"Sweetie, you're cutting the circulation of my wrist off," Cody whispered in Brianna's ear, trying to pry her pink polished fingers away from his hand.

"No, don't make me let go," Brianna begged. His hand was the only thing keeping her grounded at the moment.

"Okay," Cody sighed. "But you'll need to let go for the personal interview, you know. We all have our own chairs."

She nodded, her pale face set.

"God, ease up Brie," Kamille said, who was digging through a bag of goldfish as Greyson played with a Hot Wheels truck, racing it up and down the chairs in the dressing room.

"Vroom vroom," Greyson made car noises softly as he crawled around with his truck.

"Chill out like Greyson," Cody said bracingly bringing Brianna's hand to his lips and kissing it. "See? He's not nervous at all…I can get you your own Hot Wheels if it would help."

Brianna shook her head nervously.

"Kamille, can you get her to calm down?" Cody asked exasperatedly. But Kamille was too busy with her goldfish, naming them individually and then biting their heads off as she reassured them that "it wouldn't hurt a bit" and that her digestive track was "just like a rollercoaster."

"They're a perfect pair," Cody said, nodding at Kamille and Greyson, each wrapped up in their inanimate objects.

Brianna smiled faintly, and took a deep breath. She could do this, especially if Greyson and Cody could every single day.

"Greyson, how much longer until we go on?" She asked.

"Exactly nineteen seconds," he said, again not looking up at all.

"No way," Cody protested. "There's no way that you could know that."

"Fourteen seconds," Greyson sang defiantly. He stood up and pulled Kamille to her feet as Cody counted down, trying to prove him wrong.

"Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," Cody said, staring at the red light that would blink when it was time to walk out to the stage.

The signal lit up, and Greyson pushed open the door.

"How's that even possible?" Cody said under his breath as Greyson and the girls walked out ahead of him. Kamille sat in the seat closest to the interviewer, then Greyson, then Brianna, then Cody.

Everybody greeted the audience, and then they cut right to questions. Kamille was first.

"So Kamille," the interviewer asked her Jersey accent as thick as always. "Tell me a little about everybody individually. How do you see Greyson?"

"Greyson's cool," Kamille said, simply.

"Brianna?"

"Kind of annoying, but also pretty cool. We're like sisters."

"And lastly, Cody?"

"Um…I don't think I'm allowed to say the kind of words that come to my mind when you say his name."

She smiled , and the interviewer turned to Greyson, confused.

"Hi Greyson, how are you?"

"The guest room's haunted," he blurted. "And Johnson got loose in the house."

"As strange as ever," she muttered, turning to the person next in line. "Brianna. You seem nice and…normal. Could you tell me a little bit of what happened between you and Alli Simpson? She doesn't seem to like you very much."

"Oh, Alli's fine," Brianna said uncomfortably. If Cody hadn't been beside her, she would've went on and on about how awful Alli was and how she was just another fake Hollywood model. "She seems…nice."

"Really?"

"Really…Greyson, why are you licking me?"

"You taste sweet…Like berries." Greyson smiled and then licked Brianna's arm again. She laughed, and then tasted her other arm.

"Oh my God, you're right," she giggled.

"Are any of you normal?" The interviewer asked. She looked extremely annoyed.

"No," Cody said, who looked tired. "No, they're all insane."

"At least we're not wazzbags like you and your sister, Simpson," Kamille lashed out.

"Wazzbag," giggled Brianna.

"You know this is live?" shrieked the interviewer. "You people are crazy!"

"Yeah, but we can fly," pointed out Greyson. "C'mon, guys."

He stood up and stretched his arms like an airplane's wings, and Kamille did the same. Brianna shrugged, and also stood. Cody rubbed his temples like he had a massive headache and the other three "flew" from the room.

"I'm sorry," Cody said, and he stood. He went backstage, where he stood angrily, looking at Kamille, Greyson, and Brianna who were collapsed on the floor in a pile of laughter.

"Why did you three do that?" he demanded, shouting. "Why? That was a legit interview, and you ruined everything! Greyson, you're letting these girls destroy our careers! I'd have expected it from Kamille, but Brianna…How could you do this to me?"

"I'm sorry," she said, defensively. She stood up off the floor and straightened herself out. "God, Cody. What's the big deal? It was just an interview."

