Hello! So I was chatting with HestiaCahill39 and then this idea popped into my head. Sort of similar to Maria Madrigal's story, "We Object" (which is awesome to the max—read it and see for yourself).
The website address isn't real. Just something I made up. But it would be nice if there really was a site like that… and I just want to say… no offense intended. You think Kurt gets in the way of Amian? HestiaCahill39 and I agree. So this is like something that basically says, "Down with Evan!" I hope you enjoy, though! Here you go!
Disclaimer: I do not own The 39 Clues.
Amy Cahill was getting ready for a date with her boyfriend, Evan Tolliver. She glanced at the mirror one last time, then headed down the stairs, calling, "Nellie! I'll be going now!"
"Have fun, kiddo!" Nellie hollered from the kitchen. Amy wondered what her au pair/big sister was cooking now.
But she didn't know that her supposed-to-be-perfect date wouldn't be that perfect.
In the restaurant where Amy and Evan were going to, a twelve-year-old girl named Lilia was waiting behind the counter, holding a fortune cookie.
The door swung open, and Lilia's eyes grew wide. She clapped her hands twice, and other girls in the restaurant looked up and murmured among themselves, putting on their fan-girl-façade.
Lilia went over to Evan and Amy's table, handing each of them a menu. Then she discreetly dropped the fortune cookie she was holding on Evan's lap.
He frowned and picked it up as Lilia went back to stand behind the counter. He cracked it open and unrolled the piece of paper inside, revealing this message.
LOOK BEHIND.
He did so and saw a girl with his back to him typing calmly on her laptop. He also noticed a bag beside her laptop.
What about that girl? he wondered.
He turned back to Amy and shrugged, reading the menu.
The girl who was typing—or Angel—shut down her laptop and stuffed it in the black laptop bag she had. Then she snapped her fingers, the sound ringing loud and clear throughout the restaurant.
Lilia came over to Amy and Evan's table again and dropped another fortune cookie. He opened it.
LOOK BEHIND IN FIVE MINUTES.
"What?" he said.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Nothing." He glanced at his watch and nodded. It was now seven-fifty-five.
Angel smiled slyly as she opened her other bag and brought out some sort of necklace. No, it wasn't a necklace; it was an Egyptian amulet. She wore it and took out a short rod and a boomerang-shaped wand, snapping her fingers again.
The other girls in the restaurant fell silent, looking at the digital wall clock. It was seven-fifty-seven, three minutes to show time. Some of them got hold of light sabers. Some of them drew swords, NERF guns, and ninja shurikens. And others even had heavy-looking bowling balls.
Lilia had a wand and staff, because the pocket in her waitress outfit was too small to hold her dart gun and light saber, so she gave those to Angel while she was still on her shift.
All the girls (except Amy) stared at the wall clock, excitement switching all their senses into high gear. Now they just had to follow the plan that the two master strategists who were worthy of the Lucians in the fanbase—Angel and Lilia—did, and everything would go perfectly.
At exactly eight o'clock, Evan turned around and found a large group of girls surrounding his and Amy's table. Even the waitress who gave him the two fortune cookies—her nametag read LILIA—was holding a… was that a boomerang?
"What's with the weapons?" he asked.
The girl who was typing five minutes ago grinned, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Face the wrath of the Amian shippers!" she yelled.
That was when all hell broke loose.
"Because Amian is epic, and everyone knows that!" the girls shouted as they charged.
Amy instantly backed away to the wall, watching in horror as the mob of angry fangirls swarmed her boyfriend.
"Oh, don't worry, Amy," a girl around twelve said as she threw down a five-foot-long staff. "Evan will be well entertained."
"What do you—oh my god!" she shrieked as the girl's staff morphed into a roaring tiger which ran into the fangirls. "He'll get hurt!"
"No, he won't feel a thing," the girl assured. "By the way, my name is Angel."
"You don't sound angelic," she said.
"That's because I'm a magician of the Twenty-first Nome, and because Lilia and I made those fortune cookies Lilia dropped into Evan's lap," Angel said, snapping her fingers.
The fangirls stopped and moved back, waiting.
"Time for Ian to make his big entrance!" The girls cheered.
"What?" Amy said in bewilderment.
Angel and Lilia high-fived each other, and Ian Kabra appeared, stumbling from the wall.
"Now that's a big entrance," Lilia laughed.
"I'll sue you!" he hissed. Then he saw Amy. "Love?"
