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I started my old story, Mission Impossible: Spy Academy all over again. So now it's Cross My Heart & Hope to Spy, and, hopefully, it'll be a whole lot better. But sometimes I wonder why I deleted my first story in the first place. I still have the drafts though! SO IT'S ALL GOOD! (: I honestly put a lot of the things that I own into this story, like Namine's outfits and her beach house. (Yes, I recently moved to the beach!) And it's beautiful here in Beverly Hills ! It sorta inspired me to write this somehow… O___O

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Yup, you guessed it. This story is dedicated to lemonadeskies! She's practically my sister and has always been my inspiration and encouragement, even when I didn't have my first story on FF yet. And she's really actually the only person I talk to on FF. D: BUT IT'S ALL GOOD! ^__^ She has the greatest advice and ideas. Definitely consider talking to her and checking out her stories! The first chapter of one of her stories already hit like what? Twenty (and maybe even more!) reviews?! Holy crap! I'm so jealous. Haha, jk jk. :D

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If Kingdom Hearts was mine, I'd definitely share it with lemonadeskies! (:

Warning : LONGGGG chapter! (;


1. The Louis Vuitton Suitcases

I love Ryan. Seriously, I do. He's my younger, thirteen year-old brother, who has black, emo-styled hair that flops over his deep blue eyes. His closet is like the guy section of a PacSun store with some Hot Topic band shirts and Anchor Blue skinny jeans thrown in there. He's a master at Guitar Hero and loves Cold Stone Creamery. He told me a million times that he loves me and is basically the best brother a fourteen year-old girl can have. But those facts couldn't stop me from stealing his skateboard from his room this morning when he wasn't looking.

"Yo, Mom!" he panicked from the dining room of my family's beach house. "Have you seen my skateboard?"

"Have you checked your room?" Mom replied as she rushed down the stairs, readjusting the silver Tiffany bracelet on her wrist.

I peeked around the wide doorway that connected the kitchen to the dining room and saw Ryan on his hands and knees, searching under the long dining table. Rolling my sea blue eyes, I pushed his skateboard under the stool I was sitting on with my foot and picked up my glass of OJ from the Italian marble countertop of the island I was sitting at.

Moments later, Ryan rushed in, wearing a white v-neck, an untucked blue plaid button down shirt with scrunched up sleeves, deep blue skinny jeans from PacSun, and black low-top Converse. "Hey, Namine, have you seen…" he stopped in midsentence as his eyes strayed to the board under my stool. A smirk slowly formed on his junior high heart-throb face. "I knew you had it!"

"Then how come you didn't ask me?" I laughed, rolling his skateboard towards him.

Just then, a glossy black Jimmy Choo high heel stepped on it and stopped it in its tracks.

I looked up to see Mom standing there, looking serious in a white, sleeveless ruffled blouse that was tucked into a black pinstriped pencil skirt from Forever 21, her wavy black hair up in a wispy updo. Her arms were crossed, but she was smiling. "No skateboarding in here," she said, walking towards the large, stainless steel refrigerator.

Ryan picked up his skateboard as he rushed towards me. "I'll see you later, Namine," he said as we bumped fists.

I blinked. "Where are you going?"

"Today's the first day of school." He rolled his eyes at the idea, then gave me a small wave as he left the room. "Come on, Mom! I don't wanna be late."

"I'll be right there, honey!" Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she rushed past. "I've got to enroll him at his new school. I'll be home in an hour, okay?"

"Yup," I replied as Mom gave me another kiss on my forehead.

"When I'm back, we can go out and do some damage at the mall." She practically beamed at the idea. "And honey, please tell your father to be careful when grilling the salmon for dinner tonight. We don't want to burn that hundred-dollar piece of fish."

I looked past the open French double doors and out onto the wooden deck, where Dad was setting up the large stainless steel kitchen-slash-grill.

"Okay, Mom. I'll see you later."

