"I can't believe we are here!" Eryn exclaimed. "This is great." She took her hand away from Lance's and picked up both of her suitcases.

The seven walked out to hail a taxi to take them to the private cottage on the beach. The finally got two taxi's. Lance, Chris, Joey and Sasha went in one, and JC, Justin and Eryn went in the other.

JC sat in the front, and Eryn and Justin sat in the back. Eryn rolled down her window and breathed in the ocean air. "Aren't you happy we are here?" she asked Justin with a smile.

Justin frowned. "No."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Are you and Lance together now?" Justin asked.

"No," she said. "We're friends, and that's it."

"I'm sure it is," Justin said.

"What are you talking about?" Eryn said.

"Nothing," he answered with a sigh. "Don't talk to me this week." He shifted his body so he was facing out the window and not straight-ahead.

"You're acting like you are twelve," Eryn said. "What's the deal?"

"Forget it," Justin said. "I can't believe you treat me like this, especially how much I care about you."

"You don't care about me," she said. "Don't be an ass."

Justin muttered something, and ignored her for the rest of the way.

Eryn rolled her eyes. Two can play at this game, she thought.

***

Sasha sucked in a breath of air. "Oh my... this is so beautiful," she said as the taxi's pulled up infront of the cottage. It was a white cottage with a small picket fence. The cottage looked huge, and the back yard was a huge beach with the ocean right there. There was a boat and two docks.

Sasha, Joey, Lance and Chris got out of the cab, and tipped the driver. The got their bags, and waited for the other taxi to be unloaded.

Soon the seven went inside and picked there rooms. There was a master bedroom with an ensuite and a king sized bed, three smaller bedrooms with a double bed in each one and a dresser, and one small bed room with two twin beds and a large closet.

"Who gets what?" Chris asked.

"It doesn't matter to me," Justin said, and everyone else agreed.

"Okay, how about this?" Eryn suggested. "How about Sasha and I get the master bedroom, and we will share the bed, because it's a huge bed, and because we should have more privacy with the bathroom thing."

"Sounds good," JC said.

"And," Eryn continued. "You guys can decide which room goes to who."

"Well," Chris said. "I'd like my own room, so I can sleep. If that's okay."

"That's fine," JC said. Chris dragged his stuff into one of the rooms. Eryn and Sasha went into the master.

"Who wants their own room and who wants to share?" Joey asked, picking up his bag.

"I don't care," JC said.

"Neither do I," Lance said.

"I sort of want my own," Justin said. "I mean, if it's okay."

"It's okay," JC said. "Me and Lance can share."

"Okay," Joey said.

Each of the guys went into their rooms and put away their stuff.

About a half an hour later, they met in the front hall. "Where's Chris?" Joey asked.

"I don't know," Sasha answered. "Hold on." She went into Chris's room, where he was asleep. "He's sleeping," she announced, walking back into the hall.

"How about we order in some Chinese food or something for lunch?" JC suggested. "That way, we don't ditch Chris and stuff, and we can just get settled in."

"Sounds great," Sasha said with a smile.

JC walked over to the phone and took the phone book. After deciding on an order, he called and they waited for the delivery.

***

"That was good," Chris said, tiredly. "I can't believe how tired I am still. This is crazy."

"It's probably just because we woke up early," Lance said.

"Probably," Chris agreed. "But it's two o'clock in the afternoon. And I feel like it's past midnight."

"Why don't you go sleep?" Sasha suggested. "We'll hang out here, and then when you wake up, we can go to the beach or something."

"You guys can go if you want," Chris said. "I need to sleep anyway."

Sasha shook her head. "I'm actually a little tired, too," she admitted. "I mean, we did wake up pretty early."

Justin yawned. "I could go for a nap."

"Well, I guess we have our afternoon planned out," Joey said with a smirk.

End of Chapter Seventy Five