"I wish it was the Moffatts," said Lindsey.

"Me too, it would be so cool to meet them since I missed it last time," said Andrea excitedly.

"But, if it was think of all the people in line already. We'd never get the chance to meet them again," said Jen sadly.

"Thats true, so it isn't them," said Lindsey, just as she did when she and Jen were at the fair.

Meanwhile Scott, Clint, Dave, and Bob head separate ways to pick the nourishment of their choice. Naturally, Scott goes straight to Carl's Jr., since he's definitely living the high life. Bob and Clint walk over to the 'Casa De Enchiladas' being the Mexican food freaks in the family. Dave calmly strolls over to the same Chinese food place the girls had just left.

"Yeah, it's not them - again," said Jen.

"I don't see your fascination with them," said kT a bit irritantly.

"Don't worry Katy, puberty will come soon," said Jen while laughing.

"Shut up!," kT yelled. "I think she likes me, and I know I like her," kT sang obnoxiously.

"At least I never liked Hanson," said Jen in between laughs.

The other girls laughed, but kT was quiet.

The four brothers met each other in the middle of the practically empty eating area.

"Let's go sit over by those girls," said Scott mischeiviously, "I wonder if they're fans."

Clint laughed and followed Scott.

"Hey don't look now but there's four guys coming over here," said kT.

"Four? Interesting..." said Jen.

"I can't help it, I have to look," said Lindsey while slyly turning her head.

"OMG OMG. The front one resembles Scott!," said Lindsey half nervously, half excitedly.

"What if it's them?," asked Lindsey.

"Okay, now I have to look," replied Jen who also slyly turned her head, pretending she was flipping her hair.

"OMG! Linds it's the Moffatts!!," Jen said trying not to be loud.

"We have to stay calm," Lindsey said, trying to catch her breath.

"If thats possible," Jen replied, trying to not freak out.

The guys seated themselves at a nearby table.

"Do you think they noticed us?" Clint asked.

"They seem pretty calm," Bob said,"maybe they don't know who we are."

"Is that a good thing," Dave asked,"or a bad thing?"

Scott got up and walked over to the table where the four girls are seated.

"Scott, where are you going?" asked Dave nervously.