I jumped off the stool and walked past the open doors. I went out into the lounge area, which had glossy wooden floors with outdoor furniture, a fireplace, a chocolate brown concrete ceiling that had golden ceiling lights and was held up with pillars that were made up of thin plates of golden rocks that stuck out at ragged ends. One side of the lounge area showed the wooden deck that angled towards the rest of the backyard, and the other side showed the large bluestone pool. In the middle was the long outdoor dining table. Bushes of colorful roses lined the walls all around the yard. But the best part was the view of the beach and its sparkling sea that was just past the steep green hills. So, basically, our backyard was the best place for parties.

I made my way over towards Dad, who was wearing an orange Ralph Lauren polo with white shorts. He stood in front of his grill, holding the stainless steel spatula and reading a thick manual on how to clean grills.

Dad looked up when he saw me and beamed. "Hey, there's my beautiful daughter! I know I'm not supposed to know this, but that's a sick shirt."

I smiled at Dad's slang usage as I looked down at my outfit. I wore a long red Abercrombie scarf, which hung around my neck, a white fitted Indie rock band shirt from Hot Topic, faded black skinny jeans from PacSun, and red low-top Converse.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, taking a seat on one of the outdoor couches. "For both calling me beautiful and the shirt."

Dad smiled. "You know what, Namine? You, your mother, and Ryan have taken this move pretty well. I thought that you and Ryan would hate me for having to make us move away from Twilight Town."

A lightbulb went off in my head as I remembered that we had moved into our new house just yesterday. "Oh yeah, huh? I totally forgot about that. I don't know why, but it feels like we've been living here for forever."

Dad laughed. "It's probably because the mayor's so nice and had interior designers do everything for us, like paint the rooms, put all the furniture in. You do know that we got all the furniture in this house for free, right?"

I blinked. "Really?! Oh my gosh, no wonder everything feels so new!"

"That's how I reacted too. It's nice though, isn't it? But your mother and I had to buy the house, but you know…"

I laughed.

"You know I love you."

I smiled at Dad's signature way of saying that he loves me. "I love you too, Dad."

(:

"You sure have a lot of bags there, kiddo," Mom said, smiling.

I looked down at the handful of PacSun, Hollister, Forever 21, American Eagle, Roberto Callavi, Burberry, Chloe, and Neiman Marcus bags I was holding. "Yeah, I'm sure gonna build up some muscles after today," I replied.

Mom laughed as we approached the food court, the smell of pretzels and pizza wafting around us. "Are you hungry?" she asked, looking down at her Tiffany watch. "It's lunchtime."

No kidding.

I looked around at the fancy, billion-dollar mall and saw even the most expensive restuarants start to form lines. But, since Mom and I had already spent at least a thousand dollars on our things combined, I opted for a good and non-expensive restaurant.

"Let's go to Panda Express," I suggested.

Mom's noise crinkled. "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yeah. We used to eat there sometimes back in Twilight Town, remember? And their orange chicken is the best."

"Okay…" Mom sounded unsure of her answer.

Mom and I made our way towards the back of the food court, where usual restuarants like Panda Express and Subway were located. It wasn't any surprise, since Destiny Islands was pretty much the richest city in the world, with beautiful and wealthy people and big, million-dollar beach houses. Heck, even the bathrooms were fancy. Every middle-class store was pushed in the backs of the malls, where only a few people loomed around.

At first, I thought that me and my family were gonna stick out here since people from Destiny Islands obviously looked better than the people from Twilight Town. But it ends up that we blended in perfectly.

When we entered through the glass doors, we saw that the only customers were a small group of friends.

"What would you like, sweetie?" Mom asked, looking down at me.

"Chow mein and orange chicken," I replied, the answer flying off the tip of my tongue.

"Okay, I guess I'll take the same. Why don't you get us a table?"

I headed towards the back of the restaurant and slipped into a booth, where I had a great view of the guy behind the counter, who was probably an upperclassman in high school. He was totally checking out Mom as she considered the electronic menu above him.

