You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground, I'll Be the Wings That Keep Your Heart in the Clouds, Mayday Parade. That is all.

Chloe POV

[Blackness]

Derek POV

…Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy freaking mother of shit holy shit on a sandwich holy tub o' I can't believe it's not shit shit shit shit…

Tori POV

Gag. Retch. Choke.

Simon POV

My eyes were deceiving me. If there was a merciful god somewhere, this could not be happening.

Kit immediately straightened up, as did Lauren, straightening her shirt. Both instantly turned beet red, and scooted away from the other as far as the couch would allow. Both were at a loss for words, evidenced by the blank looks. Their thoughts were visible on their faces as if they were painted there.

Oh.

Shit.

Derek was the first to break the spell of motionlessness. Exhaling audibly, green eyes flashing dangerously, he picked up his unconscious girlfriend and walked out of the room without looking back.

Tori was soon to do the same, still looking rather nauseous.

A moment later, I sighed. I looked at my father, who met my gaze with a small amount of shame. I switched to Lauren, and she just lowered her lids.

I turned on my heel and walked out. I went in to the other room and found Derek and Tori on the sofa, Chloe still being cradled by my brother, though she was awake now. Her eyes were stuck wide open, and her mouth was moving like she was saying something. Upon closer examination, it sounded something like, "Can't be true, can't be true, can't be true…"

"They're probably going to come in here in a few minutes to talk about this," I informed them, and got lethargic nods in return. They each stood, Chloe clinging to Derek as though she might burst in to tears at any moment. Fragile little thing, eh?

We headed out, crossing a couple streets and finally ending up in a small coffee shop. We took the sofas in a corner just as another group was getting up. For a moment we could only stare blankly at each other, nothing to say. Finally, I sighed loudly.

"That was single-handedly the most disturbing thing I have ever seen in my short life," I stated, and received 3 vigorous agreements.

"I'm surprised that they could act so immature," Tori then intoned.

"I'm surprised that they waited this long," Derek said. I looked at him curiously. He shrugged.

"I've noticed them making goo-goo eyes at each other for a while now. I was just wondering when it would happen "

"You knew and you didn't warn us?" Tori shrieked, attracting the attention of the barista working the counter closest to us. She looked over disapprovingly. I took that inopportune time to notice that she was kind of hot. The barista, I mean. Not Tori. Cuz that would be weird.

Derek, noticing my ogling, shook his head at me. I scowled at him. Then Derek answered Tori's question.

"I didn't think it would culminate in anything we'd end up seeing."

Chloe then spoke up for the first time.

"I don't think this needs to affect our pranking," she murmured. We all urged her to go on, curious about her reasoning.

"Well, I think they'll be expecting some form of repercussion on our part for their behavior. If we didn't, and instead we ignored them while we continued to prank each other, then they'd get paranoid and freak out each time they saw one of our groups planning. I think continued paranoia is worse torture than a one-stop-shot prank."

Three gaping fish looks. Chloe blushed and stammered something along the lines of taking it back, but Derek shook his head.

"Chloe, you are a goddamned evil genius. Where did you get that devious little brain of yours?" he exclaimed. Tori's reaction was simply a spreading grin, which was all the answer we needed.

"Good idea," I told her, beaming at her. She smiled back, brushing some hair behind her ear.

We then headed back in to the hotel. On the elevator ride up, I thought about how surprising our prank would be to Derek and Chloe. A prank so soon? They'd be petrified. When we reached the doors, Tori and I immediately went in to the girl's room, shutting the door behind us. Thankfully the horny ones had vacated it sometime during our absence.

We began working instantly, planning on getting the prank done as soon as possible, so we could move on to bigger and better things.

I Saran-wrapped the bathroom, getting the toilet and sink, and before sealing the door behind me, I set up my camera in the corner. I put it to the motion sensor setting, and hoped it'd get some good pictures. I came out to find that Tori had done the dresser drawers, the TV screen, and even the drinking glasses. I hi-fived her, grinning.

I told her to get her video camera out, and set it up from a vantage point in the corner. From that angle, it could get the entire room.

We then headed off to the guy's room, planning on staying there until the others decided to leave. Sometime soon, we hoped.

I unlocked the front door and walked in. I discovered that the room was empty, and shrugged. I walked over to the couch, deciding to wait for it in comfort. With it being the telltale screams of a surprised victim. Or two victims, if the prank went as planned. Or four, if we were just extraordinarily lucky bastards.

Tori took the other chair, sitting back and pulling out her phone. I reached over and grabbed the water bottle I had left on the table earlier, and chugged the rest, feeling thirsty. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

An hour of Jerry Springer later, there had still been no signs of our prank working. And I had to pee. Bad. I finally got up and headed over to the bathroom.

