"Brianna, here's your Cody Simpson poster, your perfume, your pink tank top, your lip gloss, your nail polish, your iPod, three of your bracelets, some of your mascara and a pair of your tights…"

Brianna gaped at Greyson as he dumped an armload of stuff onto her lap. She and Kamille were packing up their stuff, the night before they would leave. Greyson came down with half of Brianna's stuff, seeming to have pulled it out of nowhere.

"Greyson?" Brianna asked, sorting through the pile. "Where'd you get all this? I didn't even take these bracelets or this nail polish out of my bag…"

"Don't worry about it," Greyson smiled patting her on the head.

"Okay…But this isn't my tank top…"

"Oh sorry, it's mine," Greyson said.

"Grey, its bright pink."

"I never said I was planning on wearing it, silly," Greyson laughed. He walked over to Kamille and watched as she threw things into her bag.

"Kamille?" Cody asked who was also watching the girls pack.

"Yes, llama?"

"Why do you have three knives in your bag and how did you get it through the airport?"

"Um…Let's just say I'm pretty sure that if a terrorist puts their mind to it, they could get almost anything on a plane."

"Brianna?" Cody asked, standing up. He made his way over to her. "Is Kamille a terrorist?"

"Yes," Brianna, Kamille, and Greyson answered simultaneously.

"Oh…well thanks for clearing that up," Cody said.

"It's getting late," Greyson said. "Maybe we should go to sleep."

"Yeah, we're pretty much done," Brianna agreed. "And I'm tired…"

"No!" Cody grabbed her hand.

"Why not?"

"Because we only have sixteen hours until your plane leaves tomorrow, and you're not spending eight of them asleep…"

"Actually they have sixteen hours, forty-three minutes and twelve seconds until their plane leaves," Greyson piped in.

"Quiet you," Cody snapped.

Greyson looked ashamed.

"But Cody, I'm so tired…" Brianna leaned on him and he wrapped his arms around her, and then kissed her forehead.

"Then have coffee," Cody suggested.

"NO!" Kamille said, randomly.

Cody looked at her in surprise.


"No. You don't want to see this weirdo on coffee. I don't let her have it because it makes her jittery and rambunctious, and it's not good. So no coffee for you, Brianna…" Kamille said.

"You won't let her?" Cody asked. "If anyone is not going to let her have coffee? It's going to be her boyfriend. So Brianna, you can't have coffee but it's not because Kamille said so it's because I say so."

"No, I think I should be allowed to say if she has coffee," Greyson added unexpectedly. "Because I'm her best friend…"

Brianna was standing their blankly, watching as they all decided what she could and couldn't drink.

"How about I decide?" Brianna asked. "Because it's my body?"

"No it's not," Greyson argued.

"Um, yeah, it kinda is…"


"Okay, then whose is it?"

"Yours," Greyson said as though it was obvious. "Duh…I mean, God. Get with it Brie…"

"Okay…I'm going to get some coffee. I'll be right back."

Brianna ran downstairs.

"So, Greyson, are you doing anything in-" Began Cody.

"Cody, no need for awkward conversation. I'm sure she'll be right back…"

"Right," Cody said, with embarrassment.

Kamille started to laugh at nothing, and didn't stop until Brianna came back ten minutes later.

"So what'd I miss?" Brianna asked brightly, now holding a cup of coffee as big as her head from the convenient store across the street.

"That's the biggest cup of coffee I've ever seen," Cody said. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Yeah," Brianna said. "It's all good. Let's just sit down, relax, and enjoy the rest of the night."

"Potato," agreed Kamille.

"Okay," Greyson replied.

"Sounds good to me," Cody said.

They trooped down to the living room, and Cody and Brianna sat on one couch, Kamille and Greyson sat on the other. Cody put Finding Nemo in and they all sat down to relax.

*20 Minutes Later*

"Oh my God! I love, love, love, love, love this song!" Brianna cheered, jumping up and down on the couch. Her hair was coming out of its ponytail, and she was moving faster than even humanly possible. "Cody, don't you love this song? Oh my God I love this song! Ahahahaha!"

Cody sat, his face buried in his hands as Brianna jumped all around him, screaming about the song a random car had blaring as it drove by.

Greyson was immersed in Finding Nemo, and Kamille was staring at Brianna with faint amusement as she sharpened a pair of scissors she had found.

"Didn't I warn you?" she asked Cody.

"Oh shut up," Cody said, miserably. "I can get her to stop anytime I want."

"Whee!" Brianna said, jumping off the couch and landing on Greyson, who was lying on his stomach as he watched Finding Nemo.

"Brianna, be a little quieter," Greyson said, reaching behind him without looking. He pat her arm distractedly, and she laughed some more insanely.

"Greyson why do you like this movie? Huh, Greyson? Why Greyson, why Greyson, why?"

"Because," Greyson said, his big brown eyes never leaving the screen.

Brianna jumped up and walked around on Greyson's back for a few minutes. He didn't seem to notice. After a while, Brianna jumped off and ran to Cody.

