So I wrote a small portion of this last year, never did anything with it, found it yesterday, and suddenly got inspired to finish it. Has that ever happened to anyone else? Anyways, like the summary stated, this is REALLY clichéd. I would apologize, but I had too much fun writing it to feel sorry. Haha. ;)

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Sinead stared at the score on the screen, horror overtaking her.

40-43

Her team had just lost.

"B-but this doesn't make sense! The Patriots haven't lost to the Broncos in six years!"

Dan was smirking at her, surprisingly not saying a word. But it wouldn't have mattered anyways; he probably would have been drowned out by Nellie, who was in hysterics beside them on the couch.

"I c-can't wait t-to see th-this!" the older girl barely got out, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Sinead's heart plummeted as she remembered the terms of her and Dan's bet, made only days ago.

~Flashback~

"I'm 100% positive they'll beat your team," Sinead said dismissively.

"The Broncos are going to win I tell ya, they've played better than ever this year! In fact, this is their best season in a long time."

"They've lost more games than they've won!"

"But still, I have faith in them," Dan stated, then his face lit up and he shot a side-glance at her. "In fact, I'm willing to bet on it!"

"On the game?" Sinead snorted with an eye roll. "You're going to lose."

"So you're in?"

"Name your terms."

"Let me think…" Dan turned to Nellie and Amy, who were silently watching nearby. "Any ideas?"

"This is yours and Sinead's deal," Amy said, but a speculative gleam flickered in Nellie's eyes.

"Hey aren't we going to that celebratory party of the Holts this weekend that they're throwing for winning their State tournament? And won't Jonah be there too?"

"Yes?" Sinead said it like a question, still thinking of what she could gain here. There was no way Dan would win this one, and there were so many things she could get him to do.

'Should I tell him no ninja talk for a week? Or that he can't fight with Amy over stupid things? Or maybe this would be a good time to talk him into helping me get Ned back for that one incident—'

"Sinead can't stand Jonah, remember?" Nellie was saying, and as Sinead comprehended that this was true, the older girl was going on, "So if she loses get her to talk like Jonah or something, OR—" Nellie's eyes gleamed even brighter, causing Sinead's heart to sink—"she has to wear his 'awful clothes' one day of the trip. All day."

She was using a direct quote from Sinead, voiced only days ago. While it was true that Sinead couldn't stand Jonah's egotistical attitude, she had been joking when she said what she had about his clothes. But it still sounded like one of the last things she wanted to do. Sinead knew how to dress, and her celebrity cousin didn't, choosing to wear what he would deem 'street clothes' but as she liked to refer to them as, 'a gangsta nightmare'.

"That would be epic!" Dan's voice exclaimed, and even Amy was laughing and nodding her head.

"His clothes? How would that be epic? It's hardly—"

"You couldn't tell him."

The statement made her halt. "Him? You mean Jonah?"

"Yep." Dan smirked. "So if you lose, you have to figure out some way to get his clothes and wear them, but he couldn't be let in on it."

"But that's crazy!" Sinead felt her heart pick up at the thought of Jonah's likely reaction. "He would think that I'm one of his crazy fangirls or something if he didn't know!"

"Oh, so you're already backing out?"

Immediately calming when she remembered what the bet was placed on, she rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I'm not, because I'm not going to lose. So the bet is on. Now here are my terms…"

~End Flashback~

Of course, then she had been so confident in her team and their past record that she hadn't even considered losing the bet.

Now, she stared at her cousins and Nellie in defeat, but didn't let on to how she felt. The only solace she could find was that so far, (though they had only arrived this morning) she hadn't even had to speak to Jonah besides a quick 'hello'. Even now, the four gathered on the couch were the only ones at the Holt's house, the others deciding to watch the game at a local sports bar.

"Good luck getting his clothes, and then wearing them all day."

That came from Dan, but the other two were still laughing, so Sinead included them in her scowl. Then she straightened. All she could do at this point was make the best of it.

"Piece of cake," she said confidently.

—

The next morning, she had to admit that it had been anything but a piece of cake.

It had been so nerve-wracking to sneak around Jonah's room last night; what if he came back early and had walked in and caught her? So she had tried to hurry, which made it harder to find things. Finally, she had found an Aerosmith t-shirt (one of her favorite bands), a dark grey bomber jacket, and some black wind pants. She wasn't crazy about the pants, but felt like she was running out of time and figured they would fit her. On the way out she had spotted a snapback and grabbed that too.

