"What do you mean by 'This time it worked itself out on it's own!'?" J.C. cautiously asked.

"You share a room with Howie," Nick answered

"So?"

"Polly gets your bed and you and Harold can sleep on the two couchs in here."

"Fine."

"Good."

"But what Aaron and Angel?"

"We'll do what we did last night."

"And what is that?"

"Two in beds, two on the floor. Well, kind of."

"Okay, whatever that means."

"Okay, now leave."

"How come everyone is mad at J.C.?" Angel asked. "Come over here and sit with me. Please?"

"Um, okay," J.C. said as he sat down and put his arm around her. "You know, without Angie here, we would be biting each others' heads off."

"You're right!" Chris said as he walked in the room. "What? Why you looking at me like that? Stop it! You're scaring me." Everyone laughed and Angel just smiled. Chris noticed, then hugged her.

"Why does everone hug me? Go hug Aaron! Stop it! You're really scaring me!" Angel mimicked Chris. Everyone laughed, and Chris backed away.

"Lucky, I was kidding. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah," Chris answered as he felt his face get hot.

"This is really nice. It seems like forever since we've seen you!" Polly said.

"Yeah, and so many of you at a time. Aaron, Kevin, Chris, Nick, Howie, J.C.j, Angel, Brian, Pollyanna, A.J., this is great!" Harold said. As he had been saying this, Justin had crept into the room and ducked behind the vacant couch. He jumped up, hurdled the sofa, and stretched out on it.

"And Justin!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Yo, Curl!" Chris exclaimed.

"Huh?" Justin replied.

"Whattup with Joey and Lance?"

"Joey in foolin' 'round with your lyrics, and well, you know Lance. He's managing that country singer."

"TYKE!!" Lance yelled as he passed through the room.

"Hey, Animal Lover, Tyke was no deaf dog, but now my dog may have hearing problems," Angel said.

"YOUR dog?" Brian laughed, "I believe Tyke is MY dog."

"Yeah, whatever. Same difference."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

By this time, Lance had snatched Tyke away from Angel and was trying to find a place to sit. He walked over towards Justin.

"Scoot over," Lance said.

"Nah!" Justin retorted.

"Fine!" Lance said as he sat on his stomach.

"Oof, ga! Ga oof!" Justin cried.

"What?!" Lance asked.

"He said, 'Oof, ga! Ga oof!'" Howie said.

"Don't be smart!" Lance retorted.

"I believe that the translation of the meager phrase, 'Oof, ga! Ga oof!' would be 'Off, get! Get off!' Of course this is only my hypothesis, my theory," A.J. said calmly.

"Ooooh...I get it," Lance said as he stood up and laughed at Justin.

"Oh, A.J.! I love you!" Justin yelled.

And with that, like magic, Alexander James became A.J., Boner, again.