. . .Okay, I can honestly say that this is most definitely NOT the best story I have written. . .no seriously. *hangs head in shame*

I'm not real proud of this chapter, but OH WELL, it's filler, and filler is needed occasionally. You know, probably.

Also, FanFiction is being a bitch with formatting, so sorry if it's all screwy-uppy. (I dunno).

I don't own and stuff.

"Cody and Bailey, you're in charge of the balloons for prom," Zack instructed. "And please, brother dear, don't make 3D molecules with them like you did in sixth grade."

"Yes, sir," Cody said, rolling his eyes. "No 3D molecules." His eyes suddenly lit up. "But you have to admit, that oxygen model I made was really-"

"Woody and Addison, you'll be handling utensils!" Zack interrupted, abruptly cutting Cody off.

"Whazzat?" Woody said, confused.

"Forks, knives, spoons, et cetera," Cody answered, sighing.

"Spoons? I love spoons!" Addison said excitedly. "I-love-how-spoons-make-that-really-pretty-tinklin g-noise-when-you-tap-them-on-glass-and-I-also-real ly-love-the-fact-that-you-can-use-them-to-launch-m elon-balls-and-oh-I-remember-this-one-time-in-four th-grade-"

"I gave her a piece of butterscotch candy this morning," Woody admitted sheepishly.

"That explains it."

"London, you're going to be putting up the party streamers," Zack ordered, trying to restore order by raising his voice.

"Yay! I'm gonna call Daddy and tell him to send us some sparkly pink silk streamers right now!" London cheered, whipping out her hot pink phone. "Wait. What's Daddy's number?"

Zack chuckled and pulled out a slip of paper with a number written on it. "Here you go, London."

"Thanks, Cody!" she said, hugging Zack.

"Wow. She still gets us mixed up," Cody reflected. "By the way, how did you get Mr. Tipton's number?"

Zack grinned. "Let's just say that I snuck into Moseby's cabin a couple weeks ago."

"Spare me the details," Cody groaned, stepping away.

"And Maya," Zack continued, flashing a hundred-watt smile for his girlfriend. "You're in charge of food."

"What?" Cody exclaimed. "If anything, I should be in charge of food. I'm the best chef on this ship."

"You wanna bet?" Maya said, grinning.

Cody laughed. "I accept your challenge."

"Great," Maya replied. "Down to the kitchen. Now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Zack interrupted, holding up his hands. "You guys can have your competition later, but I'm not changing any plans now."

"What?" Cody said, shocked. "That's not fair!"

"Look, Cody," Zack said, walking up close to him. "These plans are final."

"Name one reason why," he retorted, crossing his arms.

"Because she's my girlfriend and I'm in charge," Zack replied confidently, crossing his arms as well.

Cody opened his mouth to say something, but then decidedly changed his mind and shut it again. "Okay, whatevs."

"Ha!" Zack exulted.

"Shut up."

Ms. Tutweiller ushered all the students into her classroom, but everyone was in an exceptionally good mood. After all, it was prom night.

"Today, we will be learning about how a food particle travels through a cell," she said, pulling down a screen with a cell diagram on it.

Everyone, including London, took out their notebooks and started writing. As Ms. Tutweiller spoke about how different foods yielded different nutrition for the cell, Woody spoke up. "What about human meat?"

Maya suddenly slammed her hand down on the desk. "That is called cannibalism, by the way, and is in fact frowned upon in many countries-"

She didn't get to finish her statement as the whole class exploded into laughter, Woody joining in.

Ms. Tutweiller dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "Thank you, Maya, for explaining," she said. "Woody, she is, in fact, correct."

Woody grinned and went back to writing in his notebook. "Hey, Maya, how much have you written?"

Maya turned around in her seat and displayed her silver-and-blue covered notebook to her friend, and Woody nearly fainted. Five pages of impossibly neat writing.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish before finally saying, "Is that, like, calligraphy?"

She laughed. "No, it's just my regular writing."

Woody gave her an incredulous look and showed her his torn notebook filled with chicken scratches.

Maya whistled. "You know what, I'll just refrain from saying anything."

Woody plastered a look of hurt on his face, earning a light laugh from both of them, before looking at Bailey in the seat in front of them.

She had her hand raised, but not in the way you would expect. Her eyes were wild and her arm looked like it was going to pop out of its socket. She was wiggling her fingers frantically, silently mouthing the words Pick me!"

"Ms. Tutweiller?" Maya spoke up. "I think Bailey's going to wet her pants."

This brought on another fresh wave of laughter from the class. Zack had tears streaming down his face as he fell off his chair, still laughing. Addison had doubled up and had her face to the wall. Even Cody was clutching his stomach and laughing despite the warning glares from his girlfriend.

Bailey shot Maya a glare, to which she returned with a smirk. Zack managed to turn around and offer Maya a fist-bump, to which she accepted.

"Yes, Bailey?" Ms. Tutweiller said, attempting to smother her laughter.

"The Golgi apparatus."

"No."

"Oh, burned!" Zack yelled, the class collapsing into another fit of laughter.

Afterwards, Ms. Tutweiller handed out the biology tests. "Zack, how do you make so many stupid mistakes in one day?"

"I get up early," he said, smirking.

Ms. Tutweiller gave an exasperated sigh, but secretly, she thought it was funny, until she noticed something. "Are you chewing gum?"

"No, I'm Zack Martin," he replied, letting out a chuckle.

She shook her head slightly. "Didn't you promise to behave?"

"Yes."

"And didn't I promise to punish you if you didn't?"

"Yeah, but if I don't keep my promises, there's no reason why you should keep yours."

Now, Ms. Tutweiller had to refrain from smacking him. "I give up." She walked over to Woody's desk, expecting to see his homework.

"Ms. Tutweiller, would you take points off for something I didn't do?" Woody asked, putting on his best puppy face.

"Why, of course not," she answered, not seeing where this was going.

"Oh, phew, 'cause I didn't do my homework."

Ms. Tutweiller turned to face Zack. "How did I fall for that one?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering about that too," Zack said, frowning. "It's the oldest trick in the book."

"Must be getting old," London interjected, pausing from painting her nails.

"These kids will be the death of me someday," Ms. Tutweiller groaned.

"Thank you," said Zack, mock-bowing. "We try."

Ms. Tutweiller managed to keep a hold on her sanity as the kids pestered her through Social Studies, Language, Math, and English classes, but she had to admit that she didn't mind as much as she usually would.

The bell rang at the end of the school day, its chime echoing off the walls. With a start, the whole class grabbed their bags and rushed out the door. For once, Ms. Tutweiller didn't mind – she knew that the kids were preparing for prom.

The teacher packed up her teaching supplies quickly and followed the students out the door. She had to go get a manicure – London had made some very. . .honest comments about it.

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Also, another IMPORTANT note. . .I'm digging thru my old files and I've found LITERALLY around 13 stories that I've started 1 or two chapters of. AND THEY'RE NOT ACTUALLY HALF BAD.

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