Now though, she frowned at the hat, then back at her reflection in the mirror, not sure if she should wear it. But the rest of the outfit she felt like she pulled off.

She had never seen Jonah in this type of jacket so it had surprised her, but it actually looked good with the light tones of the t-shirt. Even the pants weren't bad, though the entire outfit felt a little bit too baggy for her taste. Sinead was used to preppy clothes, and most of her wardrobe was more form-fitting.

But this would probably be as good as it got. Now, to think of an excuse as to why she was wearing his stuff, not to mention why she had sneaked them. She wracked her brain but came up with nothing that would sound believable. Finally, she decided to just play it off, act like it was no big deal, and hope that Jonah would go along with it. It was bound to fail, but she could tell him tomorrow right? After all, the terms of the bet were only in effect today.

Groaning to herself, she reluctantly made her way to the stairs, knowing she couldn't put it off anymore. Already, she had skipped breakfast, and Dan hadn't been too happy about that, demanding via text that she make an appearance soon to uphold her end of the deal. Sinead had almost pointed out that the bet didn't mention where she had to be all day, but knew that it was a cop-out. And though she had her share of faults, cheating wasn't one of them.

Hearing her cousin's laughter coming from the Holt's large den made her pause, but again, she made her feet start walking again. Maybe she could slide in the back and no one would notice her attire. With some luck, maybe they wouldn't even notice her existence.

But luck wasn't on her side. As soon as she entered the room and spotted an empty seat in the corner, Dan's head whipped up. "Sinead! There you are!"

The brat was going to get it later. Every single eye was on her now, and she suddenly wished she had left the snapback alone. Jonah's eyes had only briefly flickered over her at first, but seemed to freeze once he caught sight of his black and grey snapback on her head.

"Hi," she said shortly, then decided to change course and stand behind the couch where her brothers and Reagan were. She felt more protected there. "What are you guys watching?"

"Some crime show," Hamilton replied. "Cool hat by the way."

Sinead let out a guilty cough and mumbled her thanks.

"Isn't that my hat?" Jonah spoke up, confusion in his voice.

Sinead made herself meet his eyes, putting on her best nonchalance face. "Is it? My bad."

She moved to take it off, but Jonah shook his head. "You can wear it, no biggie…" he trailed, but now his eyes were on her shirt and jacket, the only things that showed above the couch.

Cursing Dan in her head, Sinead looked away and back at the screen.

Please, please, please, don't mention in front of everyone that I'm wearing your clothes, she tried to telepath to Jonah, just ask me in private later and—

"Your jacket's cool too," Dan piped up, causing Sinead's cursing to become even more colorful. "Man Sinead you're really moving up in the fashion world today."

Nellie let out a laugh before she covered her mouth and turned it into a cough. "Sorry, I just choked."

"Let me get you some water," Sinead volunteered, then escaped into the hallway before anyone else could speak.

She could care less about getting Nellie water—that traitor—but she needed the space to think. During the exchange just now, she had caught her brothers puzzled looks, and knew it wouldn't be long before they caught on. The Holts probably wouldn't at all, which was fine with her, unless Dan told them. Jonah of course, already knew.

Speaking of Jonah… she felt dread creep in as she heard footsteps behind her. It was probably him, wanting to know why in the heck she was wearing his stuff. His stuff that happened to smell like the cologne he always wore, making this bet ten times worse. Picking up the pace, she made it into the kitchen and was grabbing a glass from the cupboard before it was confirmed.

"Why are you wearing my clothes? I was looking for that shirt this morning."

Sinead ignored him, went to the fridge, grabbed a gallon of water, and poured until she felt calm enough to look up. "What?" she asked innocently, like she hadn't heard him.

"You heard me. What in the world is going on?"

"Look, I was going to ask you…" she trailed at the look of utter disbelief on his face and let out a sigh, knowing it was pointless to make something up. There was no way he would believe any of her pathetic attempts to explain how it wasn't weird of her to steal his clothes and then wear them.

"I'm experimenting, okay?" she snapped in a 'drop it' tone.

Jonah's brow rose through his lingering disbelief. "Right."

