Blondie's Diner was a diner straight out of the fifties, complete with black and white tiled flooring, jukebox, and a huge soda fountain in the back. Booths lined the walls and windows and several small tables were clustered in the middle of the restaurant. On the far wall was a flat screen that was used by many afternoon regulars to watch their soap operas. As Alex and Lacey walked in, several of their friends were clustered around a booth by one of the windows. Some had pulled up chairs from other tables and all were chatting excitedly as the girls approached.

Leaning against the booth was a tall brown-haired girl. Her hair was in a high ponytail, her bangs hair-sprayed within an inch of their life. She wore the typical Blondie's uniform; a pink short-sleeved dress that reached to the top of the knees with black fabric peeking out, simulating a petticoat, and white sneakers. She was twirling a pencil around as she looked up to see Alex and Lacey. She immediately dropped it, capturing the whole attention of the group.

"Alex!" Bree Michaels cried, running over to her.

"Bree!" Alex greeted, hugging the girl. Bree had been a friend in school and also her co-worker when she worked at Blondie's. Bree had always been the best waitress Blondie's ever had and would probably still be there long after everyone else was gone.

After reuniting with Bree, Alex and Lacey hurried over to the table. Lacey perched on someone's knee while Alex slid into the booth. She looked around the empty diner. "Where is everyone?" she wondered.

"I closed when I heard you were back," Bree explained. She picked her pencil up and tucked it behind her ear.

"Do you have that power?" Mike Simmons wondered, completely astonished. Mike was a scruffy looking guy with shaggy dark brown hair who wore a black leather jacket and baseball cap with everything. Despite this, he was a close friend of Alex because he had once beaten up an ex-boyfriend of hers.

Bree winked at him. She had always had a crush on Mike but never did anything about it. "Of course I do! I'm head waitress. And since Julie's on vacation for two weeks, that puts me in charge."

"Well, can you please go and grab me something to drink?" Alex requested. "I'm parched."

Bree laughed. "One Diet Coke coming right up!"

As she walked off, Brett Parker, a light brown-haired guy wearing a denim jacket, called out, "Hey, can I get a root beer?"

"Get it yourself!" Bree shot back, flouncing behind the counter to access the soda fountain. "We're closed!" A lot of snickers and hearty laughter followed this.

Lacey bounced on Brett's knee and twirled a lock of her hair. "So, Alex, what've you been up to?"

Alex hesitated for a moment. She really wished she could tell them all about her adventures in the TARDIS. They would think it so cool! But she knew she couldn't. For one thing, they'd never believe her. They'd probably think she was suffering from jet lag or something. And also, the Doctor would probably never let her tell. He'd never said anything, but Alex got the feeling it was implied.

"Oh, nothing," she replied in what she hoped was a casual voice. "I got a job at a library. It beats waitressing."

"Yeah, you were always reading," Lola piped up next to her as she twirled a straw around in her glass of Sprite.

Alex was about to ask what was new with them when there came the sound of tires skidding in the parking lot outside. Turning her head, Alex watched as a sleek white Mustang convertible pulled up. There were two people in the front seat. One was Alex's best guy friend Ross Tyler, who she used to practice her kissing skills with. She was happy to see him, but the other person in the car made her heart temporarily stop.

It was Hillary Westcott, her old rival. It pained Alex to see that she was still drop-dead gorgeous with platinum blonde hair, a killer figure, and . . . whoa.

"Oh. My. God," Alex said, shocked. She gaped at a new asset on Hillary. "Did they get . . . bigger?"

Emmy nodded bitterly. "Mmm-hmm. It was a graduation present. You left before she came back from Lexington with them."

Nat Briar, a friend of Alex's since seventh grade, rolled her eyes. "And any amount of brains she had before the operation left her head and went straight to her chest."

"I don't think it's that bad," Brett spoke up. All the girls in the group turned to glare at him and Lacey swatted the back of his head for emphasis. "Ow! I was just expressing an opinion!"

"Anyway," Alex cut in, "what's she doing with Ross? I thought he was dating that Chloe girl."

"Cleo girl actually," Bree corrected, coming back to place Alex's drink on the table. "Cleo Bessel. She was that little Goth girl who always sat in the back of the cafeteria drawing. Anyway, she dropped the Goth look and every guy here discovered she was pretty hot and she and Ross started hooking up."

