Guys. Day of Doom came out today.

NO SPOILERS WHAT SO EVER IN MAH REVIEWSS

only, cuz, you know... I haven't read it yet

OMG SIEZE FIRE I HAVE REASONS

k.. 1) my bookstore was supposed to have 10 copies in today

2) I go to the bookstore this morning, missing about thirty minutes of school

3) they can't find any copies. Like, on the shelves and even in storage

So I'm dying right now. Hopefully I'll get it tomorrow. For now, I have to distract my mind. And to do that I shall post another chapter of MCD

And, I was gonna thank all the people that have reviewed this story so far... I wrote all your names down but now I can't find the paper *dramatic sigh*

Also, one more thing — I won't be able to post again until after spring break cuz I'm going to Florida

Thats right, Americans. I'm coming to your land.

DISCLAIMER:

Me: I dunno who I should get to do the disclaimer. My life is so full of dilemmas.

Random BookStore Employee: How about me?

Me: NIGGAH NOOOOOOOOO

RBE: Well Howdy Doo Dah Then

Me: I'll just... Do the disclaimer myself.

*collective gasp*

Me: TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco (aka meee) does not own The 39 Clues or their characters, only her own.


"Dan!" I called out. He appeared in the living room in less then a few seconds. "Can you set the PS3 up?"

"Yes." Dan said, as if he was glad he didn't have to deal with kids anymore.

"Good. Because they have the XBox up, and XBox is for..." I shuddered. "Quiffs."

Dan chuckled. "Okay then. Ryder and Lindsay are both asleep in their cribs."

"Cool. I'll go check on them and I'll be right back." I informed him.

I sprinted up the stairs to the Bedroom Hallway, and peeked into each of their rooms. And I basically had a heart attack.

"Dan!" I screamed like I was being murdered. Well, I mean, he loves me. If I was being murdered he'd obviously come to my aid.

Sure enough, he bounded up the stairs quick as a flash.

"What? What's wrong?!"

"I... Lindsay and Ryder are gone."

"Oh my God!"

"F*ck, I'm dead!"

"I love how you didn't give me credit."

"Shut up! This is serious!"

"It's okay, Linds. We'll find them. Take a chill pill."

"I can't take a chill—"

Dan silently kissed me. That's a good way to shut me up.

I pulled away. "Jerk."

He grinned. "Thank you. Now let's find the kids."

We then basically scoured the whole house and couldn't find them. They honestly weren't anywhere. Until Dan almost opened up this really tiny door in an empty hallway.

"No!" I stopped him, pushing him out of the way.

He scowled "Lindsay, they could be in there."

"It's haunted." I whispered, telling him the story of why it's haunted.

See, a long time ago when Emma, Jonah, Luke, Phoenix and I spent the weekend here, we decided to sleep in that small room for fun. We lit candles to give it an eerie feel. Also because we couldn't find any flashlights. Anyhoodle, when we all mysteriously woke up at the same time — 2:37 am exact — all the candles were blown out, all the furniture was moved to one side of the room, and on the empty side that we were all squished at there was knives lodged in the wall above our heads. So after that, we swore to never ever go in there again.

I took a breath. "Understand why we can't go in there?"

"Yeah, but Lindsay and Ryder—"

"Emma probably shouted in their adorable faces a billion times that she forbids them to go in there."

"Lindsay, if someone says 'I forbid it' that's a pretty good sign it's worth doing."

"But you weren't there that night."

"Whatever. Just face your fears and come on."

Dan took the brass doorknob and slowly pulled open the door. It was pitch black inside and there wasn't any lights in there. Plus, when we crouched down and stepped in the temperature dropped a good thirty degrees.

As we took one nervous step in, the door slammed shut behind us. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

"Dan..." I whined, slapping his chest.

He took my hands. "Lindsay. Shut up."

Then there came some insane squealing. Like, a freaking pig that's getting barbecued live. So, to speak, it made my heart go fifty billion jillion miles an hour.

Slowly, we crept inside. Which was freaking stupid, looking back on it. I mean, there was just FriedPig laughing coming from inside a second a go. Who the f*ck would go any farther?

Wait... Me. Me and my incredibly stupid boyfriend.

Dan took a shaky breath. Then screamed. "Lindsay!"

"What?!" I screamed, equally as scared even though I didn't have a clue of what happened.

"Something just pulled at my shoe." Dan whispered, as if he was afraid someone was watching us.

"We are so going to die..." I muttered.

Suddenly I got a creepy feeling like someone was staring at me. I hugged Dan's side and I could literally feel him shaking underneath me.

"Wait... Use your phone for light." Dan suggested.

I took my Nokia 8800 Sapphire Arte out of my pocket (Lol, birthday presents). I turned the brightness up all the way and shone it around the room.

I didn't look, though. I was scared of what I might see

Then Dan started laughing. Schmuck. Who would laugh at a time like this?