Sinead tried not to notice how attractive the look was on him, and instead concentrated on maneuvering past him to return to the den. He didn't stop her, but he didn't move out of the doorway either, forcing her to brush past him, which in turn, forced her to notice how toned his body was.

That's disgusting. He's super vain and egotistical and can't write song lyrics in proper English, let alone speak in proper English. And hasn't your Ekaterina background taught you anything about attractiveness in a person? Attractive people are practical, intelligent, reasonable, innovative, and focused. He defies all of that.

Satisfied once her mind cleared, she returned to the den and gave Nellie the water, a twinge of satisfaction setting in only after she 'accidentally' spilled some on Dan's head.

After that she settled in the chair, avoiding her brother's curious gazes.

—

"What's the deal with Jonah's clothes?"

Sinead pursed her lips. It had only been seconds that she, Ned, and Ted had been left alone after a rather late lunch, and that was the first thing they said?

"It's nice to catch up with you too Ned. Tell me, how has your day gone?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Just tell me. Are you trying to make him mad or what?"

Well, at least Ned didn't think she was hitting on Jonah.

Quickly, she explained how she lost the bet, but concluded with, "You can't tell him though. That was one of the terms: that Jonah can't know."

"That's a pretty nice bet," Ted remarked, his face unreadable. "What do you think Jonah thinks?"

"That I'm flirting with him?" Sinead suggested, then groaned. "I hope not."

"Nah." Ted spoke up again. "More than likely he thinks you're just insane or like Ned said, trying to make him mad."

"You think so?"

Ted gave her a weird look. "Well yes."

"I don't," Ned suddenly said, causing both of his triplet siblings to look at him.

"You don't what?" Sinead finally asked.

"I don't think Jonah thinks that. He keeps looking at you with a confused look on his face. Either that or he's been studying you like he's trying to figure you out."

Sinead had felt the celebrity's stare all afternoon, but chose to ignore it. To her dismay, Madison had finally noticed and asked her about her attire in front of everyone, but Amy diverted everyone's attention and she got out of that one. But it was still unnerving, and she was ready for this day to just be over with.

I want things to go back to normal. I hate having that much attention on me, but especially his attention. For some reason, it's throwing me off to know that he's staring at me constantly.

Of course, his reasons for staring weren't the normal reasons a guy might stare at a girl, so she really needed to relax. But it was hard. She wished she could leave and go home, only the party was tomorrow, and would be tough to get out of.

"That's a normal reaction," she heard Ted say. "I mean, if one of the girls here was randomly wearing my clothes, I would be confused too. It's not like Jonah and Sinead talk, or are friends."

"I think he thinks Sinead likes him but doesn't want to come out and say it, so she's trying to drop him a hint," Ned replied.

Sinead felt the color drain from her face, and she bit out, "I'm still standing here! And oh my god I hope not! The last thing his ego needs is that."

"He's not that bad—" Ned started, but she interrupted.

"Yes he is. He's always bragging about how 'the ladies' love him and how he could date practically anyone he wants with a snap of his fingers. And did you hear what he said about his album sales and the number of Grammy awards he has? Him thinking that I would actually like someone like—"

"Sinead. We get it."

At her brother's dry response, she looked away. Overreacting wasn't something she normally did, and she was quite aware that she was doing it now. "I'm just saying, I can't wait for this to be over with."

She could feel her brothers' staring a hole in the back of her head, but she chose to ignore them.

"Sinead," Ted said slowly, "You don't like him, right?"

"Of course I don't like him!" was her immediate response, but she kept her head turned so they wouldn't see her blush.

They didn't need to know her inner battle right now, that over the last several hours, part of her was actually starting to enjoy wearing Jonah's stuff. After she had gotten over the initial discomfort, she was aware of how much his clothing smelled like him, and how secure she felt wearing them.

The thoughts—ones that came quick and without mercy—had caused her heart to leap. Was she crazy? Was it just a security thing that came with being a female (she had done her fair share of biology studies after all) or was she, Sinead Starling, actually fighting some sort of attraction for him? She shuddered at the thought.

"We believe you," Ned stated in a tone that indicated otherwise.

"Look, I have things to do."

With that, she brushed past both of her brothers, intent on finding something to distract herself with for the remainder of the day.

—

Sinead managed to keep her distance from Jonah until the day was nearly over. It was remarkably easy, especially when the celebrity skipped dinner that night, claiming to have work to do on his laptop. She hadn't been able to keep the sigh of relief back, but when everyone's eyes turned to her at the table, she pretended to be reacting to something on her cell phone.