"But then Cleo's dad got a job offer in Louisville," Kenny McCall, Alex's only gay friend, picked up. "So they moved and Hillary conveniently started having car trouble every time she reached Ross's house." Alex mentally groaned at this news. She had always suspected Hillary had a crush on Ross, but she didn't think Ross would actually fall for her.

"Breathe, Al," Mike instructed. "He's just stringing her along, making her think she has him. He thinks once she actually has him, the game will be over and she'll leave him alone."

Alex pursed her lips, nodded, and took a sip of her drink. "So was Hillary thrilled to hear I was back?"

There was a slight chuckle from Mike at this. "Well . . . I got a text from Abby at the dollar store a little while ago. She said that when she heard the news, Hillary was standing in the figurine aisle. Abby told Luke and she said Hillary threw a snow-globe at the wall and then stormed out without paying for it."

"Well, it's nothing Daddy's money won't fix!" Alex said lightly as the door opened and Ross came in.

Ross was a good-looking guy with perfectly messy light-brown hair, green eyes, and chiseled features. It was no wonder every girl in Bristol had a crush on him. Today, he wore mechanic garb; blue overalls, an old, faded Nirvana t-shirt, and scuffed up sneakers. His step-father ran the local auto garage and Ross was probably the biggest expert on cars in all of Kentucky.

Alex looked over and saw Emmy and Lola nearly swoon at the sight of him. Lacey also had her eyes widened and Bree was doodling on her note-pad, something she always did whenever she caught sight of a good-looking male. She glanced over at the other members of the group. Nat was ogling him through her purple cats-eye glasses while Kenny also eyed him, even though Kenny had long gotten over his crush on Ross.

She mentally rolled her eyes. Out of everyone in this town, she was the only one who failed to be influenced by the strange spell Ross casted over everyone. She had known Ross since her first day in Bristol, when she moved in with Carla after her parents' deaths. He had been passing by with his older brother Harrison, who had a paper route. Alex used to dart outside every day and talk to them for minutes on end until they had to leave. When Harrison died of a drug overdose in sixth grade, Alex had been the one to stand next to Ross at the funeral, secretly holding his hand while he tried not to cry as his brother's casket was lowered into the ground. When they got in eighth grade, the two practiced kissing on each-other and other things that Alex would never admit to out loud. They had a sibling relationship instead of a romantic one and that was all Alex ever wanted with him.

"Hey, Beauty," Ross teased, grabbing a chair and swinging it over to the booth. He sat in it backwards, the back of the chair pressed against the table. Beauty was Ross's personal nickname for Alex, saying that it was because she was so beautiful.

Alex shimmied over and threw her arms around him. "Hi!" she cried, squeezing him tightly. She pulled back and examined him. "Have you been working out?" she teased.

Ross rolled his eyes at her. "Shut up."

Alex laughed and released him. "How's everything been going?"

"Been great," Ross replied. "Dad's letting me make some new choices for inventory at the garage. I think he might promote me to manager if I keep the work up."

"Lucky son of a gun," Mike grumbled good-naturedly. Mike also worked at the auto garage, but he was always forced to admit that Ross was more than capable for a job as manager than he was.

"What about your classes at EKU?" Alex asked. She had been thrilled when Lacey told her that Ross was taking night classes at the nearby university. Lacey hadn't known what he was majoring in, but Alex was pretty sure it had something to do with mechanics.

Ross grinned at her. "Top of my class!" he crowed.

Nat whistled. "Not bad for someone who flunked Ms. Perry's algebra final three years in a row."

"Like you didn't!" Ross shot back.

"I got an 87 on that senior year," Nat smirked.

"What about the years before that?" Lacey asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Nat rolled her eyes and picked up a small menu resting in the condiment's basket on the table. "Isn't senior year the year that really counts?" she questioned as she pretended to examine the description for the diner's legendary Boston cream pie.

"She's got a point," Kenny agreed. Kenny leaned back in the booth, squished between Emmy and Nat. "Senior year was the best year of my life."

"Oh, yeah, how is Trenton anyway?" Alex asked. Trenton Harper had been the only other openly gay guy at Bristol High and he and Kenny had finally gotten together at the homecoming game after years of sexual tension.

"He's up in Boston now, studying at some undergraduate school," Kenny explained. He reached up and pulled down a piece of his blond hair to examine it. "His great-aunt's paying so he couldn't refuse. Long story short, we decided to call it quits."