I couldn't blame him. My mother looked almost exactly like Jessica Stroup, who played Silver from my favorite TV show, 90210. She had the same chocolate brown hair and green eyes and looked like a total supermodel.

I held in my laughter as I saw Mom place her order, the guy behind the counter fumbling with the buttons on his register, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

I took my Sidekick and a can of Arizona green tea out of my oversized metallic bronze Roxy tote and listened to the conversation.

"And I'll take some Kung Pao – are you sweating?" Mom asked as she leaned in across the counter to take a look at the guy's forehead.

He seemed to like it. "Yeah. You're on fire."

Mom pulled herself away at his words. "Excuse me?"

"You're hot."

Mom looked over at me, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. I grabbed my Sidekick and flipped it open to make it look as if I wasn't listening just now.

"So…" the guy continued, now leaning against the stainless steel counter. "What are you, a sophomore?"

"No, I'm married," Mom replied firmly, not falling for his great flirting skills.

He seemed taken aback. "Oh. So how old are you exactly?"

"Just get my order ready!"

"Okay, okay!" the guy straightened up and started fumbling with the register. "That'll be twenty-two fifty."

Mom gave him the cash and rushed into the seat across the booth from me. "Can you believe that guy?" she asked, exasperated. "I thought people here would have class."

I laughed.

"You were listening to our coversation, weren't you?"

I shrugged. "Sorry. It was just… interesting."

Mom rolled her eyes. "I have to go to Louis Vuitton really quickly, Namine. Is it okay if I leave you here for just a few minutes? You know your kung fu."

"Okay, sure. But don't you have enough purses?" I asked, putting my Sidekick back into my purse.

"Oh, it's for something else. Just be here when I come back."

Mom gave me a stern look before she slipped out of the booth, revealing the guy behind the counter holding a tray with our orders.

He set it down on the table, then slipped into the seat Mom used to occupy.

"Can I help you?" I asked slowly.

"Yeah. You're pretty cute."

Oh. My. God.

-_-

A few hours after we had dinner together at the long outdoor dining table in the backyard, I went up the stairs and into Ryan's room, where he was sitting on the wooden floors against his bed, a thick book in his lap.

I leaned against the white doorframe, a smirk on my face as I crossed my long arms. "Gee, Ryan. I never knew you could read."

Ryan looked up at me smiled.

I laughed as I closed the French double doors behind me and sat down next to my brother. "Is that homework?"

"Yeah," Ryan sighed. "I mean, come on, Nami. Do you honestly think that I would read just because I wanted to?"

"Well…If you were really that bored of your life, yeah."

Ryan smirked and shook his head.

I looked out of the wide window and saw that it was already dark.

"Hey, have you seen the suitcases in the trunk of Mom's car?" Ryan asked, abruptly closing his book.

I blinked as I hugged my knees. "What suitcases?"

"Are you freaking blind?! Those things are huge! I don't get how you could've missed them."

I shrugged, then smirked. "I bet they're bombs."

"Wha-?" A smirked formed on Ryan's face. "Jeez. You and your big ideas."

We both laughed as the sound of Mom's heels clicked on the wooden floor of the hallway outside.

"She doesn't know," I heard her say from the other side of Ryan's bedroom door.

Our laugher immediately ceased as Ryan turned to me. "She?" he whispered, then pointed at me. "You?"

I shrugged, then the both of us jumped up and pressed our ears against the doors.

"I think we should tell her, Maddie," Dad said. "It's gonna be too much of a shock to her when she notices, especially with our plan. She probably won't even say a proper goodbye to Ryan."

"No, Spencer. We should wait. If we tell her now…"

"How will she get her things packed by the time she has to leave for the airport?"

"She has her uniforms, transcripts, and permanent records packed in the suitcases already. All we need for her to do is to pack just a few more things and she'll be ready to go."

There was a long moment of silence. Ryan caught my eye and fear shot down my spine.

"Okay." Dad's voice sounded worried.

"She'll be fine, Spencer." I could imagine Mom putting her petite hand on Dad's broad shoulder. "Namine's strong and she's fearless. Remember, we raised her as a brave girl. She'll get through this, I promise."

