Sorry for not updating sooner. But I had some serious writer's block in getting all 3,000 words for this chapter in, and then I was working on my other story, so I apologize profusely for not getting this done quicker.

But here it is now. I know it's kind of a filler, and you guys waited a long time for it too, but it's the best I got at the moment. Since I'm practically done with my other story, this one will be updated quicker.

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CHAPTER 9 -DAY 3 continued-
Tori's POV

The broadcast for the day was over, it having gone exceptionally well. We planned on making reservations at a restaurant for dinner, and just hanging out at the hotel for the rest of the day.

Cat had gone with Jade and Beck to take a quick shopping trip, and I was alone in my hotel room. Next door, I could hear excited shouts from André and Robbie's room even through the walls as I assumed they played another game of bowling. I had eaten room service lunch a while ago, and I could still smell the leftovers where they sat on its tray by the door. I sat down on my bed, PearPhone in hand.

I started to check it out when it said I had an incoming call from Dad.

"Hello?" I said in a cheery voice, tapping a button and putting him on speaker.

"Hey, Tori," he responded. "How are you doing? I haven't heard from you for a couple days, and your mother and I are wondering what you're up to."

"Oh," I laughed, "Well, everything is doing great. I really wish you were here to see The Royale. It is like the nicest hotel in the history of hotels." I chuckled. "Mine and Cat's room has a pool and Jacuzzi, André and Robbie's has a bowling alley, and Beck and Jade's have a dance floor."

"Wow that sounds nicer than the hotel I went to in New York that one time," my dad interrupted before I could continue talking. "And that place's rooms were like the size of our house."

"That must've been expensive," I commented.

"Well, that's also what I wanted to talk to you about," my dad said in an awkward way.

"Wait, what's wrong?"

"Judging from what you just said, I'm gonna guess that those hotel rooms were probably very expensive indeed," my dad. I was still confused and he continued. "And yesterday I checked out our credit card bills and…" his voice trailed off considerably and there was a dead silence.

"What's up, Dad?" I asked, getting worried.

"Well," my dad said, trying to resume his usual professional tone, "our bill says that we spent over three thousand dollars for a hotel room in The Royale."

"Three thousand dollars?" I said in disbelief. "Are you kidding? That's crazy." But then again, that did seem reasonable considering how amazing the rooms were.

I could picture my dad shaking his head as he stuttered an apology into the phone, but I cut him off. "No, Dad, I didn't spend anything on a room. All of the costs were covered with the Vegas 777 program, unless someone stole my credit card number."

"All right, because I thought you guys might've wanted to rent out an extra room or something. But I'm sure you would've asked me first right?"

"Absolutely, Dad," I said, nodding profusely.

"Well then, I guess I'll talking to the credit card company to try and get things figured out. So anyway, how's it been in Vegas? Fun? Exciting?" My dad seemed genuinely interested.

"So much fun," I emphasized, placing the phone on the bed next to me. "Our first broadcast went hilariously, especially since…" I gave my dad exact details on how everyone messed up. By the time I was done, he was roaring with laughter.

"But the one we had today went a lot better. I got to be a field reporter and do some reporting at a fancy casino."

"Very cool," my dad agreed. "And I hope you're staying safe…?"

"Of course, Dad," I assured him, still smiling. "I've only gone shopping, like once on this trip, but we might do some more later after we go out for dinner. And don't worry, I always go with a buddy."

I heard him chuckle and that reminded me of something.

"How is Trina doing, anyway? She must be very jealous of me," I said with a little grin.

"Oh, Trina? Well, I haven't heard from her really. Your mother talked to her a couple days ago and said she was doing okay, I guess. She's not back from her sleepover yet, but I think she'll come home later. You know, after school," my dad answered.

There was a knock at the door suddenly. I looked over at it as a voice said, "It's André, Tori! Open up!"

"And Robbie," another voice added.

"Hold on," I muttered into the phone and walking over to allow André and Robbie to come in. André holding his laptop and grinning excitedly, and Robbie didn't have Rex with him.

"Tori, you have to see this." André sat down on Cat's bed and opened up the laptop. Robbie sat down next to him staring over his shoulder at the screen.

"Shh." I put a finger to my lips and gestured to my phone. André put his hands up, like he was showing me that he was innocent and I smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, Dad, but it looks like André and Robbie have invaded my room."

"Well they better not be doing anything inappropriate," my dad said very loudly, and it didn't help that he was on speaker.

Robbie leaped off Cat's bed in confusion, looking around for where my dad's voice had come from. I pointed to it on my bed, and Robbie sat down, looking confused still.

"Don't worry, Mr. Vega. I'm staying appropriate," André called.

"That's a good man," my dad said. "All right, Tor, I gotta go do some paperwork now. I love you. Don't get into any trouble, okay?"

"Yes, Dad," I said. "Love you too. Bye."

"Tori, you have to look at this," André said again once I was off the phone. He gestured me to come and look at his laptop. I walked over to him and was about to take it when there was another loud knock on the door.

"Someone's at the door," Robbie announced unnecessarily.