"Aw, I'm so sorry," Alex apologized, mentally kicking herself for opening that can of worms.

"Don't look like that!" Kenny objected. "We're still friends! We just don't wanna try a long-distance relationship. I called him when I heard you were back and he said to tell you all his love and to get rid of that black leather jacket."

Alex threw up her hands in exasperation. "Really?! It was a PHASE! Is no one here ever going to get over that?!"

"You did try to change our uniform to black," Bree reminded her.

"And you wore black lipstick for a week," Brett recalled.

Alex rolled her eyes. "And I gave it up, because my teeth kept getting stained black. I looked like I had been drinking motor oil."

"Not to mention, but it was a phase that lasted two years," Emmy smiled.

Alex shook her head and took a sip of her drink. It was extremely rare that her friends got a chance to tease her like this and now that she was back in town, they had a bunch of years to make up for.

As the conversation picked back up again, the door swung open and Amy and Rory came in. Alex took one look at them and nearly started laughing. Amy's hair was completely plastered to her head, some of it even on her face. She was carrying her jean jacket and tights and the sleeves of her shirt had been rolled up to the elbow. Rory looked much the same, his shirt sleeves rolled up and hair completely flat from sweat.

Amy marched over to her. "It's hot!" she moaned.

Alex snickered and leaned back, crossing her arms. "I did warn you!" she sang.

Amy glowered at her and pulled up a chair, settling in next to Alex. "Can you skip with the I told you so part and move on?"

"Fair enough," Alex easily replied. "Where's the Doctor?"

"Right here," the Doctor replied, coming in just in time to hear Alex's question. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to be affected by the heat at all. His jacket and bow-tie were on, at least. He held up a rolled-up copy of nearby town Richmond's The Richmond Register. Bristol was too cheap to have a newspaper. He gave Amy and Rory an amused glance as he added, "Somebody wanted to know how hot it was and if it was going to rain any time soon."

"And is it?" Rory asked hopefully.

The Doctor flipped to the back of the paper while Mike and Bree snorted. "Not likely," Mike snickered. "The whole county's been under a drought since the end of May."

Amy whimpered and flung her head down on the table. "This table is really cool," she announced. "Maybe I'll stay here forever and just be cool here."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at her antics while Alex snickered and patted Amy on the back. "Poor, miserable English girl unused to this weather," she cooed. Had Amy really wanted to, she probably would have throttled Alex but for now, she was enjoying basking in the cold air coming from the ceiling fans overhead. Instead, she replied, her voice muffled as she was still resting her head on the table, "Poor, miserable Scottish girl unused to this weather."

"Whatever." Alex looked up at Bree. "Hey, Bree, mind getting them some water or something? Don't worry, I'll pay."

"Don't worry about it," Bree dismissed, silently laughing at Amy and Rory. "Anything for friends of yours." On this, Bree turned to give the Doctor a very appreciative look. "And I do mean anything." Before Alex could try and slap Bree, she had twirled on her heel and was over at the soda fountain.

Alex looked over at the other girls in her party and mentally stabbed each and every one of them. Based on the way they were all acting, they had all noticed that the Doctor was a fine specimen of a male and believed that gawking at him would make him want to kiss one of them. Emmy was fluffing up her hair, Lola was hastily putting on lip gloss while trying to act seductive about it, Nat was simply staring at him, probably unaware that most people find that kind of thing creepy and repelling, and Lacey was ignoring poor Brett altogether and simply checking out the Doctor one anatomical part at a time. Even Kenny - Kenny! - was looking him up and down. They were all worse than Amy had been.

Alex expected the Doctor to do one of many things; strike up a conversation with one of the girls while simultaneously flirting with them, swiftly kiss one of them on the lips and tell the lucky party that that was how things were done in England, or even begin to romance Kenny, because for all Alex knew, he was interested in guys instead of girls. Or maybe even both. . . Alex thought. What she did not expect was for him to easily slide in next to her, sling an arm over the back of the booth, right above her shoulders, and casually say, "Alex, aren't you going to introduce everyone?"

