“Ohhh, what’s in here?” Natalia cooed as she pulled Dave and Kate into a room in the Tower. She was still going strong.

“Ohh, I don’t know maybe the same thing as the last three cells we looked at,” Clint said, irritated because of lack of sleep. Natalia gave him a look and danced around the room.

“You guys wanna come see where we taped our scene?” I asked them.

“Nah. I’m tired. I think I’m gonna sleep right here,” Clint said as he lay down on the cold stone floor.

“There’s a bed,” Kate said. She and Clint raced up the stairs to the room and jumped on the bed. “Mmmm. Comfy bed,” Kate murmured. Not fair. Get away from my girl, Clint.

“Oh, it’s very pretty up here,” Sara said and sat down at the vanity.

Olivia saw Clint and Kate sleeping in the bed. “Clint what are you doing?” she asked him curiously.

“Sleeeeeping. Come join me,” He said. Olivia lay down too and closed her eyes.

“Hey you guys! Come look at this room over here! There’s something written in the walls,” Dave said from down the hall. Olivia got up and pulled Clint with her.

“Nooo. Leave me be. I’m so tired!” Clint whined, but Liv pulled him out of the room anyway. Sara and Bob followed close behind. Nati skipped out of the room cheerily, oh god. It was just Kate and I.

I fought the urge to lay down next to her. Who know what could happen here, in the Tower of London, if the spirit takes us? She looked so serene sleeping there, even if she was still wearing the hair extensions.

“Kate,” I whispered, and sat down next to here. She gave me a muffled groan as a reply and rolled over. I smoothed back a piece of her hair from her face and leaned down to her.

“AKKKKKKKHHHHHHHH!!!” A blood-curdling scream came from where Dave and the others were exploring.

“What the..?” Kate’s eyes popped open. She sat up and bumped my forehead. “Damn it Scott. Get out of my way,” She grumbled as she went to the door.

“Let me out of here!” Olivia screamed as she ran down the hallway, slamming every door on her way by, including ours. She must have really been scared.

“Oh, shit,” I said to myself. I walked to the door and pushed to get out. But I couldn’t; the door was locked.

“Oh, fuck. This can’t be happening!” Kate screamed. She flopped back onto the bed and squeezed her eyes closed.

“What are you doing? We have to get them to open the door!” I yelled at her.

“I’m trying to get out of this nightmare,” She said to me.

“Right. Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and sat down on the ground. They aren’t gonna hear us. They ran down the stairs after Olivia. We’re stuck here until someone notices we’re gone.

“What are you thinking about?” I dared to ask suddenly. Oops. I don’t want to know anymore.

“I’m hoping to get out soon,” Kate said back to me. She opened her eyes and looked at me curiously. “What are you thinking about?”

I swallowed before I answered her. “You know, I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I still love you. Even after everything,” I said, and rubbed my eyes.

“Oh, spare me Scott. You could have had me back a long time ago. But you just won’t admit anything to me. And that’s only your fault,” She said and rolled back over to sleep.

“I just want to hear you admit. I want to hear it from your mouth. And if you can’t do that, then it’s just not worth it anymore to be with you,” She said, eyes still closed. I got up and walked to the bed, hoping that I still had a chance. I laid down beside her and stared up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry. I lied and...I kissed Tayla. Just one time, in the bathroom at Olivia’s party. I was mad at you because of Charles. I honestly didn’t know he was gay,” I turned to look at her. “Will you forgive me now?” I asked her. There was no response.

“Kate? Are you asleep?” I shook her to wake her up. Damn it, I’m gonna have to say it all over again.

“What?” She said and looked up at me.

“Did you hear me? Do I need to say it again?” I asked her. She shook her head.

“No, I heard you. Thank you,” Kate said, and she laid her head on my chest and fell back asleep. I kissed her head and closed my eyes too.

NATALIA

“Ok, we gotta go to Sheila now to get ready for the morning shoot,” Sara said. We walked to the costume tent and sat down in the spinning makeup chairs.

