So, sorry it has been like, forever since I updated but I honestly just wasn't sure how to write it. And then I forgot I owned this story. But then runnergirl24 reminded me. But I still didn't know where to go with it. So, I trust that you will all be angry after it being approximately a year since I have updated but I will try to power through this and give you an update at least once every 2-3 weeks(don't hold it to me though). So, here is a decently long chapter. I truly am sorry. :(

Disclaimer: I do not own 39 clues however I do own...

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I am sorry I can't finish that sentence and still be an honest person at the same time.

Jonah's POV

So, Natalie decided to collapse in my shoulder like, bro, what is her deal? She couldn't wait two seconds to open her door until she crashed? I didn't want some chick to drool all over da Wiz so I picked her up and carried her into her room. I practically chucked her into her bed and ran out. After I closed the door, I wiped my hands all over the wall right next to me. Who knows? I could catch some of her "proper" or even some of her "kabra"

I headed in the direction I was originally going. To the refrigerator. What? Da Wiz gotta eat too.

But I saw the weirdest thing. Dan was half awake on the couch. He looked like he was thinking of something. I didn't care what though. I just wanted my bacon.

Wait, didn't Natalie come from this way? Bro... No way!

Dan saw me and got up. As he started walking I walked over to him.

"Swag bro." Dan looked at me with this face that clearly said 'I love you Jonah I am your biggest fan and by the way I am dating Natalie Kabra I love you!' or something like that.

"What?" he asked confusedly.

"You and the Kabra chick! It's okay, I won't tell."

"She's not...I mean, Natalie? Eew! In fact, I'd rather date a Ewe than Natalie!" he yelled and stormed off.

He was all up in my space.

What the heck is a Ewe?

Dan's POV

So I am sitting in my own little world trying to figure out what the heck just happened. We were practically cuddling. That is just gross. Cuddling. That is the worst word on the planet. It even sounds like a world-dominating monster. She looked so peaceful though...

Oh shut up Dan. Your a ninja! Ninjas end up with swords not...not females.

I saw Jonah and decided to go to sleep in an actual bed. As I got up though Jonah turned toward me.

"Swag bro." He said. I looked at him with a face that clearly said ' What the heck is that supposed to mean?' That wasn't even gangster, it was kinda stupid.

"What?" I asked.

"You and the Kabra chick! It's okay, I won't tell"

"She's not..." I stopped myself. I was about to say that she wasn't just some chick but then it would be impossible to deny that I like her. Which I don't so...

"I mean, Natalie? Eew! In fact, I'd rather date a Ewe than Natalie!" I yelled. Then I headed back to my room.

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I can't believe I just said 'Ewe.' I am spending way too much time around Amy and her nerdy boyfriend.

Evans POV:

I was still trying to contact Number One. After the incident with Hamilton I wanted to be safe. Dan was sleeping on the couch and so was Natalie. Everyone else was in their beds. Suddenly I heard the floorboards creak and I quickly hid my phone under the covers and let my head hit the pillow. I closed my eyes. Yes, I am a master of disguise.

I barely opened my left eye and saw it was Dan who had entered the room so suddenly. I knew now that it wouldn't be safe to contact Number One anymore so I simply let myself sleep and wander in beautiful dreams of Vesper domination.

Morning time!

Amy's POV

The minute the sun shot up so did I. That is the thing about me, I always get up early in order to get Dan around for school. Unfortunately, I seem to have forgot we are on vacation so my habit didn't break. I decided to sit in bed for another 20 minutes. That's when I realized there was no point and that I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I stood up and walked down to the kitchen. I thought I smelled food and, let me tell you, food is something I enjoy. Especially when Evan or Nellie make it.

"Hey Amy," I heard a voice from the kitchen. I did a double take. It was Ian.

"Um...hey...no offense or anything but what are you doing up? And cooking? I thought insanely rich people had personal chefs and stuff," I replied. This was so out of character for me. To be all sarcastic and tough. It felt good, like I was in power. Like I was strong.

"I do, but the food smelled so good that I came in here to take some while they were out. It tastes good. Want some?" he asked, holding out a strip of bacon. I looked at it curiously.

"You take a bite first," I said. He looked at me curiously. I gave him a look as if to say 'how else can I find out if you poisoned it?'. Well that was the intended affect. But with me not being used to ll of this 'not shy' stuff it came out as a grimace.

He took a bite of the bacon. Then he chewed and swallowed, "Honestly Amy that face is not attractive." I blushed, my face heating up. I suddenly remembered the bacon. Well, he hasn't dropped dead. I hesitantly grabbed the bacon out of his hand, waiting to see if there was a delayed reaction but, seeing as there was none, I shoved the rest of it in my mouth.

