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~Mercedes~

Mercedes stopped running once she was outside the door.

'Whew! That was close!' Mercedes thought as she smacked herself in the head and made her way to A.J.'s room.

'Hmm....I am pretty scared of what I'm gonna see...he may have company.'

Stopping at the door's entrance, she could hear the sound of furniture scraping against the floor. Knocking hesitantly, the door was thrown open to reveal one of the most disturbing sights in history. A large stereo was centered in the middle of the room, blasting played out old 70's music. The four remaining Backstreet Boys were jumping on the two beds in there boxer shorts and loudly singing with the music. Empty junk food bags littered the floor, and all 4 heads abruptly turned towards her.

"Um....uh....um hi, I guess." Mercedes stammered, still shocked by the display. The remaining Backstreet Boys stopped jumping on the bed and A.J. spoke up.

"Hey baby! You come to test drive a pinto? Cause theirs 4 right here just waiting for a driver." Mercedes laughed at the metaphor and walked in, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey!" Brian exclaimed. " If you wanna stay you got to strip down and act like a man!"

Mercedes just looked at them for a moment before throwing off her shirt and pants to reveal a matching blue silk bra and under wear set. All four guys stared in shock as she walked over and climbed in A.J.'s lap.

"What are you staring at? You ready for a real party?" Mercedes asked, selecting a new cd and placing it in the cd player. Jumping off A.J.'s lap, Mercedes jumped on the bed right as the opening chorus of "Celebrate good times, come on!" came on. The 5 continued to jump on the beds until Mercedes grabbed a bad of doritos and a bottle of coke and began throwing doritos at the guys, only stopping to pour and entire 2-litre bottle of coke right down Kevin's pants.
 
Without realizing it, a full fledged food fight broke out, twinkies and ice cream flying everywhere. Chips flew across the room in showers, landing loudly on the floor. Pizza and pizza boxes were hurled across the room, landing greasily on the others. Finally choosing sides, A.J., Mercedes, and Brian were on one bed while Kevin and Howie jumped on the neighboring.

Frantically jumping and throwing food, the beds began to scrape loudly on the floor. Time had no meaning, and the five were quickly lost in the food fighting fun.

~Meanwhile~

"Yes sir, that's what I said. There is a constant banging in the room above me and I am unable to sleep. Ugh!" With a frustrated cry, an old lady clad in curlers and a robe slammed down the phone, grabbing her room card and angrily trudged out the door.

Before long, a crowd of about 50 angry men and women assembled outside the door, beating furiously. Realizing the occupants could not hear them, the curler headed lady grabbed a megaphone and loudly shouted, " Open up!! It's your worst nightmare!"

~Inside the room~

"Hey, someone named your worst nightmare is standing outside the door." Howie exclaimed, faintly hearing rioters over the loud music.

"Let them in, silly!!" Mercedes perkily replied. Howie through the door open and all 5 scantily dressed, food covered people stared openmouthed at the angry crowd. Both groups stood in a thick silence until the grandma finally spoke up.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Uh......Um.....Er...." Was all Kevin could manage. Before letting him continue, the grandma with the megaphone threw her robe off, stripped down to her under wear, cranked the music, and began doing the electric slide on the bed. Pretty soon, all of the rioters stripped down and a big wild party erupted all through the hotel.

~The next morning~

Mercedes awoke to an eerie silence. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and junk food, and an arm was rapped around her sticky, dorito smelling belly. Looking around, Mercedes spotted 4 persons among the junk food litter.
 
Sleepily lifting herself off the floor, Mercedes stepped inside the hallway and slowly started making her way towards her room. Throwing open the door, Mercedes spotted Nick sitting on the patio, staring at the rising sun. Walking over to him, Mercedes put a comforting hand on his shoulder, mildly startling him.

"Hey, what are you doing up so early?" Mercedes asked, taking a seat in his lap.

"I was just thinking. Uh, why are you in your underwear and why do you smell like food?"

"I was out last night." She replied, turning to look in his eyes. Nick slipped an arm around her waist, interlocking fingers with her. Staring at the sunset, time slipped away and a peacefulness settled over the two.

"Mercedes, I........"

"What?"

"I....think you have beautiful eyes."

"Thanks."

Both of their eyes locked, and slower than the sunrise, both pairs of lips slowly made there way towards each other. Centimeters apart, there serenity was interrupted with a blood curling scream from the hallway.

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