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I start off with a small chuckle. "I don't know."

"PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE?" they all ask, pulling out their best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine!" I say reluctantly.

"Yes!" they cheer, giving each other high fives and pumping up their fists in victory.

I take the Ring Pop and start eating it.

"Mmm! Blue Raspberry!" I squeal.

"Yup, I knew it was your favorite," Daniel says knowingly.

"How? I never told you," I ask.

"Blue Raspberry is everyone's favorite!" he exclaims, throwing his arms up in frustration.

"Great, so now that we've all reconciled and stuff," Christina says.

"Who dat?" Corbyn asks, pointing at Luke.

"Luke Meyer ('m changing his name and face claim. He's now played by Peyton Meyer). I've been Sabrina's best friend in San Jose," he says.

"Oh ok then. Thanks for keeping her safe," Logan says.

"My pleasure, she isn't that annoying," Luke says with a chuckle.

"Rude!" I say, punching his shoulder.

We all chuckle a little.

"So we'll see you tomorrow to go back to LA?" Daniel asks.

"Yes," I answer firmly.

"Pinkie promise!" Zach says.

"Always the child huh Zachary?" I ask with a chuckle. "I pinkie promise."

"Now we can sleep in peace people!" Zach shouts, gaining the attention of the few people still on the streets.

"Where are you guys staying?" I question.

"At a hotel. You?" Jack responds.

"I live across the hall from Luke," I reply.

"Yup, we're apartment-mates," he says awkwardly.

"Cool," Daniel says.

"Guess we always learn something new everyday huh Logang? Apartment-mates, who thought that was a word!" Logan exclaims, talking to the camera.

"Fine! What would you call it?" Luke exclaims, stumping Logan.

After a few seconds, Logan exclaims, "Apartment-mates it is!"

We laugh and go our separate ways.

Other chapters will be longer! Also, I edited the last chapter a little.

Thanks for reading!

Thanks for reading!

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