There was another moment of silence before Dad spoke up again. "Amanda's the headmistress, right?"

"Yes. Namine won't be alone."

I imagined Dad giving Mom a tight hug right before their footsteps faded away.

I leaned against Ryan's doors, then slowly slid down until I was sitting back down on the wooden floors.

"I don't get it, Namine," Ryan started to sound panicked. "You're going somewhere?"

"Okay, first are the suitcases," I said as I started trying to put the pieces together. "Mom said that my uniforms and records were already packed and that I just need to pack a few more things." I looked up at Ryan. "Normal clothes?"

He shrugged.

"And then the thing Dad said about me not being able to give you a proper goodbye. Your school is closer to here than my school, so Mom will have to drop you off first…"

"Then there's the airport," Ryan added.

"Yeah. And a plan. I think, maybe, that the plan is to drop you off, then take me to the airport with my suitcases all ready and packed. And then they send me off – somewhere – and it involves Amanda. A-Aunt Amanda?"

"Isn't she the principal at some school?" Ryan asked, crossing his arms as he tried to keep up.

"Sort of. Dad said that she was the headmistress, which is like a principal. But headmasters and headmistresses are principals at private schools…"

"So Mom and Dad are sending you off to a private school?!"

"I think so… But it's probably a boarding school… because Aunt Amanda is headmistress of a school in Twilight Town."

Ryan collasped onto his bed. "No wonder!"

"But which school am I going to? There aren't any boarding schools in Twilight Town."

Just then, the sound of the shower being turned on reverberated throughout the house.

I swiftly glanced over at the clock on Ryan's electric blue walls and saw that it was eight-thirty.

"Are Mom and Dad going to sleep already?" Ryan asked.

Before I could reply, the French doors opened and Dad poked his head in. "You kids better sleep early tonight," he said, looking back and forth between Ryan and me. "Especially you, Namine. You have an important day tomorrow."

And with that, Dad left with a smirk on his face.

:D

At exactly nine o'clock, the French double doors of the master bedroom were shut closed, the curtains drawn. Ryan and I were hanging out in my room, getting ready for a mission we knew was going to get us in big trouble –

We were going to see what was in those Louis Vuitton suitcases.

I sat on my queen-sized bed, pouring over the different maps that I quickly sketched of our house, one for where the security alarm sensors were and one for all the possible emergency exits. Ryan was hacking into the security alarm box that was on the wall next to the French glass double doors that led out onto my balcony, trying to disable the alarms. He had learned a few tricks, thanks to some of the many geeks that were in his computers class last year.

"There!" he exclaimed. "The alarm's off."

"Okay…" I said slowly, quickly writing down some final notes on the maps. "Even if you disabled the alarms, I think taking the front and back doorways are too risky."

"So you're saying that I spent the last," – he looked at the clock on my lavender walls – "half hour working on this freaking box for nothing?!"

"No," I replied, laughing. "Dad only finished installing the mini-cameras on the front and back doors, so if we take those routes, then they'll know. An alarm will go off."

"But I thought I disabled the alarm."

"No. That's a different one. I don't know how to disable the cameras; I think the controls are in Mom and Dad's room. It's way too risky to go in there. They're not heavy sleepers, you know."

"Okay."

"But Dad never finished installing the camera for the garages, so we can go through there. Besides, the garage doors don't make a sound when we open or close them, so they're our best route."

Ryan smiled. "I love you, Namine."

I smiled back. "Right back at you. So do you have the supplies?"

Ryan picked up a black Volcom messenger bag and patted it. "Yup. I have the flashlights, the camera, latex gloves, and Mom's car keys."

I jumped off my bed and threw some of my pillows under my 600-thread count comforter to make it look like I was actually under the covers.

"Did you do this?" I asked, pointing at the lumpy figure.

Ryan nodded. "Although… Your's looks a bit chunky. Shouldn't you fix it up a little?"