“Is Kate with you? We need to do her now,” Sheila asked us.

“Oh, we thought she was with you, actually,” I said, trying to think of where she could be.

“No, Natalia. I haven’t seen her since before dinner,” She answered me. “Where did you see her last?”

“We were in the tower in that room but we all left. I don’t think she would have stayed in there with Scott,” Liv said. God I hope not. Poor thing.

“Oh no. Probably not. But Kate would have been back by now. She would have come looking for us,” Sara said.

I stood up and my mouth dropped. “Liv, um, when you were scared and ran down the Tower, you slammed doors, didn’t you?”

“Yeah so?” Liv said, obviously not realizing what I knew.

“If Kate and Scott were still in that room, they would be locking in,” I said to her. She gave me a look of horror and disbelief.

“Kate’s screams would have got us back there by now,” She said.

“Not in a stone castle Liv. And not so far away. We wouldn’t be able to hear them,” Sara said as we got up to get Frank.

“Have you seen Scott? He’s need in costume,” Frank asked us when we saw him.

“We have reason to believe that he and Kate are locked up in the tower,” I said in the nicest voice I could think of. Frank was going to flip.

“WHAT?! How did that happen?” He said as we ran up the stairs of the Tower.

“Well, Liv got scared and slammed the doors on her way down, locking them in. You do have the key, don’t you?” Sara asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Frank said as he fumbled with the keys to open the door. “Scott, Kate, are you in there?”

A mumbled response came from behind the door. Frank flung it open to reveal Kate asleep in Scott’s arms.

“What the...” said Liv, Sara and I in unison as we peeked our heads into the room. We couldn’t believe what we saw. Weren’t they supposed to hate each other right now?

“Ok…did I miss something?” Sara said suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“OK! Everybody up and at ‘em! We’ve got to finish this shoot,” Frank yelled and clapped his hands. Scott and Kate woke up suddenly. Kate jumped when she realized whom she was lying on top of.

“I thought that was just a dream,” She said as we walked down the stairs. Scott slipped an arm around her shoulders.

“Funny. About half an hour ago you were wanting to get out of this ‘nightmare’,” Scott said to her. Oh now he’s pushing it.

“Scott don’t screw with me. You told me the truth. I forgave you. Don’t get me mad at you again. God knows I can very easily,” Kate said, warning him. He best be listening to her.

“Ok, I’ll be good,” He said and made a funny face at her as she went into the costume tent.

“So I just put on the servants clothing again?” Sara asked as she zipped up the black fitted dress.

“Yeah, that should be it. Maybe a veil or something,” Sheila suggested and handed it to her.

“I don’t know about a veil. I’ll ask Frank later,” She said.

“And I just put on this dumbass dress, right?” Liv asked as she slipped into a baby blue hoop skirt with white lace. “So joyful for an execution,” She said sarcastically.

“Well, you’ve supposed to be happy to see him die. He’s a treasonist. No one is mourning his death except for Nati,” Sheila said as she helped me into a busty black lace dress.

“Dave’s really gonna die when he sees you in that. You’re almost like me, Nati,” Kate said trying not to laugh at me because the corset hurt her.

“Oh, yeah baby. That’s the effect I’m going for,” I said, and modeled the dress in front of the mirror. Perfectly seductive at dawn.

“You look like you’re gonna burn at the stake when dawn comes,” Sara said. Ha ha. Do I really? I’m ignoring that remark.

“Kate you look so good. Scott’s gonna freak when he sees that. They all are,” Liv said. Kate gave her a look.

“Don’t you just wish you were me? I feel stupid, pushed, prodded, tucked, powdered, painted, pinned, breathless, achy, and quite like a piece of meat. I just love it when guys drool on me!” She said sarcastically and stared menacingly at her big Queen’s dress and wig.

“Oh really? I feel pretty, oh so pretty,” I said, swishing the skirts attached to me. Kate and Liv looked at me with skepticism.