"Don't call me love," she said, but she wasn't angry. "What are you doing here? And you know them?"
The two girls waved, grinning.
"They're evil Lucians," he grumbled.
"Well, as if you aren't," Evan muttered.
"One more word and my tiger will rip your head off, Evan," Angel threatened with mock sweetness.
Lilia had something in her hands—was that a remote? "Live and rolling," she whispered, and the girls giggled.
Ian glared at her. "What is this? Another shenanigan of yours?"
"I'm no shenanigan doer, cousin," she purred. "I'm a part-time summer waitress. So get on with your part."
"You knew about their plan—whatever it is?" Amy exclaimed.
"No, they were blackmailing me," he sighed.
Angel held out her hand and a fireball appeared. "I'm willing to burn your Armani suits," she said cheerfully. "You know the drill, Ian."
Evan gasped from the floor. (He was lying flat, because Angel's tiger was on him.) "Can someone please get the tiger off me?" he demanded.
"After Ysa, Audrey, and Marie roll their bowling balls," Lilia replied. "Hit it!"
"One!" the other girls said as one of them stepped in front of Evan and bounced a bright blue rubber ball with the words FOR V's ONLY on his head.
"So you used your special ball, Audrey," Angel said.
"Sure did," Audrey grinned. "Good thing it's only rubber."
"I can make it heavier, but I won't," Lilia said with a smile.
"That didn't even hurt," Evan said.
"You want it to hurt?" Audrey challenged. "I'll make it hurt."
"Whoa, whoa, stop," Angel chided. "Ysa, you're up."
The girl who must've been Ysa came over and stood by Evan's side, grinning evilly as she bounced her bright red ball with as much force as she could muster onto his back.
"Ow!" he cried.
"You said Audrey's ball didn't hurt," she reminded, high-fiving some other girls and Audrey.
"Marie," Lilia called. "Light saber, please!"
"What?" Evan's eyes widened. "You said that she had a ball too!"
"She does. It's a nice ball with some magic hieroglyphs," Angel said.
"What do those hieroglyphs—OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!" he yelled.
Marie laughed. "Those add one pound and you're already screaming your head off," she cackled.
Angel smiled at Ian. "You know the drill," she repeated. A brighter ball of fire appeared above her palm, along with an Armani suit hovering in the air. "Ten seconds, Ian."
His eyes widened. "Just don't burn my suit!" he shouted.
She didn't seem to hear him. "Ten… nine…"
He looked at Amy and took a deep breath. "Amy, I'm really sorry, and all I want is another chance," he said quickly.
"Five… four… three…"
"Please, please forgive me. I promise I won't use you or break your heart. I can give you everything in the world, not like that commoner," he said, glancing at Angel.
She smiled again and closed her hand, extinguishing the fireball. "Good job. Lilia, you can stop the cameras now."
Amy, Evan, and Ian gaped at her and Lilia. "YOU WERE FILMING US?" they cried.
Angel and Lilia grinned and gave each other high-fives. "Dan will love this," Lilia said as the two disappeared.
Back in the Twenty-first Nome, or Brooklyn, Angel and Lilia were laughing their heads off in the room they shared.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," Lilia said. "I guess you should type. We wouldn't want Carter or Sadie or anyone else to find out about this, and you're way faster than I am."
Angel took the laptop and set it in front of her, then began typing. Around ten minutes later, she was done. (It took some time to choose the right words.) So this is the e-mail they sent using Angel's account:
Dear Cahills,
Attached is a video that you might want to see. Amy has decided to give Ian another chance, so Evan Tolliver is history.
Yours,
Angel and Lilia
"Nice," Lilia said. "Hurry and send it; I think Carter's coming!"
Angel clicked the send button just as their teacher, Carter Kane, came in. "What are you two up to?" he asked cautiously.
"Nothing!" she said, flashing a smile.
"Come on, we're about to start," he told them.
"Whatever Works," they sighed.
"We'll be right down," Lilia promised.
"Okay," he said, leaving.
The two giggled. Eventually their giggles turned into laughs as they headed out and down the stairs to the classroom/basketball court.
Dan Cahill opened his laptop and checked his inbox. He saw a message with the subject READ THIS ASAP.
Whatever, he thought as he clicked it and opened the attachment.
He grinned. Evan Tolliver being mobbed by angry girls? That was definitely a first.