I rolled my eyes and patted the sides to smooth it all out. "There?"

Ryan gave me a look of satisfaction as he reached into his bag and handed me a pair of gloves.

I smirked as I pulled them on. The whole reason we decided to use latex gloves was because I once saw a jar of fingerprint dust in Mom's purse. We weren't about to blow our first cover.

As we tiptoed out of my room and downstairs towards the garage, I turned off all the lights to make it seem like Ryan and I were actually going to go to sleep.

Sounds of bare feet walking on the landing above us forced us to throw ourselves into the dining room, where we pressed ourselves against the walls. I took a swift glance behind my shoulder and towards the foot of the stairs, where I saw a glimpse of Dad walking down the stairs in his white t-shirt and striped boxers.

"LOSE THE BAG!" I whispered to Ryan as I saw Dad walking down the hall towards us.

Ryan panicked, then threw his bag in a random direction across the dining room. It smoothly glided across the table, then flew off and landed on the floor with a loud crashing sound as I imagined the flashlights, the camera, and keys hitting each other.

Dad's footsteps stopped just seconds after the sound of unmistakable metal hit the floor.

I shot Ryan a look that could kill and he shivered under my intense gaze.

Just as I heard Dad start walking again, I began walking calmly through the dining room towards the kitchen.

The golden ceiling lights above us turned on and I causually twirled around towards Dad, who was standing in the doorway between the dining room and the ceiling, his mouth open as if he was going to yell something.

Dad blinked, then shifted his eyes back and forth between Ryan and me. "Man, I thought you guys were thieves or something," he said, laughing nervously as he scratched the back of his head. "But what's with the gloves?"

I looked down and saw the latex gloves.

Oopsie.

"Our hands were cold," Ryan lied, glancing over at me. "So we put these… on."

Dad cocked an eyebrow. "Okay…"

"And we were just getting a snack before we went to bed," I added through my teeth. "Right, Ryan?"

Ryan gave me a confused look, then said, "Oh! Yeah, we were."

"All right then," Dad replied, shrugging as he turned off the lights and headed back towards the hallway. "Goodnight, kiddos."

"Goodnight, Dad," Ryan and I said in unison as I went up to pick up the bag.

I shoved it into Ryan's arms and we made our way through the dining room and the kitchen, where the French double doors leading into the garage were waiting for us. I turned the long, silver handle and we quickly bustled inside without a noise.

"Yo, Namine," I heard Ryan whisper from somewhere in the darkness of the garage. "Where are you? I have your flashlight."

"Just turn it on!" I demanded as a bright ray of light shone on the metal of Dad's Bentley.

"Oh, there you are," Ryan said, smiling as he walked towards me.

I made my way towards the small black box next to the garage doors and pressed on one of the buttons. I opened the silent door next to me halfway and took the car keys from Ryan. I fumbled around, taking a moment before I found the small pad of key's for Mom's Maserati.

"You ready?" I whispered, turning towards my brother, who immediately held in his breath.

I could see why. This was probably the most dangerous part of our so called "misson". At night, Sunrise Avenue was completely silent, so if a car alarm beeped, it would be pretty loud. Mom is someone who I consider to be a genius – Even if she left her car sitting out in the open on the driveway, she locked it good and tight.

My thumb hesitated over the unlock button on the key pad.

"Just do it," Ryan encouraged.

I closed my eyes as I pressed the button.

The chirps emitted a quieter noise than I had expected as the front lights flashed on and off twice before all was silent again.

Ryan and I waited for the thudding of footsteps, but when we didn't hear anything, we bent down and crossed out into the cool summer night's air.

I pressed the "open trunk" button on the key pad as Ryan turned off the flashlight, standing near the garage doors to keep lookout.

I rushed towards the back of the Maserati and lifted the trunk. The brown signature Louis Vuitton suitcases sat there, perfectly still as if it wasn't hiding a huge secret. But here's the catch:

It was.

I quickly unzipped one of the suitcases and gasped when I realized that it was a bomb –

A bombshell.


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