"Lindsay," Dan said, nudging my shoulder. "Look."

Slowly I opened my eyes. There, sitting in the corner of the room, were Lindsay and Ryder Holt. Dickheads.

As Dan picked them up, I texted Emma.

L; sorry to interrupt your romance, but I haaaaave 2 tell you something

E; I am half naked with a ring on my finger. I could honestly care less about your mental illness.

L; OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFG OMFGOMFGOMFG HE PROPOSED! I totally didn't see that coming ;)

E; YOU KNEW?!

L; yeah, he told me before we came. Lolz, I feel so special.

E; I'm going to kick his ass...

L; I mean, YOUR boyfriend *cough*fiancé*cough* told ME a secret. Like fridge!

L; oh and don't kick his ass. That's not a polite thing to do before sex

E; F*ck you

Then she turned her phone off so I couldn't text her my funny story which wasn't very funny. Damn.

So, instead, I sent out a mass text to Amy, Nellie, Reagan, Madison, Sinead, Ian, Evan, Jake, Atticus, Jonah, Phoenix and Luke.

Lindsay; OMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHA

Amy; ... Hi?

Madison; Lol I think sumthing funny happened ^.^

Lindsay; Funny... Not really :p

Sinead; ? What happened then?

Luke; SPILL SPILL SPILL!

Lindsay; FAG FAG FAG!

Luke; Jerk

Lindsay; do u want 2 kno or not?

Nellie; YESSSS!

Ian; NOOOOO!'

Jonah; Stop hating, I

Ian; I-A-N! There's two more letters

Phoenix; Why use all the letters when u only hav to use one?

Jonah; EXACTLY!

Reagan; can u tell us what happened already Linds? Ur interrupting my wipeout xD

Lindsay; Okay... Hold onto your drinks. That means you, Mr Coke-Is-Life

Evan; Coke is life, thank you very much

Jake; I prefer Pepsi

Lindsay; HA!

Jake; Calm down, Linds. Now: WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Amy; Lindsay's stalling

Atticus; Stalling? For what?

Nellie; Some sort of announcement. HURRY UP LINDSAY!

Lindsay; Okay *dramatically clears throat* HAMILTON PROPOSED TO EMMA!

Reagan; Ha! I so called it! Madison owes me money!

Madison; Do not!

Reagan; Do to!

Amy; Tell them all of us here at CCC say CONGRATULATIONS!

Jonah: Whoop! I call dibs on best man! I think I deserve it!

Lindsay; and I deserve maid of honor

Sinead; are ham and em even in the conversation?

Lindsay; Nope XD

Sinead; Alrighty then... Text you guys later(;

Everyone else at the same time; BYEEEEE!

I put my phone back in my pocket. Dan went and put Lindsay and Ryder back into their cribs, then we both went back downstairs to the living room. Dan continued to set up the PS3.

Dan finished hooking it up and he unplugged the controllers that were charging. I sighed. "I can't believe Emma and Ham are getting married."

Dan fumbled and dropped the white controller. "They're what?!"

I then burst out laughing. Right, I forgot Hamilton didn't tell Dan about the proposal. Haha Lol.

"OMG, right he didn't tell you. Well, um, Ham proposed to Emma—"

"I know that now." Dan interrupted. "Dibs on best man."

"Jonah already called it. And maid of honor is taken too, so you won't be getting that part, either."

Dan scowled. "Gee, thanks for your consideration."

"Woo! Hunger Games quote! You get a nickel." I brought out the small silver coin (Lol Canadian not American) and Dan took it.

We played black ops for a long time. We mostly played zombies though, or combat training with the settings on 2 against 9, for an unlimited time until we reached 300,000 kills. It's really fun on firing range because Dan and I just stay up in the tower and shoot anybody that comes by. For our kill streaks we have care package, attack dogs, and chopper gunner so it was fairly easy to reach 300,000 kills.

"Question," Dan said as we finished a round of combat training. "Why does Emma dress so girly? I mean, when ever you talk about her back at the stronghold she sounds more like a tomboy."

I sighed. "It's Jonah's fault, actually. It was Emma's thirteenth birthday, I think, and Jonah got her a pair of pink sparkly Louis Vuitton heels with pinks bows on the sides. Emma didn't wear them for a week, but eventually she tried them on. She became obsessed. Then the next thing you know her credit card gets maxed out because she spent too much on Coco Chanel, Alexander McQueen, and Jimmy Choo."

Dan nodded. "Cool. That's all my questions for the night."

"What time is it?"

"Three in the morning."

"Then that's all your questions for the morning."

"Don't be smart." Dan retorted, kissing me softly.

I grinned. "But that's my specialty."

We played black ops for a little longer. Then somewhere around four I fell asleep. I woke up at 8am because Emma and Ham got home and Emma started hitting me with a pillow.