“Yes, ok. You can breathe in your corset?” Kate asked.

“Well, no. But that’s ok,” I said, trying to get a full breath. “I will be happy when I can get it off, but I’m not whining the whole time either.”

“Come on girls. The boys are already ready and set up at the set. You gotta book it. Don’t mess your dresses or hair!” Sheila said as we scampered out of the tent and to the execution set. Dave was standing by the guillotine, and looking a bit pale. Bob was standing near by looking handsome as ever. Clint was sitting next to Scott in Kate’s chair.

“Should I take this as sign that you want to be queen today, Clint?” Kate asked sarcastically. Clint gave her a look and got up.

“No, it’s all yours Miss Kate. Just keeping it warm for you,” He said, and dusted it off for her with his glove.

“Thank you Sir Clinton. Well, hello King Scott. I trust you are sleeping well?” She asked the dozing Scott.

“What? Oh, right. Of course I am,” He said with a smiled. He put his head back in hands and closed his eyes.

“Ok, everyone. We can’t miss this scene. We only get one try. We have to go over it again and again,” Frank started to tell everyone.

“Oh God. I’m gonna die. Don’t ever ask me to be in your videos again if I have to be like this,” Kate complained to Scott.

“Don’t be feeling bad. It takes a lot of work to control myself right now,” Scott said. Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because I just don’t see it.

“Scott I know you meant well. But I just didn’t need to hear that,” Kate replied.

“Ok, this is what’s happening in the scene. Kate and Scott, you’re watching the execution. Bob you’re at the rope. Sara, you’re standing with Natalia by Scott and Kate. Liv and Clint, you’re just watching from the crowd. Now, Nati, you have to be sad and stuff. You’re gonna say goodbye to Dave then go stand by Kate and Scott. Bob puts Dave in the guillotine. Scott gives the cue and Bob lets go of the rope. The blade won’t actually go through your head, Dave, we’re gonna put a block of wood there to stop it. Are we ready to try it?” Frank rattled off his list of instructions at us.

“What time is it?” Clint asked Frank. He looked at his watch and then at the still dark sky.

“About quarter to four. The sun’s up at 5, maybe 5:15. That’s why we’ve got to practice this now. Sun up is very soon. Get to your places to practice,” Frank said to us. I walked over the back of the crowd I was supposed to go through to get to Dave. He looked so sexy like that with is hands tied behind his back and his hair messed up. Ohhh, yummy.

“Ready? Let’s go!” Frank shouted. I pushed through the crowd to where Dave was. He lifted up his head to look at me and I pulled his face to mine. The kiss was deep, too deep in fact. Frank stopped us.

“Let’s not try to suck face, ok? I mean, this is the last time you’re gonna see Dave, but you’re not exactly supposed to jump his bones either.” Frank said. A roar of laughter came from the crowd. I felt my face get very hot.

“Don’t worry,” Dave whispered. “I don’t mind if I have to kiss you more that once,” He said with a grin. I went back to the crowd to try again.

CLINT

“Alright everybody. That’s a wrap! Thank you everyone. That shoot was really good. I think the video will look really nice,” Frank told us after we sang on the roof of the tower. Our video shoot had gone wonderfully and now we were all finished. Time to go home and sleep now.

“Hey Clint. Can you help take some of this stuff to the trucks? Get your brothers to help too.” Dad said as he handed me a box of costume props. I groaned and brought the box to the trucks.

“Dad wants you guys to help with moving stuff,” I told the guys in the costume trailer.

I got no response. Bob was playing with the wigs. I guess he wanted to know what he would look like as a blonde. Dave was sleeping and so was Scott. His hair was radiantly blonde still.

“Hey Scott, when is your hair supposed to look normal again?” I asked him.

“What are you talking about? My hair is normal right now,” He said, still sleepy.

“Uh, no. It’s still very blonde. You haven’t wash your hair yet, have you?” I asked him, starting to laugh.