He began to chuckle when three girls bounced rubber balls off him, and he howled every time. Then a girl was holding a formal suit (no doubt Ian Kabra's) with a fireball in one hand, threatening to set the suit on fire.
Dan heard Ian apologizing to Amy, saying that he could give her everything in the world. He laughed out loud. Good thing Uncle Fiske is off to a Madrigal meeting, he thought, or he'd freak.
Natalie Kabra decided to see if she had any new online updates on the latest Prada bags or anything, but all she saw was an e-mail from someone she didn't know.
Anyway, since the subject was READ THIS ASAP, she read the short note and watched the video.
Wait, isn't that Evan Tolliver, Amy's boyfriend? she thought.
Then when she saw a girl with a fireball threatening to burn one of Ian's Armani suits, she laughed. Ian really does love his suits, but he loves Amy much more, she thought.
"You know the drill," the girl said as she held the fireball closer to Ian's suit.
Then he began asking for another chance, talking about how he could give her everything, and Natalie laughed again.
"I wonder if the other Cahills know about this," she mused, clicking the reply button. Whoever Angel and Lilia were, they had given her perfect blackmailing material.
Sinead, Ned, and Ted Starling were working on separate laptops and chatting with each other out of boredom.
All of a sudden, an e-mail popped up in their inboxes.
"What's this?" Ted asked. "I can't really see."
"That's an e-mail, Ted," Sinead said. "And the subject is READ THIS ASAP."
"I wonder why," Ned mused. "Let's check it out."
They clicked on the message and saw the short letter. "It's a video of… Amy, Evan, and Ian?" he scratched his head.
Ted laughed. (Even if he can't see, he can still hear.) "This is hilarious! Who sent us this again?"
"Some girls named Angel and Lilia," Sinead replied. "Amy and Ian got together again, thanks to some group whose motto is, 'Because Amian is epic, and everyone knows that!'"
The Starlings laughed. "Look, they sent it to the other Cahill teens… and pre-teens," she added, remembering Dan and Natalie.
"How do you think they'll react to this?" Ned said.
"Check e-mail!" Hamilton Holt bellowed to his sisters, Madison and Reagan.
The three grabbed their laptops and saw the same e-mail in each of their inboxes.
"Same," Madison said.
"It's a video!" Reagan exclaimed.
"Let's watch it, then," Hamilton said.
Just as the video started, Reagan asked, "Why are there so many girls?"
"Watch," Madison said, waving her hand.
"Wow, light sabers," Hamilton said.
"And rubber balls?" Madison said in amusement. "This just gets better and better!"
Every time Evan cried out, the Holts laughed. "I'm starting to feel sorry for him," Reagan said.
"Hey, a girl is holding a fireball while telling Ian something about, 'You know the drill'," Madison pointed out. "And now he's apologizing!"
Hamilton chuckled. "Amy forgave him, so Evan is history. We're free now!" he yelled triumphantly.
(And by free, he meant free to do whatever, because whenever Evan's there, the Cahills have to be careful.)
During the time they had to rest up before lunch, Lilia and Angel went back to their room to see if any of the Cahills replied.
"Everyone replied!" Angel said in surprise. "I really didn't expect that! Look what Natalie said."
Angel and Lilia,
I guess I should thank you for sending me such a silly video. It will make the perfect blackmailing material for my brother.
Signed,
Natalie Kabra
"Cool," Lilia said. "Read the Holts' message!"
THIS WAS AWESOME! Though Reagan sort of feels sorry for Evan.
-Hamilton, Madison, and Reagan
"They did send us a simple message," Angel said. "Let's see… the Starlings!"
Lilia and Angel,
We found the video very funny. Was the fireball threat to Ian's suit (Armani, right?) real? Or was it just a special effect?
We think Dan and Natalie would be thinking about blackmailing Amy and Ian.
Regards,
Sinead, Ned, and Ted Starling
"Speaking of Dan, what did he say?" Lilia asked.
"I was just about to click his message," Angel said.
Whoever you are, and whether you like ninjas or not, this was awesome! I can't wait to see Amy's reaction once she finds out that you sent this to other Cahills! Thanks a lot!
Dan the Ninja Lord
"Still ninja-obsessed," they said at the same time.
Okay, so as I was saying before this chapter, this is a "Down with Evan Tolliver" story. I know this should be in the crossovers section… but anyway please, please, please review!
~PJOTKCLucian13 and HestiaCahill39