I went and opened it, revealing Beck, Jade and Cat standing there. Cat's hands were full of shopping bags, and Jade leaned into Beck as if they had been standing there for ten minutes.

"It's about time," Jade mumbled, pushing her way in.

"Oh, hey guys!" André called from his spot on Cat's bed.

"Hey, you guys are sitting on my bed," Cat pouted, looking around as if she didn't know where else to put her things, even though she had the entire room.

Robbie scooted over a little, patting an empty spot on the bed. Cat set her shopping bags down and sat next to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Robbie looked immensely pleased.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's LV: Daily Reports' main website," André informed them as Beck and Jade went over to see. "They've got a section for comments about how the Vegas 777 hosts are doing, and you guys need to see this."

"Hey, Tori, did you make reservations for dinner yet?" Beck asked me. Jade scowled when her boyfriend talked to me.

I rolled my eyes and said, "No, not yet. My dad just called me and I was talking to him."

Jade snorted loudly, hopping into Beck's lap, who was on André's other side.

"But I can make the reservations if—"

I was rudely interrupted by a loud squeal from Cat. She brought her hands to her mouth, giggling.

"What?" Beck asked, looking at her, his arms around Jade's waist. He glanced at the screen for a few moments, his eyes searching. Finally he started to laugh. Jade was interested in too, but when she saw it her face drained of color immediately.

"What are you guys looking at?" I went over and looked at the screen.

The website had a very nice layout, I have to admit. But at the very top were six pictures in boxes, each with one of us on it, and we were all making such goofy faces, they actually looked kind of cute.

I had my finger on my chin and was looking up, like I was thinking hard. André held a golden trumpet upside-down, a look of absolute confusion on his face. Robbie held Rex, and they were both looking at each other suspiciously. Cat had her hands in the air and her hair poofed up like she was in mid-jump. Jade had her arms across her chest, a corner of her lip wrinkled up, and she looked at the camera so intensely, it felt like she was really watching me. Beck had his eyes closed and he had his fingers in his mouth pulled back, so you could see all of his teeth.

On top of the pictures were the words 'Vegas 777.'

"Oh my god," I whispered.

"Haha, I almost don't even remember taking those pictures," André admitted. "Oh, geez, Jade. You almost as scary in this pic as you do in real life," he commented.

Jade responded by hitting André on the top of his head.

Beck laughed and André said, "I was kidding…sheesh…I thought we were friends…"

I went and sat down on my bed as the others were laughing obnoxiously loud at André's laptop. I wanted to see what was up with Trina. If my parents hadn't heard from her, I'm sure she would at least answer to me.

I picked my phone back up and quickly dialed Trina. I waited and waited for her to pick up, but she didn't. It went to her voicemail.

"Hey, this is Trina. I'm very sorry I can't get to you right now, because I'm sure you really want to talk to me. Leave me a message and I'll call you as soon as I can!" BEEP.

"Hey Trina, it's Tori," I said into the phone, "I was wondering where you are, because I uh, wanted to know how you're doing since I'm in Vegas and you're still back home."Well at least, that's what I hoped for. "Call me back ASAP. Bye."

"Oh, oh, click on that," Robbie said.

There was a silence, and suddenly there were faint noises coming from the laptop. Seconds later, they all burst out laughing.

"What is so funny you guys?" I asked, feeling left out.

André was shaking the laptop so much I thought he was going to drop it. Robbie was on the floor, and Cat wasn't even making any noise she was laughing so hard. Even Jade was smiling a little, and Beck had his face hidden in her back, his body shaking with obvious laughter.

I took the laptop from André, looking at the screen. There was a paused video on the screen, and the captions said it was part of the first Vegas 777 kids' broadcast.

But wait…what's so funny? I scrolled down the screen, realizing that there were already hundreds of comments for this one video.

This has probably got to be the best group of kids for the program yet…I loved the first sports reporter and his puppet…made an excellent point….why doesn't Nevada have its own professional sports team? –LuvThisShow

Seeing that one girl telling a hobo off was so funny I think I passed out. –xMarlox

That Beck boy is very cute…does he have a girlfriend? If not, just give me a call, handsome! –Iwantchu

The comments went on and on, with very few criticizing our performance. A lot of them had to do with the mess-ups that we did apparently being 'absolutely hilarious.' I felt suddenly extremely proud of my friends and myself. Surely some casting directors somewhere would have seen it how caring and fun we were…?

Everyone else had finally calmed down and André took his laptop back. Then I remembered that I needed to find out how Trina was doing.

"I wonder how Trina's doing," I said, unnecessarily out loud, hoping that maybe one of them might pick up on what I was trying to do.

"Who cares?" Jade replied, adjusting herself in Beck's lap. "You don't need to make an announcement like that to the world, Tori. You're wasting oxygen."

I shot her an angry look. That was not the reaction I was expecting, but then again, it was Jade so…

"Well I bet she's really jealous that you got to come to Vegas and she didn't," André remarked, handing the laptop to Robbie, who took it eagerly, his eyes scanning across the screen.

"No, she's here," Cat said suddenly.