It took a moment for this to register in Alex's brain. "Oh! Right!" she exclaimed. Her eyes wide from shock, she swiftly turned and began to identify everyone. "Doctor, Amy, Rory, that's Mike Simmons; that's Natalie Briar, but everyone calls her Nat; the guy sitting next to her is Kenny McCall; that's Emmy Rawlins, the American version of you, Amy, for she never shuts her mouth; you've already met Lacey and the guy she's sitting on is Brett Parker; next to him is Ross Tyler; the blonde sitting next to me is Lola Rawlins, Emmy's cousin, and the girl getting drinks is Bree Michaels, my old co-worker. Mike, Nat, Kenny, Emmy, Brett, Ross, Lola, and Bree, meet Amy Pond and her fiancé Rory Williams and. . ." Alex trailed off, still a little surprised by the Doctor's choice of name for their visit. ". . .Dr. John Smith, but he just goes by the Doctor."

"Oh, yeah, Lacey told me about you two," Nat revealed, looking at Amy and Rory. "When's the big day?"

"June 26th," Rory replied.

Emmy raised an eyebrow. "That's a bit soon to be traveling out here," she observed.

Amy had lifted her head up by this point and gave Emmy a wry grin. "And miss seeing where Alex is from? Never!"

Ross chuckled. "Well, it's not that exciting. I'm still a little surprised Beauty over here actually came back for a visit. She always has been the life of the party."

Alex blushed and pretended to examine the table-top. But out of the corner of her eye, she was watching the Doctor's face. She had felt him tense up against her upon hearing Ross's nickname for her and she could now see that his jaw was clenched. She could just imagine how dark his eyes had gotten. But why would he be reacting like that? He wasn't interested in her.

Bree came back over bearing a tray carrying three glasses. "Hope ice water's alright," she said, placing glasses in front of Amy, Rory, and the Doctor. "You need to stay hydrated during our summers."

Rory took a long gulp from his drink. "I think that definitely helps."

Amy sipped at hers. "Or tea," she joked. "Tea's good as well."

Alex wrinkled her nose. "No one here drinks tea, Amy, or at least, not the hot kind you Brits seem to prefer. We prefer it iced and sweetened." She was displeased to see Amy, Rory, and the Doctor looking disgusted at this.

"I actually resent that, Alex," Lola piped up. "I drink hot tea all the time."

Ross snorted. "And you also read Jane Andrews," he retorted.

"It's Jane Austen, smart-ass." Lola rolled her eyes. "Head of his class my eye."

"It's in mechanics, not literature!" Ross protested. "You can't possibly make a comparison between mechanics and books!"

"I'm sure I can come up with something," Lola replied sweetly, taking a sip of her drink.

Alex rolled her eyes and looked at the Doctor exasperatedly. "They did this a few years ago as well," she dryly remarked. "Nice to know some things never change."

When she later looked back on this, Alex would always remember that last remark. It always seemed ironic and almost fate-like, as if something completely out of the ordinary were destined to happen after those words left her lips. It was like saying you couldn't wait to get somewhere while you were riding along in a car that you knew was notorious for breaking down at the most inopportune times. You shouldn't say things like that, a lesson Alex would tell herself every time she looked back on these events.

For right at that moment, the lights went off.

Alex looked up in surprise. As far as she knew, Blondie's didn't have electrical problems. She glanced back at her friends to see if they were just as surprised as she was, only to be taken aback to see that with the exception of the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, the rest hadn't even flinched. In fact, except for a quick glance up at the ceiling, Lola and Ross were still arguing.

". . .you know, mechanics was an interesting hobby in Jane Austen's time. Ever heard of steampunk?"

"That's science fiction!"

"But people were beginning to experiment with it—"

"Guys, cool it!" Alex cried. She looked over at Bree, who was calm as a cucumber. "Bree, is something wrong with the breaker switch? We didn't have problems before, but it must be something to do with the electrics—"

"Relax, Alex!" Nat interrupted her. Nat took a sip of her drink, taking in Alex's baffled expression. "It's just the electric. It'll come back on in a minute."

Alex stared at her. What the hell does that mean? "What are you talking about—" she began but just as the words left her lips, there was a loud hum and the lights instantly switched back on. Amy sighed in relief as the ceiling fan began turning again, but Alex couldn't relax. This was too weird. Sudden power cuts weren't the norm in Bristol. At least, not the Bristol she was familiar with. So why were these happening?

"What's going on?" she questioned. She eyed each of her friends critically. "The power just switched off and then back on and you're all acting like it's nothing out of the ordinary."

Brett looked at Lacey. "You didn't tell her?" he asked, incredulous.