"That is disgusting. Sure I've seen worse coming from your brother but still..." he trailed off.

"Leave my brother and his insanely odd eating habits alone Ian," I said.

"Whatever."

"This bacon doesn't taste right," she said and hopped onto the counter top.

"What do you mean? Actually these are the most expensive bacon strips you can buy," he said very matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes.

"Doesn't make it any better. What matters is how it is cooked, and where it is cooked. But mostly how it is cooked. Here let me try," I said. I grabbed a couple bacon strips and put them in the pan. They sizzled. We sat in awkward silence for a while, I kept on checking the bacon but it just wouldn't cook so I turned up the stove to all the way and then added a tad bit more oil. Well, that was the original intent but I added a bit too much so the stove caught on fire.

Yeah, probably the only person in history to light a stove on fire. It is a freaking stove. It isn't supposed to be flammable! And I just stood there like an idiot while Ian ran and grabbed a cup of water and tried to set it out, but it just kept burning. Then, the fire reached the cloth potholder sitting on the other end of the pan and the stove practically blew up. I ducked for cover behind a small island in the middle of the room and watched as Ian grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed it. Of course, he has probably never in his life used one of those before, explaining why he sprayed it in his face first. When he finally got the fire out, a small crowd had gathered around the kitchen. I looked back at Ian and suddenly I felt arms wrap around me, hugging me tightly. I smiled as I let myself relax in Evan's arms.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, concerned. Cue mental "awww".

"No, I'm fine. I'm a Cahill for Pete's sake," I smiled warmly up at him and he returned the gesture before hugging me again.

"If you are ok then I would really appreciate it if you could stop assaulting my eyes with all of your nerd PDA," Dan groggily stated.

I blushed and stood up.

"Anyone up for McDonald's?" Hamilton asked. I must say the look on Ian's face was beautiful after that comment.

Ian's POV

What in the world? Why is the stove on fire? Is she really that bad of a chef? All you had to do was add a tad more oil and turn the heat up to medium. A whole bottle of canola oil was not necessary. And what's more is she is just standing there. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it up with cold water, and threw it over the blaze, but to no avail. I think I remembered a fire extinguisher somewhere in the foyer so I ran and grabbed it. I then heard a pop come from the kitchen, but what really sent me sprinting was the scream that followed. When I heard her voice, something inside me just snapped as I raced into the room. I then came to a stunning realization.

I had no idea how to work a fire extinguisher.

I almost got it the first time, but it sprayed in my face.

My face covered in who knows what, I sprayed the fire out and looked around to see a large crowd of people gathered around. Most looking quite cranky as we had probably awoken them when they wished least to be disturbed.

Amy looked into my eyes for a moment, just one second, before Adam ran over to her.

"Are you hurt?" he asked her. Her face softened and I looked away in disgust. But then I looked back. I have no will power.

"No, I'm fine. I'm a Cahill for Pete's sake," and she smiled a smile that was very special. One filled with love and affection. One that used to be reserved for me. I felt sick as I watched them hug once more. I'm pretty sure Nellie was eyeing my reaction but I was too enticed in their embrace to notice.

I am sure he is a Vesper. He is just taking advantage of her I know it.

"If you are ok then I would really appreciate it if you could stop assaulting my eyes with all of your nerd PDA," Dan groggily stated. I mentally thanked him, and then scratched out my mental thanks because there is no way I would be grateful towards him, even mentally.

What was worse was she blushed.

"Anyone up for McDonald's?" Hamilton's voice snapped me out of wherever my mind was, but left me with a disgusted face. Then I saw Dan go down in laughter.

"Bro what happened to your face?" he was referring to my white foamy face.

"I want to show Natalie and Ian what an Egg McMuffin is so I am all for it," Sinead chuckled. I was outvoted and was probably going to end up getting dragged anyways, so I ran upstairs as to wash my face.

I heard a knock and in entered Nellie.

"What? I understand already. McDonald's will be an 'enlightening' experience for me," I sneered.

"Just letting you know that if you love her so much, you need to fight for her," Nellie said. I was caught off guard by two things. One, the fact that she had just said I was in love with Amy, and secondly that something so intelligent that it required more than a third-grade level of education just came out of her mouth and what was even crazier, she was being responsible.

Did I really love Amy? No way. She was a Cahill. She was...unproper and...and to wild and free and yet so burdened with the world, with everything on her shoulders. It always caused this little crease in her brow whenever she was really thinking and...

Sidetracked.

No way he loved her. No way.

Nellie's POV:

For once in her life, I felt responsible and helpful as I walked out of the room. I saw the way Ian looked at Amy. I felt like I was doing something good.

That and I needed to fulfill my "childish" need to "meddle in every love affair I possible can"

I AM NOT CHILDISH FISKE!