A/N: Okay, so, you know, I was looking over the chapters and most of them are pretty serious. So I thought I'd take a break and go for lighthearted in this chapter. And, well, yeah, this is the result. :P

Jonas came in looking flustered. He sighed – a long, loud sigh, and Zach and Grant exchanged knowing looks.

"Something up, Jonas?" Grant asked. Jonas gave him a wide-eyed look.

"Up? No, of course not!" he squeaked. Zach turned his head, disguising his laugh as a cough. Jonas was jittery today.

"Yeah. Right," Grant said, not sounding like he believed Jonas at all. "I'm guessing your particular problem involves a girl… say, a girl with blonde hair, perhaps? By the name of Elizabeth Sutton?"

"She goes by Liz," Jonas muttered, then flushed red when Grant acknowledged this with a triumphant "Aha!"

"So what about Liz is troubling you?" Grant asked, swiveling in his chair and tapping his fingers restlessly on his knee. Jonas gulped and sunk into a beanbag, resigned.

"I'll have you know, I don't find this very amusing," Jonas stated, his fingers twitching in his lap.

"Really. I don't either," remarked Zach dryly, before Jonas glared at him.

"Anyway, I just can't seem to talk to her." Grant leaned back on his chair.

"Stuttering?"

"Exactly," Jonas agreed. "Contrary to you two, I can't seem to pull off the "nonchalant-and-suave" attitude."

"Yeah, I'll admit, you do get flustered easily. Just putting that out there," Grant supplied. "So what do you want us to do?"

"Oh, I don't know, some advice, perhaps?" Jonas said sarcastically. "Like, what do I talk to her about?"

"What is she interested in?"

"She's academic," Jonas offered. "Computers, technology… I don't know?" Zach couldn't help smiling to himself. Of course the object of Jonas's affections would be academic.

"Then start a conversation with her about that stuff, and from there move on to personal matters," Grant suggested. "So, you know, you learn some stuff about her."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, Grant," Zach cut in, "but how do you go from computers to personal information?" Grant shrugged.

"Beats me."

"Wow, thanks for the help, guys," Jonas said, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry," Zach said. "But Grant's not good at getting intelligent girls to notice him." He dodged Grant's blow just in time.

"Well," Grant huffed defensively, "at least I can make the hot girls turn my way."

"So far the only girl that's noticed you is your beloved 'British Bombshell,'" Zach shot back.

"Hey! Watch it, you're deflating my ego!"

"Seeing as how your ego is so inflated, I'd say that I'm helping."

"Guys," Jonas raised his voice impatiently, "sorry to interrupt your bantering, but this is still not helping."

"Why don't you ask Zach, since he's such a know-it-all?" Jonas shot Zach a questioning look. Zach shrugged offhandedly, and reclined back onto the bed. Grant coughed and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter, Zach? Are you shy about a certain subject?" he goaded. Zach folded his arms across his chest and shot Grant a look.

"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think you do," Grant half-sang. "Brown hair, brown eyes? Ring a bell? Goes by the Chameleo –"

"Grant," Zach said, his voice low and quiet, "shut up."

"Touchy, aren't we?"

"At least she likes me, unlike your pathetic attempts at flirting with Bex!"

"Bex does like me! She just doesn't know it yet!"

"Guys!" Jonas cleared his throat, "cut it out!" Zach and Grant looked at each other, Grant sulking, Zach smirking. Then Grant started up again.

"Zach won't help you because he doesn't want to get involved in girl matters, since he already has a girl falling hard for him," he told Jonas, choosing to ignore Zach's glare. "Besides, Zach's got his hands full, seeing as he chooses to spend so much time around Cammie, anyway."

"Grant?" Zach piped up.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't shut it, I will punch you in the face."

"Oh yeah? You want me to explain to your girlfriend that I have a black eye because I said her name and you punched my lights out?"

"Grant –" Zach said, his voice taking on a warning tone.

"See? You wouldn't, 'cause you don't want to make a bad impression!"

"Shut. Up."