Lacey bit her lip and Alex narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing that Lacey was hiding something. "I didn't think it was worth mentioning," she explained weakly.

Emmy turned to gape at her. "Seriously?" she cried. "How could you not think to mention it?"

"You know how she'll react," Lacey warned.

"It involves her, Lace," Ross reminded her, probably not for the first time based on the way he said it. "You need to tell her."

"Tell me what?" Alex ground out. Everyone turned to look at her and immediately wished they hadn't. Alex's eyes were narrowed down to little slits, holding back the hurricanes of wrath in her pupils. Her hands were laid out in front of her, neatly crossed, and she was sitting stiff straight, but everyone could see her shoulders were slightly relaxed, ready to lunge in a nanosecond. She fixed her gaze on Lacey, evidently the person the Bristol group wanted to break the news.

Lacey gulped and got off Brett's lap. Stepping behind Ross, she prepared to launch in her tale. "Well . . . back in December, they began building this plant outside of town."

Alex raised her eyebrows, thankfully decreasing her death stare. "Plant?"

Lacey looked down at Ross desperately and nudged his shoulder. Ross stared at her, but finally seemed to decide that an argument wasn't worth having. "Yes, a plant, an electric power plant. They rewired the whole town, free of charge."

"But an electric power plant doesn't just come out of nowhere," Alex argued, trying to piece the facts together in her head. "There'd have to be a dozen permits and such filed and ordered before building could even begin, let alone rewire anything."

"Well, this plant bypassed everything. Sanctions, orders, you name it. And the plant was invested in by a very wealthy person in town." Ross paused, judging Alex's mood before continuing. "Carla Locke, to be more precise."

There was a very short silence as Alex processed this before she suddenly let out an explosive, "THAT BITCH!" The Doctor, Amy, and Rory jumped, not used to this sort of violent outburst by their friend, but the Bristol group didn't seem to be all that shocked. They did, however, tense up slightly.

"I told you she'd react this way!" Lacey hissed at Emmy.

Alex's death glare was back in full force and it looked like she was ready to spit nails. "How the hell did she get the money to invest in that?!" she screamed. Then it occurred to her. "No, wait, I know. She used MY inheritance, money that's supposed to help and support me, not the whole bloody town for electricity that they didn't need!"

"Alex, calm down," the Doctor gently tried, placing a hand on her shoulder, but it was quickly shoved off.

Alex looked like she wanted to get up and pace. Unfortunately, she was sandwiched between Lola and the Doctor. Instead, she settled for drumming her fingers on the table angrily. "There's got to be some kind of loophole in this," she muttered to herself. "Let's see, who's the estate lawyer? There has to be specific terms and conditions in the trust fund documents about what the money can be used for. . ."

As Alex continued to talk to herself, Lacey shook her head and leaned over Ross's shoulder to whisper to the TARDIS group, "Don't worry. She's done this before. She'll calm herself down in a second."

Rory stared at her. "You mean, Carla's abused the trust money before?"

"Alex told us a little about how Carla would spend money from it, but she never really elaborated," Amy added.

"Not in such a big way before, but yes," Lacey answered. She glanced over at Alex, who was still talking to herself about possible legal personnel that she could contact, before lowering her voice and saying, "Shopping sprees, new cars, anything expensive, you name it."

At that moment, Alex seemed to calm down. At least, she was no longer talking to herself. "Wait," she said, recalling an important detail that had patiently been waiting in her mind until it was needed. "What's with the power cuts? Y'all are acting like its normal."

"It's because they are," Kenny replied. "For the past few months, ever since the power company went into operation, there've been all these power problems. Five or six a week, sometimes."

"And they're only increasing," Mike supplied. "Fifteen this week, counting that one."

The Doctor perked up at this information. What kind of electric company causes electrical outages instead of solving them? "Hasn't anybody investigated?" he wondered.

Bree nodded. "Oh, yeah. People from Lexington and Louisville have come down here because the company extends to areas there. But nothing's come of it. They always come out saying everything's in order and things are fine until someone complains again."

Alex caught his eye and they both nodded at each-other. They were both suspicious by this so-called power company and they wanted to know what was going on. "Who runs the plant?" Alex asked.

"I think it's in that paper you have there, Doctor." Lola nodded at the newspaper by the Doctor's elbow. The Doctor grabbed it and flipped to the front page where large bold print dominated the section above the fold: LOUISVILLE REPS SAY CARSLILE-LOCKE POWER PLANT IS FINE DESPITE NUMEROUS COMPLAINTS. Underneath was a large photo of a gray-haired man with icy blue eyes and a sharp, pointy nose, standing in front of a large gray complex, presumably the plant.

