Morgan: Luke, Luke, Luke, Lucas, Luke, Lucas!!!!!!
Luke: What?!
Morgan: Love you!
Luke: Ok?
Morgan: Not that way!! You're my best friend!
Braison: Hey!
Morgan: You and Brais. *smiles sweetly*
Braison: *smiles proudly*
Luke: Make an A on your test, Brais?
Brasion: Yelp!
Morgan: Congrats! And random much? *pulls out some chap-stick that has L.A.B. on the top of it*
Luke: Is that mine?!
Morgan: *puts it on and smacks her lips* Maybe. *tosses it to him*
Luke: It is!!!!!
Morgan: Sorry, left it at my house, in my room. *smiles innocently/cutely*
Luke: I-I-I-I-I-I-I-.
Braison: Let it go .
Morgan: So, are ya'll staying at my house tonight?
Luke: What about babysitting?
Morgan: Joey's got Ellee, and Logan's at a friend's house for the week! *smiles*
Braison: I got Miley, Noah, Brandi, and Trace.
Luke: I got Ella.
Morgan: Awwwwwwwww, poor you.
Luke: *hits her playfully*
Morgan: Owwwwww! Lucas!
Luke: Kendall!
Braison: Chance!
Luke & Morgan: *look at him like 'what'*
Braison: Sorry.
Morgan: *strectches* Ok, Trace can watch Brandi, Brandi can watch Miley, and Miley can watch Noah. So, you can stay at my house, Brais.
Luke: And I can't.
Morgan: Where are your parents going?
Luke: Out to eat with Braison's parents.
Morgan: Brais! Luke! I got an idea. Trace, Brandi, Miley, and Noah can watch Ella tonight!
Braison: Smart! *calls Trace and hangs up* He said he'll watch her.
Luke: *calls his parents and hangs up* They said I can do that. *hugs her* Thank you so much!!!
Morgan: Welcome. *smiles*
Braison, Luke, & Morgan: *walk up to Morgan's room*
Luke: *looks around* Still pink.
Morgan: *sits on her bed* Duh! I'm a girl.
Luke: Who's best friends with two guys.
Braison: That she loves, right?
Morgan: Yes. *grabs a t-shirt and a pair of shorts* Be back in a sec. *goes to the bathroom and changes; comes back in the room*
Braison: Nice.
Morgan: Uh-uh. *gets in the middle with Braison on her left and Luke on her right and gets under her qult/ turns on the TV*
Luke: Degrassi?
Morgan: *smiles and nods/ turns to The-n on demand and clicks a episode and hands her glasses to Braison who puts them on the table* Night, boys.
Braison: Night.
Luke: Nighty night.
Morgan: *laughs* Weirdo. *lays her head on her pillow and goes to sleep*
Luke: *gets comfortable and falls asleep*
Braison: *falls asleep*
The Next Day
Morgan: *gets up and gets ice* Luke, wakey wakey. *shakes him a little*
Luke: *groans; eyes still shut* No!
Morgan: *puts ice in his shirt*
Luke: *eyes still shut; screams* Morgan!
Morgan: *puts one hand on each side of him* It got you up, didn't it?
Luke: *eyes still shut* Morgan, get off of me, now!
Morgan: Awww, is Lukey uncomfortable?
Luke: *opens his eyes* Get off!
Morgan: I'm not on you, I'm hovering over you!
Braison: *pulls her off of him* Leave him alone! He's grumpy enough!!!
Luke: Hey!!!!!
Morgan: *giggles* I sorry, Luke. I know I was out of line. *fake cries but it sounds like she really is*
Luke: *fells bad* I'm sorry, but you know I have space issues.
Morgan: *smiles* Ok! *kisses his cheek*
Luke: Were you playing me?
Morgan: *lying* Nooo.
Luke: Yes, you were!
Morgan: No, I wasn't!!!
Luke: Yes, you were!!!!!
Morgan: No.
Luke: Yes.
Morgan: Yes.
Luke: No!
Morgan: Gotcha!!!!
Luke: I do not understand you at all.
Morgan: *sarcastic* Love you too.
Luke: I do love you, *pauses* As a friend. You know?
Morgan: *thinks: 'Just friends'; sighs* Yeah I know.
Braison: Hey! I'm always left out!
Morgan: Sorry, Hun.
A Few Months Later
Morgan: *laying on the couch with a BIG headache* Braison!
Braison: Luke, did she just call me 'Braison' and she usually calls me 'Brais'?
Luke: Yeah, she did. Morgan, sweetheart, are you ok?
Morgan: No! My head fills like someones hitting it with a hammer.
Luke: You want me to get you some aspirin?
Morgan: Please.
Braison: You want me to take you up to your room?
Morgan: Yes, please, Brais.
Braison: *picks her up wedding style and carries her up the stairs; lays her on the bed* You alright?
Morgan: A Little, thank you, Braison.
Luke: *comes up* Here you go, Darlin'. *hands her the aspirin and water; kisses her forehead*
Morgan: *sweating like really bad*
Luke: Brais, get me a bowl full of cold water, two bath rags, a thermometer, and some Pepito bismol, please.
Braison: Ok. *runs down and gets the stuff; runs up*
Morgan: *tossing and turning*
Luke: Shhhh. Stop, please. *dips one of the rags in the bowl, rings it out, puts it on her forehead, takes her temperature and it's one hundred and two*
Morgan: Ughhhh........
Luke: Morgan, I think you have the flu.
Morgan: Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Braison: Shh, hush now.