“I washed it, like, five times! It’s supposed to be out!’ he squeaked. I started to laugh because he looked so funny, and because he was freaking out. Scott’s so funny when he’s upset. He cocked his head and smirked. “Oh, I get it. You’re playing a joke on me. My hair isn’t blonde. Bob my hair isn’t blonde is it?”

“Um, well, actually. It’s not sandy blonde, but kind of…um…Nick Carter blonde,” Bob said, almost laughing. Scott went to the mirror and took his hair out of the pony tail. He stared at his peroxide hair and screamed.

“Jesus Scott! Shut up!” Dave shouted back. He opened his eyes and jumped when he saw Scott’s hair. “I saw you wash it! It’s supposed to be brown isn’t it?” Dave said. Scott put his face in his hands and whined.

“Just shut up everyone. Get Sheila,” He said, but no one moved. We all just stood staring at his hair. I looked at Bob, who was shaking with laughter.

“GO! NOW!” Scott shouted. God, he’s an ass when he’s upset. I brought Sheila back to him. She grimaced.

“Scott honey...your hair,” She started.

“DAMNIT! Yes, I know! My hair is blonde! What are we going to do about it?” Scott went hysterical. He loved his hair and now it looked like Nick Carter’s.

“Don’t give me your attitude Scott. I’ve had enough of your whining. I did not deserve that,” Sheila said. Scott opened his mouth to object, but she put up her hands and left.

“What the hell? I need help!” He whined and sat back in his chair. Dave went back to sleep. Bob kept playing in the wigs.

“Look! Now I look like Scott!” Bob said with a laugh as he showed us the blonde wig he was wearing. Scott snarled at him and lunged for his throat. Bob stepped back and Scott fell. Bob couldn’t stop laughing, none of us could. Dave helped him up and into the chair. He was over obsessing; but then again, Scott loves his hair a lot.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kate asked as she stepped to our side. Scott pulled back his hair and tried to hide it.

“Kate, please don’t make fun of me. The hair die won’t come out yet. I’m gonna be a blonde forever,” He cried. Kate raised her eyebrows and began to laugh.

“I’m not laughing at your hair, I’m not, really!” She said when Scott looked at her with hurt in his eyes. “I’m laughing because you’re getting all worked up over it. You look good as a blonde, don’t worry,” She said, trying not to laugh anymore.

“Oh, you’re just as bad as the rest of them. You hate me, you all do. I look horrible. How can I look good? I’m blonde! I’m Taylor Hanson! My hair!” Scott flipped out. It was pretty fucking funny.

“Oh, you do look like Taylor Hanson,” She agreed, not aware of what she did just said. She caught herself. “But you really need to look hard to see it. And you don’t quite look like him.”

Scott groaned and put his hands on his face. Kate hugged him and looked at us. She was gonna burst out laughing any second.

“Just put a hat on, you can’t tell very much,” She said, and pulled my baseball cap off my head. Hey! Now what am I supposed to wear.

“Fine, but I’m suing the makers of that hair colour,” He said, putting on the cap. Dad poked his head in the room.

“Kate, you have visitors. And Scott, I’m going to talk to you about your hair problem later,” Dad said. Kate left; Bob and I followed her out to see who was there.

“What’s going on? Who’s the visitor?” Bob asked.

“Nice wig Bob,” Sara said. He quickly pulled off the blonde wig he was still wearing to look like Scott.

“Hello girls. I was just stopping by, because I forgot to ask you something when you visited Gran,” Prince William said. He’s so damn prissy.

“Oh, well, We’re glad to answer any questions. What is it you’d like to know?” Liv asked him. He took a pad of paper and a pen out of his backpack.

“Could I have your autographs?” He asked. Bob hit himself in the forehead and walked back to the tent.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Sara said, looking at Kate weirdly. Right, Prince William of England, going to be king one day, wants their autographs. I don’t believe this.

“Thanks a whole bunch. My mates will go crazy when they see this,” He said as they all signed their names.

“Right. Well, it was great to see you again, William,” Natalia said.