Alex leaned next to the Doctor to read the tiny caption beneath the photo. She was so close to him that she could have caught a whiff of his cologne had she really been concentrating. "William Carslile, head of the Carslile-Locke Electrical Power Plant, stands before a crowd at the official opening of the plant, dated February 27th, 2010."

Amy got up and walked around the booth to examine the photo. "I don't like him," she announced. "He looks creepy."

"Looks aren't everything, Pond," the Doctor reminded her, even though he couldn't help but think that this William Carslile had a sinister quality in his appearance.

Alex ran a hand through her hair, taking in the man and all of the facts so far. A power plant that her evil grandmother had invested in was now mysteriously causing power outages in her hometown and offering no explanation for it? Oh, I am SO checking this out! She thought eagerly.

She looked up and saw the Doctor looking at her mischievously. "I think we should check this William Carslile out," they decided aloud at the exact same time. The Bristol group gawked at them while Amy and Rory simply watched them. This was pretty much the norm for them.

"We seem to be doing that a lot," Alex observed, not for the first time.

"We do," the Doctor agreed, chuckling slightly. "So, care to take a look with me, Ally?"

There was a collected sucking in of breath from the Bristol group along with a "He's dead," from Mike. If there was one thing they had learned very quickly by being friends with Alex Locke, it was that you did not call her Ally, unless you needed help digging your own grave.

But to their collective shock, Alex did something they had never seen her do before; she giggled. Alex's eyes lit up as she did this and she said nothing about the Ally part of the Doctor's question. "Absolutely, Doctor!" she chirped. She nudged the Doctor out of the booth and as she got out behind him, she said, "But I need a change of clothes. I can't go in there looking like some hapless little Southern girl."

"I think you look gorgeous, Ally," the Doctor said honestly, smiling down at her.

"Let's aim for professional and gorgeous," Alex teased. "Come on!" She grabbed the Doctor's hand and began dragging him out of the diner. Over her shoulder, she called, "We'll meet you all back here in a little while!" And then, they were gone.

Ross was the first one to speak. "Okay, was it just my imagination, or did he just call her Ally?" There was a bunch of collective mutterings of confirmation on the latter.

"Was it my imagination or did she not strangle him on the spot when he called her that not once, but twice?" Bree jumped in. There was another muttering of confirmation.

Lacey looked over at Amy and Rory. "You two didn't seem so surprised by that," she commented. "Is that normal for those two?"

"Pretty much," Amy confirmed.

"I once called her Ally and she nearly killed me," Rory explained. "The Doctor's the only one she lets call her that. Anyone else tries it and she gives them a death glare."

"Oh, we're all familiar with that death glare," Kenny assured him.

Nat twirled the straw in her drink. "The Doctor must mean a lot to her if she lets him call her Ally," she said thoughtfully. "Alex never let anybody call her that, not even boyfriends."

Amy snorted. "You all need to see those two around each-other some more. They act like a total couple."

"I thought Alex was giving me a back-off or die look when I met him earlier," Lacey recalled.

"She does get pretty jealous whenever another girl talks to him," Amy reflected, thinking back to their adventure with River and the Weeping Angels. Alex had been close to seething the whole time.

"Amy's convinced that they belong with each-other," Rory added.

Ross leaned back in his chair. "Well, Beauty's usually been pretty good at choosing guys. We'll see what happens with these two."

A/N: Ah, now we're getting somewhere! What's going on at the power plant? We'll find out tomorrow! And did you like the Doctor's little jealous moment? Don't worry, there's more of those to come!

Roll Call:

Marigold Abernathy - Faith Hill

Ross Tyler - Zac Efron

Some notes on reviews. . .

jesterlover - Glad I'm making you excited for that episode! It was a lot of fun to write. :)

TheGirlWhoWaited - I know! I couldn't wait to reveal more about where Alex is from. I have to admit that I based Bristol on the small town I live near, Richmond, KY. Its newspaper is even mentioned in this chapter. :)

ElysiumPhoenix - I'm glad you like Lacey! Lacey is based on a close friend of mine who, while not nearly as wild as Lacey, does have her moments. But like Alex, I love her anyways. :D

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