Hey, everyone. This is my first fanfic so, yeah, it's kinda bad. But please don't flame me and leave a review please.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR, James Patterson does.


"GAZZY! I'M SO GONNA KILL YOU!" Nudge screamed, pushing open the door to their room and grabbing a fistful of Gazzy's shirt.

"Do you think it's funny to blow up my Twilight books?" she yelled.

He snickered.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" Iggy asked from across the room. He was sitting at his desk trying to pull off a straight face.

"NO!"

"Well... I dunno about Gazzy, but I thought it was pretty HILARIOUS."

"You…." She muttered, eyes narrowing. This was, of course, lost on Iggy, who was blind.

"Me…." Gazzy mimicked Iggy's voice.

"Gazzy…." They both muttered. Iggy muttered Gazzy's name because he was getting in more trouble and Nudge because she was warning him.

She knew how to ruin his life. She reached and took a sharpie from their desk. Sneakily. So they wouldn't see. She shoved it in her back pocket and let go of Gazzy.

"I'm letting you off the hook," she said casually.

"Really?" they both asked enthusiastically.

"Yes."

She turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

Eight Hours Later….

Nudge looked at her bed. Laying on it was a black shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black hoodie. She also had laid out a pair of black socks. She picked up the clothes and quickly changed into them. She slipped the black Sharpie into her back pocket. She looked in the mirror.

"I look like Fang," she said sadly.

Time to get even…

She snuck into Iggy and Gazzy's room. The faint smell of gunpowder hung in the air. And the smell of methane.

She silently moved next to Gazzy's bed. Taking out the black Sharpie, she began to draw. Now for Iggy, who slept with no shirt on. She smiled evilly and drew.

One last thing. Slipping back into her room, she got the bowl of warm water. She dipped both their hands in it and hid the evidence in Fang's room. She went back into her own room and changed into a blue tank top and gray shorts. She slipped between her covers and lay down on her stomach. She extended her tawny wings and soon fell asleep.


The next morning, she woke up early and went downstairs. She stretched out on the couch and flipped the TV on after looking for the remote between the couch cushions.

Waiting.

And waiting.

Everybody else woke up except Iggy and Gazzy. But soon enough, they ran downstairs.

"NUDGE!"

Everybody but them burst into laughter.

Some of the water must have leaked onto their shorts and it left a water stain that looked like they peed themselves. She had drawn round glasses and a lightning bolt (on his forehead) on Gazzy's face. On Iggy's bare chest she had drawn faux chest hair and had tattooed a butterfly and a few dozen rainbows.

She snickered. This was hilarious. She whipped out a camera and took dozens of pictures. They yelled and ran back upstairs.

Life was hilarious.