Dan had fallen asleep as well. Hamilton just shoved him off the couch and Dan jumped into some sort of ninja stance before touching the ground.

"How was your night?" I clicked my tongue, emphasizing my awesomeness.

"Good." Emma replied, smiling. "I can't wait to tell everybody else—"

"They already know," I interrupted. Emma raised her eyebrows. I pulled out my phone. "Mass text."

She nodded. "Right. Are the kids up yet?"

"Dunno. We kinda woke up two minutes ago." Dan replied.

Emma chucked a pillow at him and it hit his chest. Dan scowled.

Then we just talked and hung out for a while. Lindsay and Ryder got an idea that involved paint and fingers, and obviously both kids get their eating habits from Ham...

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

"What?" Dan an I asked, looking behind us on the open floor where Lindsay and Ryder were finger painting.

Emma was kneeing down beside her kids. Lindsay and Ruder both had paint all over their faces. Coincidentally, there was none on their paper. Kids, I'm telling ya.

"Did they..." Dan trailed off, because he burst out laughing. I couldn't suppress my smile.

"They ate the paint!" Emma screamed. "Can that kill you?!"

"Probably." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Shit!" Emma yelled. Then she pointed at the kids. "Never repeat that word."

Just to brighten the mood even more, the doorbell rang. Hamilton sprinted towards it and opened it up.

Some fag in a retarded outfit waltzed into the door as if he owned the place. DaFuq is up with life today?

"Kevin?" Emma asked, standing up.

"The one and only!" Kevin answered shoving his way past Hamilton. Ham's face contorted with this really messed up expression.

"Um, why are you—"

"Ah, and these must be the kids!"

Kevin walked right over and scooped up Lindsay. Whoa, back it up FagSquire. When in the f*ck did I say you can touch my happiness?

Lol, wait. He's holding Lindsay. Not a bag of Ruffles!

"Yeah. That's Lindsay and that's Ryder—"

"Oh gosh! Adorbes!" Kevin squealed. No joke, he f*cking squeals like a pig that's getting cooked alive.

Haha. RADMEMS.

"How old are they? A year?"

"Eleven months." Emma replied slowly.

"Goodie! So you must've burned off all that baby fat by now, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Great! You start modeling next week."

Kevin turned to leave, but Emma sprinted out in front of him. "What do you mean I start modeling next week?"

"Well, in your contract it said you won't have to continue modeling until 10 months after you had the kids. It's been eleven, so you can start again."

"But—"

"She doesn't want to model anymore." Hamilton stepped in, finally taking part in this really messed up conversation.

"Well, I still want to model," Emma confessed. "I just don't want to be a Victoria's Secret Angel anymore."

"Oh. Well, my booking manager can probably find you a spot with Playboy—"

"No!" Emma interrupted. "I mean, I don't want to do underwear anymore. If I'm going to model, I just want to do clothes. Shoes, maybe some jewelry."

"Oh," Kevin murmured. "Well, I suppose I can get you a spot with L.A. Models—"

"Yes!" Emma shrieked. "Yes times a thousand! Thank you!"

Kevin grinned. "All the welcomes. I'll text you the deets."

Kevin exited the house, and we all the gawked at Emma. She was grinning and hopping around like she won the lottery.

"Oh my God! I'm such a freaking — AAAAHH!"

Then she burst into a fit shrieks and screams. Hamilton grabbed her shoulders, attempting to steady her shaking. But, it was pointless. Emma was too damn excited.

"Emma, calm down." Hamilton ordered, staring into her eyes. Emma's breathing was going all whack, and I was afraid she was going to pass out. "Emma, it's okay. Calm down. Shh."

Emma nodded, and took a few deep breaths. "I'm-I'm okay. I'm okay."

"Mommy?" Lindsay asked.

Hamilton and Emma abruptly paused. Slowly, they turned and stared at Lindsay.

"Was that her first word?" Dan asked, smiling in awe.

Emma smirked. "Yup. And it wasn't daddy!"

Emma started dancing around while Hamilton rubbed his face. "I was sure she was going to say daddy or dad, or even pa, before she said mommy!"

"Yeah, well, you thought wrong. Now I get fifty bucks." Emma replied.

I laughed. "Fifty bucks? Jeez, you guys were thinking big!"

Dan bro-fisted me. "Ha. Swallowed move, Jenkins."

"I'm not giving you fifty dollars." Hamilton grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

Emma stuck out her bottom lip. "Please?"

Hamilton bit her lip and pulled back. Emma giggled then they did some PG-13 rated things. I stuck my head in Dan's chest while he covered his eyes and whispered. "If I don't see it, it's not real. If I don't see it, it's not real."

Ryder and Lindsay crawled — well, Ryder crawled... Lindsay sorta dragged herself — over to their parents legs and sat on their feet. Aww, smart kids!