"Pau-aul!" Lilia whined.

"Can't help it Baby. We've got work to do," he shrugged his shoulders apologetically.

"But it's your day off!" she exclaimed.

"Well, apparently not any more. We have to do as much publicity as possible right now, our CD…you know how it is, Lilia. Please. Tomorrow, we definitely have off, so you have us all to yourself," he promised.

"No I won't and you know it," she sulked.

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded.

"Paul, how stupid do you think I am? I've seen, I've heard, I know all," she said, smiling at how oblivious he was.

"Seen, heard and know what?" he asked, frustrated.

"Well, considering you are finally with Sandy, you'd better not blow it by brushing her off all the time. Even if you're playing it incognito, a girl still needs some attention," Lilia admonished. Paul was surprised. He had prided himself on the fact that they had been hiding it pretty well.

"How did you….when? How the hell did you know?" he asked.

"Paul. Give me some credit. The whole 'oops, I forgot something, come with me Sandy' routine is the biggest give away of all. Plus, I can just tell. You look…like you're glowing or something."

"Really?"

"Kind of. I know it's cliché and everything, but you do. But uh…one word of advice. Look for obvious signs, like the forgot something routine, or when you leave the room, and then she does two minutes later. So not cool," she said, shaking her head.

"So, what are you going to do today Baby?" Paul asked, changing the subject, to hide his embarrassment, considering that Lilia had just pointed out two of the devices that he and Sandy used to spend time together.

"Wander aimlessly until someone takes pity on me and offers entertainment," she said, attempting to make him feel guilty.

"Not going to work, Lilia. Guilt trips never do. We're off in twenty minutes. Won't be back until late tonight, so I'll call you tomorrow. But now, I…forgot something back in my room. I'll see ya later Baby. Stay out of trouble," he said, pecking her cheek and leaving the room.

"Why do people keep saying that? I don't attract trouble," she called after him.

"No, it attracts you," a voice said behind her. She turned around and put her hands on her hips.

"And we're one to talk, Mr. Kaos Carter?" she asked.

"Pleading the fifth," he said, throwing up his hands in submission.

"I don't know your amendments. Canadian, my friend. So anyway, I hear you're a…basket ball type person…star? Never mind, I got nothing. Anyway, I hear you play basketball. Why don't you teach me how to play it?" she asked.

"The same way that I taught you how to dance…and how to roller blade? Man, I gotta start charging for these things," Nick said.

"Listen smart ass. I got nothing to do, my friends are abandoning me. I don't know where everyone else is, and you don't seem to have anything better to do otherwise you wouldn't be here bugging me. So, how 'bout, McFly?" she asked. He looked at her for a moment then erupted into laughter.

"McFly? That's got to be the weirdest thing I've ever heard anyone ever say," he gasped.

"Sorry, a me thing. Paul understands. Any way…" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Anyway, I'd be glad to teach your ass something about the fine art of basketball," he said.

"Ego alert," she whispered under her breath. He glared at her.

"Let me change, then we'll settle this," he threatened. She smiled at him, and sauntered off. She was happy, because she had just found a companion for the day.

* * * *

"You have to be the most untalented person I have ever met!" Nick exclaimed.

"If you had known what you were doing, then it all would have been fine!" Lilia exclaimed back.

"If I had known…are you insane? Did you bump you're head at all? You know, maybe the force of the glass breaking had that effect on you," Nick cried.

"It wasn't my fault! You need to learn how to dribble better," Lilia challenged.

"Dribbling has nothing to do with it, Lily! I wasn't dribbling when the ball just happened to fly through someone's windshield, you had it then!" he reminded her.

"Oh, I beg to differ. You had the ball, and you threw it and because of you we can never play on the basketball court here at this very fine establishment ever again," Lilia tried to convince him.

"I admire the 'deny, deny, deny' attempt, but it's not working Lily. C'mon flower girl, just admit that you, not me, broke the guy's window. Just admit it," he pleaded.

"I will never. I plead the 5th," she said, smiling.

"You can't, it's American!"

"And so are you, your point?"

"You just told me today that you wouldn't accept it from me and what goes around comes around. Admit it," he said smiling, looming over her in an effort to be threatening.

"Never!" she cried. He grinned mischievously, then, in a quick movement, attacked her, tickling her until she couldn't contain herself, and she fell on the floor, gasping for air.

"Stop!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She had always been ticklish and her friends had always used her weakness to win arguments and she felt that it was a great injustice.

"Not until you admit it!" he cried, enjoying torturing the argumentative Lilia.

"Never!" she repeated, but she was laughing so hard that Nick could barely make out what she was saying.

"Enough kids, move it along," an elderly voice ordered. Nick made a guilty face, then stood up, pulling Lilia up with him. They faced the hotel manager, who noticed Nick and tried to regain his composure.

"Mr. Carter, I must say that I'm sorry…I didn't see you," he stammered. Nick just shrugged.

"Actually, I think that we've caused the hotel enough distress today, don't you think Lily? We'll be heading out now. Sorry about your windshield, sir," Nick said. Lilia bit her lip to keep from laughing in the poor man's face. Her and Nick scurried out of the lobby, and as soon as they reached the doors, they both burst into laughter.

"Well…I don't think we should be showing ourselves anywhere near here for awhile. What do you want to do, Lily?"

"Will you ever remember the last syllable in my name? And I have an idea, but you have to play along," she warned.

"Play along with what?"

"Don't worry about it, for now, just drive, wonder boy."

"I was afraid you'd say that."