Hey guys! I'm back!

I am so, so, so, SO sorry about the delay in updating! I had writer's block, but I finally got to grip with things. Anyway, I hope you all like this story! Short, bu sweet and different. This type of thing was never really explained in the books, so I had a fun time writing it.

Enjoy!

-Estelle


Nobody really thought of the Delaney Twins as 'old' or 'mature'. Because, well, they weren't...

But they were 10 years old, just a year younger than Jess had been when she joined the Book Club.

Not many people payed much attention to them, except then they were in trouble.

And this bothered them. A bit. Because... well, nobody could even tell them apart. And that was just depressing.

Their Mother did somehow manage to tell them apart when they were in trouble, though.

Which was exactly what they were in right now. Trouble. Big, big trouble... with their mother and Jess.

The only difference was... the twins honestly didn't know why. They didn't recall doing anything wrong.

"You thinks someone will find us?" Dylan asked quietly, "Someone other than Mom or Jess?"

"Hope so. Not that there's much of a chance. I mean, c'mon, Dylan. Were in a closet in an old room near the attic." Ryan said matter-of-factly.

"Well, I hope someone does..."

As if their pleas had been answered, the closet door swung open, leaving the twin boys staring up at a pretty, dark-red haired girl, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" Cassidy Sloane asked exasperatedly, pulling the two out and dusting them off.

Dylan and Ryan exchanged glances. They had heard Cassidy complain many times about being bad with little kids, despite her group of followers from Chicks with Sticks, but she was doing just fine with them now.

"We were, um..." Ryan began.

"Hiding. I know." finished Cassidy, "Look, guys, I know you like to play pranks and everything, and so do I, but, really?"

"Really what?" Dylan asked.

"You know how long your Mom and sister worked on that cake. Ruining it is not the best prank ever. Pretty lame, if you ask me, dude."

"Ruin it?" Dylan asked, looking honestly confused, "We didn't ruin it. We didn't even know there was a cake."

Cassidy raised her eyebrows, "Really?" she drawled, "You guys are either really good actors, or you're serious."

"We are!" Ryan exclaimed, looking Cassidy right in the eye, "I swear, we didn't do anything."

The grey eyes searched the blue, looking for any sort of discomfort or guilt. It found none.

"Well, if it wasn't you two, who exactly would have ruined the cake?" Cassidy sighed, "Your mom and Jess are miserable down there, you know. They worked hours on that thing. And, dude, that was our desert. I was going to taste good. We're hungry."

"I know, but it wasn't us! I dunno who it was!" Ryan protested.

A tiny meow suddenly sounded from the doorway, and Elvis came prancing inside.

"How'd it get into the house?" Ryan asked, confused. Dylan shrugged.

Cassidy leaned over and picked it up, "Someone must've left the gate open and he probably came insi- ew!"

Dylan and Ryan stared at the girl as she dropped the cat and wiped something from her hand.

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked.

"Elvis is covered with something... I don't know- it's like, uh... frosting?"

"Frosting?"

"Yeah..." her eyes widened, "Which means, it wasn't you guys who ruined the cake..."

"Nope." Dylan said triumphantly, "It was Elvis!"

"Right." Cassidy muttered, "This sounds like one of those baby detective stories. Suspect the wrong people for a comparatively tiny... uh, crime, then send a search party to go look for them, then find them, then realize the culprit was an animal."

The twins snickered.

"Well, anyway, come on down." Cassidy said to them.

"We can't, they're gonna kill us!" Ryan hissed.

"Don't you trust me?" Cassidy grinned, disappearing down the stairs.

"Yeah." Dylan finally decided, "Yeah, I guess we do.."

"Who knew, she could actually tell us apart. She is my favorite of Jess's best friends." Ryan announced.

"Yup. Let's go down, and find our savior and second sister!" Dylan said brightly

"We can't!"

"Don't you trust her? She'll get us out of the trouble we were never supposed to be in."

"Well... yeah. I guess you're right."