

"Yes, definatly."

Brianna gave Greyson a little push up the stairs. "Do it!"

Greyson walked up the rest of the stairs, and saw Kamille feeding the baby some apple juice. She was in a purple long sleeve, but she had rolled up the sleeves to her elbows, that said 'I always finish what I st' and jeans with her black and purple DC's that she always wore. Greyson looked nervosly back at Brianna, who was wearing a black shirt that slid off her left shoulder, which had a girl only outlined, who was wearing a dress, with a tank top underneath, jeans and pink socks. The kitchen suddenly looked like a place of horror, like Kamille's brain.

"Um.. Hey Kamille?"