I almost gagged on my own spit. "Wait Cat…what did you say?"

"Trina can't be jealous of you coming to Vegas if she's already here," Cat said, a small smile appearing on her face.

Hold the phone…what is Cat talking about?

"What? Trina isn't here. She's at her friend's house," I said.

"But I saw someone who looked a lot like her at the airport when we went back to get your luggage," Cat persisted, her head resting again on Robbie's shoulder.

"And you never said anything before?"

Cat's face blanked out.

If what she had said was true, which there was a small percentage of that actually happening, then what had happened earlier with the newscast and Gale mentioning that someone who looked a lot like me, my dad saying Trina wasn't home from her sleepover yet, and he thought that I had spent three grand on a hotel room…

"There's no way, there's no way," I repeated, hitting my head.

"Tori, are you okay?" Beck asked, concern in his voice.

Jade hissed at him for talking to me. Talk about a jealous girlfriend.

André walked over and sat down next to me. "What's up?"

"Trina…" I whispered through shaking lips, "Trina is here."

"Are you sure you know what you're talking about, Tori? I mean, you know," in a lower voice he added, "Cat might just be messing around with you. You know how she is."

"No!" I said, a little too abruptly, standing up. André looked surprised, and everyone else looked over at me. "My dad just called, and asked if I spent three grand on a hotel room."

André's eyebrows shot up. "Three grand?"

I nodded. "And I didn't spend any of that money, because these rooms were already paid for, right?" They all mumbled a weak 'yes.'

"Oh that reminds me," Jade said suddenly. She hopped off Beck and reached into her back pocket, pulling out a shiny credit card. "Here you go, Vega."

My eyes were as big as saucers when I took the card from her. "Y-Y-You took my credit card and spent three thousand dollars on a hotel room?" I yelled in disbelief.

"Uh, no," Jade responded airily, going back and sitting next to Beck. "I found your credit card in the hallway and picked it up. So now I'm being a good person and returning it to you."

"I don't believe you," I said, shoving the card safely into my pocket.

"Then don't, Vega," she responded, starting to play with Beck's hair. "And stop blaming me for something I never did. You know they're cutting down rain forests all over the world that produce oxygen that you're wasting? So if I were you I'd shut up."

"You…you…you…" I couldn't even get the words out. Why in the world would Jade spend money on my credit card? My signature was easy enough to copy but how did she know the pin number?

"Stop mumbling. It's very distracting." Jade sounded very annoyed.

"Tori, calm down. I don't think Jade really spent all that money on a hotel room," Beck tried to defend his girlfriend.

"Then who would? Who else has access to my parents' bank account and is staying at a five-star hotel called The Royale?" I challenged, pulling desperately at my hair.

Silence.

"Trina might," Robbie said suddenly, "if she's actually here."

I turned on him, trying to stay cool and collected. "My dad called and said that Trina wasn't answering her phone, and she's not home even though it's Monday. I tried to call her and she doesn't pick up. This morning on the news broadcast, one of the workers at that casino says that the culprit breaking the machines looks a lot like me, but older. Cat claims she saw someone at the airport when we went back to get our luggage…"

"But that doesn't explain how she managed to get here," Beck put in. "She'd have to had stolen someone's credit card…"

"That's it!" I shouted excitedly. "She probably stole one of my parents' credit cards, because you know, she's always doing that sort of thing, and she bought a plane ticket to here using that, and then she bought the hotel room. That's why my dad thought I had spent the money instead! Yeah, that's what she did!"

I picked up my phone and dialed Trina again, as everyone (but Jade) crowded around me eagerly.

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Trina's POV

Lounging around in the hotel was pretty boring at the moment, especially since I didn't have one of those special rooms with swimming pools. I surfed the Internet on my orange phone, listening to some music.

I'll have to admit, Tori and her friend did a nice darn job working on the broadcast this morning, but I do have to say that I probably could've outdone them without thinking twice.

But there was one thing they were talking about that really caught my interest.

When Cat and Tori talked to that Dale person or whatever at the casino, they mentioned someone wreaking havoc and breaking many of the lottery machines. And then that person had gone and said that the culprit looked similar to Tori, but older.

I'm pretty sure they were talking about me.

What rude people! They realize that someone is running away from three other guys, and the only one they pay attention to is the girl? What kind of world is this? In my opinion they should've done some reporting on Hawk, Isaiah and Butch. Not me!

I was a wanted criminal now. Stuck here in Las Vegas, and no one else knew I was here.

Well that was awkward.

Suddenly, I jumped up in the bed as my phone, which was plugged into my earbuds, got really loud because someone was calling me. I wrenched the end of the cord out and looked at the caller.

Tori.

Again? She just called like five minutes ago.

Okay, I would answer a call from Mom or Dad, but not my baby sister, especially when she was probably only a few hundred yards away. I heard you could track a phone with a special app or something like that, and I did not want that happening, at least not now.

I kept as quiet as I could and did not answer. The phone eventually stopped ringing, and the message 'One missed call' appeared.

That was a close one, I sighed.

Little did I know, but things were about to get a whole lot worse.

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