"Just an interview?" he repeated, his face glowing red with anger. "Just an interview? It may have been just a game to you but this is my job at stake!"

He was screaming, and Brianna hated to be yelled at. Unsure of what to do, she burst into tears like she always did when something happened.

"Don't start crying," Cody said, exasperated. "God, Brie. Seriously, I don't care. Cry all you like. Greyson, were leaving."

"No we're not," Greyson said, being mature for once. "Cody, get over yourself. You're taking this way too seriously."

"They're ruining our careers," Cody repeated through gritted teeth.

"So what? For the first time since I got famous, I'm having fun with people my own age," Greyson said. "I'm not leaving Brianna, and I'm definitely not leaving Kamille."

Kamille was texting, completely oblivious to everything going on around her. Brianna had stopped crying almost instantly, and was now worried.

"Cody, I'm really sorry," she said, ringing her hands. "Please don't break up with me for this."

"Brianna, don't even apologize to him," Greyson said, flaring up. "You didn't do a thing wrong. It's him that needs to apologize for shouting at you like that."

"Greyson, stay out of it," Cody demanded.

"Or what?" Greyson asked, his eyes narrowed. "You know I'm right."

Cody stared at Greyson a second, and then turned to Brianna.

"He's right. I'm sorry, don't be sad."

He pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her gently. When she kissed back, he took himself to be forgiven, and pulled away.

"Limo's here," Kamille said, peering out a window. They all raced out of the car and got back in the limo, tempers diffused for the moment but still sky high.

(OoO)

"Goodnight Cody, goodnight Grey," Brianna said. She and Kamille were headed to bed after the long day.

"Nighty night, girls," Greyson smiled sweetly. Kamille kissed him on the cheek, and then they walked up the stairs to the guest room.

"Do you think this room is really haunted?" Brianna asked Kamille, who was only scared of one thing and one thing only. Ghosts.

"Nah," Kamille shrugged as they changed into their pajamas. Brianna put on a tank top and Hello Kitty shorts, Kamille changed into an oversized T shirt with the words "I bite when I feel threatened", shorts, and monster slippers.

They both climbed into their beds, and turned the lights off. They fell asleep…

(OoO)

Brianna woke with a start, realizing that she had no reason to be awake. That meant someone was watching her. Frightened, she decided to go wake Cody.

She put her feet on the floor, feeling the cold under her toes. Suddenly she felt something brush by her ankle, and she screamed. She pulled her feet back up to her chest and screamed again.

"What's wrong?" Kamille's urgent tone floated out into Brie's ear in the darkness.

"This room is scary," Brianna said. "Turn the light on!"

She heard Kamille cross the room and flip the flight switch, but nothing happened.

"It's not turning on," Kamille said. She sounded scared, and she flew into her bed once more.

"Cody!" Brianna screamed. Then she turned towards Kamille. "Aren't you going to call Greyson?"

"No, he'd be scared," Kamille said.

The door opened a second later, and both Cody and Greyson appeared.

"Are you alright?" Cody asked in a hushed tone. "Brianna baby, where are you?"

"Here," she said. "The lights won't work and I-I'm scared…"

"I'll protect you," Cody said, trying to be manly. He rushed into Brianna's bed and collected her in his arms as Greyson followed him.

"Greyson," Brianna hissed. "Why are you in my bed? Kamille's over there."

"No I'm not," Kamille's voice appeared suddenly on the other side of Brianna.

"This is ridiculous," Cody said. "Guys, there's nothing wrong with this room. Doesn't anyone have a torch?"

"What in God's good name is a torch?" Kamille asked.

"Those things that the angry mob used to scare Frankenstein away," Greyson said, trying to be smart.

"Why would anyone have one of those?" Kamille asked.

"No, in Australia it means flashlight," Brianna said impatiently.

"That's stupid," Kamille said.

"No it's not!" Cody argued.

"Greyson, flashlight?" Brianna asked nervously as she imagined shadows moving around the walls.

"There should be one in the drawer beside this bed," Greyson said, digging through it in the dark. He pulled out a flashlight and lit it, holding Kamille in front of him like a shield to protect himself.

"Turn it on," Brianna whispered under her breath.

Greyson hit the button, and illuminated the mirror, and they all screamed.

There was a face.