I knew something was up when I tried to walk in. Or rather, something was down. Me. Flat on my ass and wondering what the hell had just happened. I put a hand out and discovered that there was something covering the entrance to the loo. Something, thin… and plasticky… Oh jeez.

Saran-wrap.

How in the hell…?

Leaning over covertly, I observed Tori still sitting on the couch. She was filing her nails now. She looked up from them and saw me peeking out from behind the wall. Expression blank, she flipped me off. She then returned to her work. I slowly pulled myself back into hiding, thinking hard.

I had dozed off once during the wait, for about 15 minutes. Could my short nap have given her enough time to turn the tables on me? No way to be sure.

Still thinking hard, I peeled off the layers of plastic mechanically. Deep in thought, I lifted the lid of the toilet and unzipped. And discovered that I had forgotten how to use a mental tool called foresight.

"Dammit!" I yelled, jumping. And then realizing that that probably wasn't the best reaction. I examined my soaked jeans and the moisture pooling on the tile. I swore, looking around for a towel. I threw it on the floor to sop up the liquid while I gingerly peeled off the wrap from the toilet seat. I threw it in the trash and washed my hands. Thoroughly.

I stalked in to the main room, Tori looking at my soggy state and immediately cracking up.

"What'd you do, wet yourself?" she asked, cackling. I merely snarled unintelligibly, going to the dresser. I yanked open my pants drawer and tried to reach in, but found my hand blocked by a mysterious barrier.

I'll admit it. I lost my cool then. I yelled. Loudly.

Chloe POV

"I think we should leave," I told Derek. We were downstairs in the lobby, sitting on a couch, people-watching. Which we kind of did a lot of. I think it was because we enjoyed each others' presence when we didn't have to be rushing around and distracted by all the things that those who knew us were talking about or doing. Also, PDA's are a hell of a lot of fun.

I pulled Derek to his feet and we walked to the elevator. We went upstairs and decided to go the guys' room see if our prank had worked yet. But when we reached our floor, Derek paused, and then pushed me behind him, wolf instincts coming first. He appeared to be listening hard, his face twisted in confusion. And then something suddenly made sense to him. Grinning, he lifted me and sprinted at top speed to the door. He jammed the card in to the slot and opened it quietly. I heard hysterical yelling, but there were words to it, not like mindless panic would have sounded.

"-And you had no right, no right! I s-swore! You did too But no, swearing means nothing these days! What the hell was this supposed to accomplish? I just don't-"

Derek and I crept in to the room, but Simon didn't notice, continuing his rant. He was standing by a dresser, the front of his pants all wet, and Tori was rolling around on the couch, looking for all the world like she was seconds from dying by asphyxiation from laughter.

"You know what, here! I should have done this eons ago!" And with that, Simon marched off to the desk. He rifled around in the drawer like a madman for a minute before yanking out a copy of a cheap gossip magazine.

He then proceeded to rip it apart, tearing out pages and shredding them. When the publication had been pulverized, he threw the bits at Tori.

"There! We are through!" Breathing hard as though he had just run, biked, and swam a triathlon, Simon leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.

Confused, I turned to my right.

"What just happened?" I asked Derek quietly.

"I'm… not… really… sure…" he replied slowly.

"Your brother has lost his mind."

Tori

I paused in my laughter to consider something. However hilarious it was to watch Simon make a fool of himself (and regrettably, my camera was in use at the moment), one detail did not escape me. I obviously hadn't put up the Saran-wrap. Which left only one option.

Had Derek and Chloe actually had the same prank idea as us? And had they actually gotten us back before we got them twice? The answer was yes.

"Aw hell, Simon!" I yelled out, realizing what had happened. "Derek and Chloe are the ones who put up the wrap, they just had the same idea as us!"

Simon's jaw dropped open, and he looked pretty sheepish.

"Guess I played right in to that one, huh?"

It was Derek and Chloe's turn to ROFL, even though they probably could have done that before. Since it was their prank. Derek doubled over, hands on knees, and Chloe supported herself with one elbow on his back. Cue the hyena noises.

When they were finally done wiping the tears from their eyes, Derek noticed something.

"What did you mean, had the same idea as us?" Derek asked, eyes narrowing. Seeing no way out, I sighed.

"We put up Saran-wrap in the other room, too," I told him, and he crossed his arms, smirking.

"I suppose it was a good thing we came here first," he said to Chloe. Simon, now much calmer, paused, and opened his mouth.

"So all of us know about the prank, but the adults don't," he murmured, sentence trailing off. We all got it.

"Chloe, your idea may have to be revised, as opportunity has presented itself and it looks pretty damn irresistible," I told her, grinning like a maniac. She shrugged.

"This seems like a good idea too," she said, smiling. Simon clapped his hands.

"Alright, everything is already all set up over there, so now we just have to wait for them to come back. Anyone know where they are?"

