Chapter 5

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"You thought you were late! Talk about me!" Lindsey whined from the bed.

"I don't care, honestly, what do you expect me to do? Help you find him?" Tara asked calm and collectively, though she was still annoyed about earlier. Instead of crashing, she decided to fold laundry.

"Well, that's actually a great idea! Why don't we?" Lindsey asked, repositioning herself on Tara's bed.

"I just want a calm life with small bits of romance, scale to nothing, okay? Once the wedding is over, I'm done! The wedding is New Year's and it's not even Thanksgiving! I'm sick of this already. So you have until the wedding for my help because I'm leaving straight afterwards." Tara glared at Lindsey who stared back, unfazed. Then she blinked and turned away.

"Fine, until the wedding." Lindsey agreed, though quite reluctantly.

After what seemed like a long silence, Tara couldn't bear it anymore. She turned on her music.

"Whataya know? We turned it on at the most opportune moment!" Tara smiled as Hot Chelle Rae started to play.

"It's been a really really messed up week," the speakers sang and Tara and Lindsey hummed along to the soundtrack.

Have we ever payed attention to how weird the lyrics are in the songs we listen to?

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James was waiting at the airport with a sign in his hands saying: Clara Karenson. He was waiting to pick up the agent that said she would come for them. She called them back, saying she wanted a ride with them to her hotel. Who knew why? Only Clara did.

She waved at him from the baggage claim. Wow, she could pull off a white button-down and a black pencil skirt and Stilettos. Not just that, but her blonde and brunette streaked hair was tied tight in a perfect bun. Hello, Clara. That's what Benny would say. Benny has invaded my mind! James thought.

He walked over and gathered her luggage from her and escorted her to The Bus, a trashed minivan that the guys drive everywhere in. "Please excuse the mess," James begged.

"Just because I'm a professional woman in stilettos doesn't mean I can't handle a small mess." She laughed professionally.

"Okay," James shrugged and opened the back of The Bus to almost a foot of McDonalds and other fast food restaurant trash.

"Wow," Clara had the look of pure surprise on her face. One that the guys were used to because they could always surprise people. Another funny part about this was that once people saw this van, they assumed that James, Scott, Benny and Kelson were immature. There was no proof against that, but they could be professional when necessary.

"Oh hey James!" Benny sat up, the trash falling around him.

"You idiots!" James exclaimed, "what are you doing here?"

"Great, just blow our cover," Scott whined.

"It was Benny's idea!" Kelson pointed.

"Guilty as charged," Benny shrugged, "we wanted to see how well we could blend in and then some of us fell asleep. Is this Claire?"

"Clara," she stepped into the flood of trash to reach for Benny's hand. Just by looking at her face, anyone could tell she was already disgusted.

"Dude, I think I'm in love," Benny whispered to Scott as James put in the luggage and then shut the door. All the other guys rolled their eyes, laughed and/or scoffed.

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A/N: so I think I love Benny here, but I want to know what you think, so comment below any ideas or edits or anything... Thanks :)

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