Now, she was standing at the bar—positioned in the middle of the Holt's spacious kitchen—talking to Dan, who was standing across from her, and the Holts, who were at the kitchen table to the side. Reagan claimed that the skating rink they were all going to tomorrow was one of the largest ones ever, while Ned (who had just walked in) was arguing that it couldn't possibly be. The others watched in amusement as Reagan started using her 'Tomas' background for credibility, while Ned started rattling off statistics to build his case.

Jonah had walked in directly after her brother, but didn't choose to indulge in conversation, instead burying himself inside of the fridge—not that Sinead was tracking his movement or anything.

The Ekat was just about to call for a truce when Nellie walked in, took in her attire, and started cracking up.

"Is something funny?" Sinead gritted, aware that the arguing had ceased and, once again, everyone was staring at her.

"I'm sorry," Nellie said through her laughter. "But this entire thing is just so funny. I can't believe you lost that bet! Just think though, tomorrow you can go back to wearing your own clothes—" she halted mid-sentence as Jonah suddenly turned from the fridge and stared at Nellie, then at Sinead.

"Oh so you lost a bet? That's why you're wearing my stuff?" Different emotions flashed over the rapper's face, but Sinead couldn't place any of them. She held his gaze though, wondering why her heartbeat suddenly picked up.

"Oops. Didn't see you there," Nellie muttered as Dan glared at her.

But Sinead almost felt relieved. While she didn't want it spread around that she had lost a bet against Dan, it was better than Jonah assuming that she was flirting or hitting on him, or whatever he had thought all day.

"Yes. Why else would I be wearing them?"

But he didn't answer her pointed question, setting the object in his hand down, then moving towards her. Out of the corner of her eye, Sinead could see the others eyeing him curiously, and her own curiosity was heightened, especially when she caught how dark Jonah's eyes suddenly seemed.

What is he about to do?

Her mouth felt like sandpaper as he stepped even closer and she tried to swallow, but couldn't. Jonah didn't say anything, just clasped the brim of the hat between his thumb and forefinger.

His facial expression went from apathetic to contemplative as he studied the hat, then his hand trailed from the hat down the side of her neck, brushing her skin lightly before landing on her shoulder. He did the same thing to the shirt as he did the hat, grasping it between his fingers, only this time Sinead could feel the heat from his touch and almost stopped breathing. But it may have been from the way he was looking at her too, piercing her with his eyes.

Why are you letting him do this? Move away!

But she couldn't. Her body was frozen there, waiting for his next move. Finally after what seemed like an eternity he stepped back and dropped his hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You should lose bets more often." His voice broke into the silence, sounding as deafening as a firecracker unexpectedly popping above one's head. "You look good in my clothes."

And then, in a flash, he had snatched the item from the counter and was in the doorway, throwing out a "later" over his shoulder.

Sinead stared after him, unable to move, still feeling like the breath had been knocked out of her.

What in the world...

"Wow. That was intense," Ned's amused voice broke into Sinead's haze.

Snapping her eyes over to him, she caught the smirk on his face and glared at him, then whirled to Dan. "Is this stupid, senseless, bet over yet?"

"Well it's not midnight—" he started, but caught her eye and winced. Sinead didn't know what she looked like, but inside she was livid with him for putting her in the position she had been in only seconds ago. Her skin still burned from Jonah's touch, and she could still feel the heat from his eyes like he was still in the room, and she wanted to kill Dan, the person who was now mumbling, "Uh, sure. Bet's over. Thanks for being such a good sport—"

But Sinead was out of the kitchen and earshot before she even realized she had moved, and she didn't stop until she was sitting on the bed in her temporary room, staring at the wall.

What. Had. Just. Happened?

One thing's for sure. I will never bet against Dan Cahill again.

She swallowed, thinking about the way Jonah had looked at her, like he was peering into the depths of her soul.

Never.

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I just can't stop writing these little Jonead oneshots…...I keep trying to write about other couples, but it's not working out. I don't know if this is a good thing, or a bad thing. Let me know via review! Haha!

Oh, and I didn't mark this as 'complete' because I might possibly upload this in Jonah's POV as a bonus chapter… I really need to update "Chaotic Relations" first though… ugh…