Everyone exchanged blank looks and shrugs. He sighed.

"Waiting's fine, I just wanted to see some action."

Snickering, I told him, "Oh, trust me, we've all seen enough action to last a while." The other two burst in to gales of laughter while Simon, red-faced, stormed over to the dresser again and got out a clean pair of pants. He vacated the room, and the other two sat down. I sighed.

"So, uh, what do we do while we wait?" I asked, and received some shrugs.

"Anyone got some Mary-J?" I asked, and Chloe gasped. Derek glared at me menacingly.

"Jeez, I was just kidding! Can't make a joke around here," I muttered, getting up. I went over to the desk and rifled around, looking for something to do, someone's website to hack.

"So what are we gonna do for who knows how long?" Chloe asked.

"I know! How about we play… MONOPOLY!" Simon's ecstatic voice came through loud and clear as he marched in carrying the mint-green box. I groaned, Chloe looked up, and Derek shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Simon, how many times must I tell you, no one likes-"

"Everybody loves Monopoly!" he shouted, excited, and I wondered if someone did have some of the green leafy stuff after all.

"Simon, are you on drugs?" I asked him, going to sit on the couch. He frowned at me.

"No, why?"

"Just wondering."

He opened the box and spread the board on the table.

"Banker!" Chloe called, grabbing the money box.

"Alright, I'm always the dog," Derek murmured, grabbing the silver piece.

"Can I be property manager?" Simon asked, reaching for the compartment containing houses and hotels.

"What is with you people?" I asked, shaking my head. Really? But soon enough, everyone was immersed in the game.

Chloe sat on the far end of the couch, loaded. I was beginning to suspect that she stole from the bank. Because no way her orange and pink properties brought in that much revenue. And Derek kept letting her off on the rent because she threatened him with putting pictures of him eating the couch and being punished by Kit with the newspaper all over the internet. And a shame, because those were some pretty awesome pictures. The world deserved to laugh.

Derek was the property king. He had all the green and yellow properties, and hotels on half of them. He was also rich, obviously. The rent on those was like something out of a horror movie. He was something of a ruthless tyrant too, and I was beginning to regret ever having agreed to play with him. I blame his college course on Economics.

Simon was the jailbird. He couldn't stop rolling doubles, or landing on the "Do not pass go" square. Consequently, he had avoided a lot of the taxing rent charges. Also, despite the brotherly opposition, Derek still occasionally let him off on the rent charge, which, even with my loud protests, still went through.

Myself, I was in the poorhouse and sinking every turn. I landed on the third green square with the mega hotel cost\for the fourth time, and I fought to keep a shriek behind my teeth. I ignored Derek's confident smirk, and when he opened his mouth to announce the total, I held up my hand forcefully.

"I know the price," I snarled, and he held up his hands, faking innocence.

"Whoa, calm down Tori, it's just a game," he told me.

"Oh, just a game? Then you won't mind if I do THIS!"

With that, I flipped the game board over, sending pieces scattering everywhere.

"Hey!" two people shouted. Derek was on the floor, grabbing fistfuls of money, crying out.

"No! My empire! My fabulous domain!" He broke off, (fake?) sobbing in to an elbow. I shook my head.

"And I was the one taking the game too seriously." He shot me a dirty look, before his face went completely blank.

"What-"

"Shhh!" he hissed, looking towards the other room.

"They just got back. If you want a first hand look, go!"

Together, we all hurried as quietly as possible to the other room through the dividing door. What we found was that only Kit was back. Lauren was still AWOL.

We watched as he headed to the bathroom. He shut the door, and a moment later, we heard his trademark girly shriek. He came dashing out of the bathroom, still shrieking, and danced gingerly across the room, not noticing as we all ducked either behind the still open door or the nearby couch. His pants, like Simon's had been, were also soaked down the front. That's quite a rebound there.

He shot to the dresser, before remembering that this was the girl's room. But apparently desperate, as he believed that we were all still in the other room, he reached in before being stopped, again like Simon. He tossed away the plastic and pulled out Lauren's biggest pair of jeans. Without a second's hesitation, he slipped them on, struggling a bit to get the zipper up.

He then turned and saw all our shocked faces. There was a pause, in which you could literally hear everyone's silent, Oh shit. Yes, second time that day.

"Oh… my… God…" Simon said, before his knees gave out and he plopped on the ground, shell-shocked.

"Yeah, that about sums it up," I said, my voice betraying surprise through its shakiness.

No way to explain it away this time, Kit. This time, you're truly busted.

So… many… POV's! :P

So there you have it, part two of the "whatever the hell my brain can think of in a week or so" marathon… thing. Don't judge me!

Not what you hoped for. Whatever.

Unsatisfying and lame. What else is new?

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