"Oh my gosh, you're Cody Simpson," she laughed, feeling his face randomly. "I love Cody Simpson! Oh my God! Cody? Cody? Cody? Cody? Cody?"

Cody sighed.

"Yes, Brie?"

"…Hi! Ahahahahhahaha!"

Brianna ran around in circles for a little while, singing any song that came into her mind extremely off key.

"Lesson learned," Cody called to Kamille. "You were right. How do I get her to stop?"

"Ropes and duct tape usually works," Kamille called back.

"She's my girlfriend!"

"I had a pet goldfish once."


"Oh! I thought we were saying things that didn't matter…"

Cody sighed, and stood up, preparing to force Brianna off her caffeine rush. He took hold of her shoulders, and looked into her eyes. He raised his eyebrows as he stared at her.

"Baby…Baby…Baby, stop."

"Ahahahahah!" Brianna laughed, her collarbones vibrating under Cody's hands, and he pressed down on her shoulders willing her to stop shaking.

"Guys, I can't hear my movie," Greyson called.

"Brianna, stop being crazy!"

"Crazy?" Brianna began, still laughing insanely. "Once I was crazy. They locked me in a room to die. Die? I don't want to die! The mice will get me! Mice? I hate mice, they drive me crazy. Crazy? Once I was crazy. They locked me in a room to die. Die? I don't want to die! The mice will get me! Mice? I hate mice, they drive me crazy. Crazy?"

"Okay, that's enough!" Greyson called. He stood up and made his way over to Brianna and gripper her tightly. He steered her back to the ground in front of the TV and forced her to the floor, where she sat on his back and clasped his hands together.

"We're watching a movie," Greyson said as Brianna continued to vibrate. "So quiet your face."

Brianna's words turned to silence gradually, until she was just sitting there and staring at the screen.

"Swim turtle," Brianna finally said, and then she fell asleep.

"Greyson, would you kindly remove yourself from on top of my girlfriend?" Cody asked.

"Hah, that sounds so wrong," snickered Kamille. Cody lifted Brianna onto the couch, and she stirred a little, then continued to sleep. Cody sighed for about the hundredth time that night. Things were not going his way.

"Goodnight, guys…"

*The Next Day*

"Okay, so you need to write and call and text and tweet and Skype and anything that you can possibly think of to get information to me," Greyson was saying. "I want to hear from you at least once a day."

"Same," said Cody. "I'll miss you both, even you Kamille."

"I won't miss you," she replied. "Heck, I'm going to have an anti-Cody Simpson party the second I get home with balloons, cake, everything."

"Oh, come on," Cody said, putting his arm around the little girl who had become almost like an annoying little sister. "Won't you even miss me a little?"

Kamille looked up at him, and shrugged his arm off.

"Fine," she mumbled. "Maybe just a little…"

Cody grinned, and walked up to Brianna, satisfied.

"I'm going to give you tickets to every single one of my shows," Cody said to his girlfriend. "And if I don't see you there, I'll tickle you the second we get together again."

"Kay," Brianna giggled.

They were at the airport, waiting for Brianna's and Kamille's flight back home. They had all their luggage. Cody's eyes looked misty, Brianna was clearly holding in tears, Kamille seemed to be in physical pain (which meant she was trying not to cry) but no one looked more upset than Greyson.

"I d-don't want you to leave," he cried, hugging Kamille. "I'll miss you."

She awkwardly patted his back.

"I'll miss you too, Grey…"

"And what about our Cody and Brianna research? How will we continue?"

"We can't," Kamille choked, tearing up for what was probably the first time in her life.

"I'll miss you Brianna," Greyson said, over Kamille's shoulder. "Come here…"

Brianna and Cody joined the group hug, as they all cried. A few people from nearby looked over in alarm.

"Flight 239 to Boston," a voice called over the speaker. "239 to Boston, now calling passengers!"

"That's us," Brianna sniffed. "C'mon, Kami…"

Kamille pulled away after one last hug from Greyson and joined Brianna.

"Wait," Cody said, walking up to Brianna. He pressed his lips to hers for a moment. "Goodbye, Baby…"

"NO!" Greyson screamed, barreling towards the girls. He slid onto his butt and then held their feet like a child to its mother.

"Greyson," Cody said firmly. "Up…"

"I'll miss you," Greyson said as Cody dragged him away. His lower lip trembled, and his eyes filled with even more tears. "Goodbye, Kamille. Goodbye, Brianna…"

"Goodbye…" Brianna whispered.

"Later," Kamille called.

They walked a little further, and turned around for a look at Cody and Greyson. A tear dripped down Cody's cheek, and he held up fingers to Brianna.

"One," whispered Brianna, reading them as he held them up. "Four…Three…"

Kamille let out a weak chuckle.

"What do you know, Brie? Your dream came true…"

Brianna laughed.

"It hurts so bad going home."

"I know," Kamille muttered. "Believe me, I know…"

They turned around again, for one last final look at Cody and Greyson. They both gave them waves, and then the girls turned around again and continued to walk.

"Goodbye, California," Kamille said softly.

And then they boarded their plane.

Note: Hey guys! So this is all over, but we're doing a sequel eventually! Please give a final review, 143!