YES! I updated quickly this time!! WHOO!!!! (cheers)

Ah, this chapter came out better than I expected... although sorry if Zora is a little OOC there, it's hard for me to write about her. ^^"

Anywho, thanks to DrowningxInxSapphire for pointing out some mistakes I've been making. I never noticed them before, so sorry 'bout that! But I think I fixed it. It think. If I didn't just tell me. :D This chappie is dedicated to you!

Ok, enjoy guys!

Bella's POV

Ok, so I'm not sure why this idea didn't occur to me earlier. I mean, there I was in the cafeteria, getting some frozen yogurt, when my mind started to wander. For some reason I started to think about pie, which made me think about that closet I'd bumped into.

And that's when it hit me. I could lock Sonny and Chad in the closet together! Yeah! I could leave them in there for I dunno how long, and by the time I get them out they'd probably be gushing over each other. Or, better yet, making out. Awwhh, that would be so adorable!

Yup. I was a total genius. I mean, it was the perfect plan. Then I realized there was one little flaw:

I don't have the key to the janitor's closet.

While I was trying to figure out what to do, I felt something on my hand. I looked down and saw that fro-yo was dripping down all over my arm. (Apparently I'd forgotten to stop pushing the button that made the yogurt come out of the machine. Guess I'm not that big of a genius after all...) Grabbing a paper towel, I wiped off the yogurt, then picked up the tray of fro-yo and walked out of the cafeteria, thinking hard.

There had to be a way to get the key. The janitor probably had it. I could ask to borrow it.

Then again, if I were a janitor and a complete and total stranger walked up to me asking to use the key for my closet, I would probably say no and tell them to get the heck away from me.

So that probably wouldn't work.

Another burst of inspiration came to me at that moment. Besides the janitor, there was only one person I could think of who might have the closet key.

Zora. Duh.

Of course, how would I explain why I needed the key? I can't go around telling people about my super secret mission. And anyhow, I didn't know where her dressing room was. More flaws to my otherwise brilliant plan.

That was when I bumped into Sonny, and she told me that Zora's dressing room was the vents. (I totally thought she was joking, but apparently she wasn't... then again, I'm not really surprised. Zora seems like the kind of person who would hang out in vents.) I gave my tray of fro-yo to Sonny, then ran off to find a vent. I managed to find one, then rushed back to the prop house to get a ladder, since it was way too high for me to reach.

Which is why I was now standing on a ladder, peering into a vent and feeling extremely stupid.

I didn't have a clue what I was doing, but I decided I should do the polite think and knock. So I rapped against the wall with my knuckles. "Um, Zora? Are you there?" I whisper-yelled. I glanced down below, checking to make sure that no one was coming. If it turned out that Zora wasn't in there, I didn't want anyone to see me chatting with a wall.

"Zora?" I repeated.

I was beginning to think that I should come back another time when suddenly the vent opened, and Zora's face looked down at me. "Thanks for knocking."

"GAH!" I nearly fell off the ladder in shock when she popped out, but I managed to stay on. "Zora! Oh my gosh, thank goodness you're here, I thought I was going to have to come back and - "

"Do you need something?" Zora cut me off.

Oh, right. "Um, yeah, but we have to talk in private."

Zora sighed. "Ok, follow me." She turned and crawled deeper into the vents, then looked back when she noticed I wasn't following. "You coming??"

I frowned. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Zora, but I don't think I can fit in there..." Seriously, the vents looked freakishly small from my point of view.

Zora rolled her eyes. "You want to talk or not? Come on, woman, I don't have all day."

Well, I really needed that key... "Fine. But if I get stuck in there it'll be on your conscience." I sucked in my breath and clambered into the vents carefully, afraid that I would fall down to the ground below and break my neck or something. Zora scowled at me impatiently. "Hurry up!"

I obeyed and quickly scrambled in. Once in there, I blinked. "Hey, this place is actually kind of roomy. And comfortable..."

Zora interrupted again. "Look, what is it you want? I'm kinda busy trying to get my soda fountain to work."

"Oh, ok. Wait, you have a soda fountain in the vents?"

"Yup." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I shouldn't be surprised at that. I really shouldn't.

I took a deep breath. I'd been thinking about casually asking if she had the key to the janitor's closet, and if she asked why I wanted it then I would say I needed to get a mop. Then I could go on my way, and she could go work on her soda fountain.

But what popped out of my mouth was very different from what I'd been planning to start off with. "I'm going to lock Sonny and Chad in a janitor's closet." Then I realized what I'd just said and clamped my hand over my mouth. But Zora had already heard. She blinked at me, then shook her head. Surprisingly, she didn't look that shocked. "Ok. Is that it?"

"Welllll..." I said, drawing out the word. "It's locked, and I kinda need the key..."

Before I could finish explaining, Zora took a tiny, copper colored key out of her pocket and held it out to me. "Well, you came to the right place," she said smugly. "I stole it from the janitor. Pickpocketing's my thing right now."

I grabbed the key. "Oh. That's nice to know. Well, if you don't mind, I'll just take the key and goooooo..." My voice trailed off as another fantastic idea struck me. (Where am I coming up with all these ideas??) "Hey, Zora, maybe you can help me!" I exclaimed, smiling in delight.

She folded her arms. "Well, I don't really feel like asking you why you're doing this... but I guess I can help you anyway. Still, my help will come with a price."

My smile slid off my face. "A price?"

She nodded solemnly.

"...How about I just let you wear black?"

Zora perked up and grinned evily. "Awesome! It's a deal!"

I promptly began to tell her the details. "All right, here's what we'll do..."

Sonny's POV

"Zora, where are we going?" I asked the eleven year old who was currently dragging me down the hallway. I'd been in my dressing room when Zora had come walking in, wearing a completely black outfit and carrying a net. She sat down on the couch and sighed sadly for about eight seconds before I finally turned and asked her what she needed. Then she told me that she needed me to aid her on some... mission. Or something. I'd said I would help, but... well, something had felt wrong... I couldn't quite put my finger on it...

Anywho, back to what I was saying.

Zora frowned at me. "I already told you. Weren't you listening?"

"Um...no."

Zora muttered something, then said, "I heard a rumor that there are some evil packrats in the janitor's closet. If it's true, I'm going to try and capture them, tame them, and raise them as my pets!"

Oh. Well, that explained the net.

And what's a packrat?

"So, uh, why do you need me?"

"Because these are evil packrats we're dealing with," Zora said seriously. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she yelled, "EVIL, I TELL YOU!!" I jumped, a little alarmed, but then Zora's face became calm again. She continued in a solemn tone, "They could rip a kid like me to shreds. So I needed someone to come along and help me."

"...Ok, then." A little alarm was going off in my head as she told me this, but I ignored it. Zora did things like this all the time. It wasn't unusual.

After a few minutes of walking, Zora stopped at a door, which I recognized as the one Bella had bumped into earlier. "Now what?" I asked loudly. Zora hissed, "SSHHH!!"

When I stared at her, she whispered, "If you talk too loudly, you'll freak them out! Now keep quiet while I check to see if they're in there." She pressed her ear to the door and listened. Then she straightened up, looking satisfied. "I hear breathing. They're in there."

I frowned. "So what do we do?" I whispered back.

"Well, I'm going to stay here while you go in there and get the packrats."

"What!?" I gawked at her. "That's totally unfair!"

"No, it isn't."

"It was your idea, you should go in there!"

"You wanted to help, this is how you can help."

"But - But - "I stuttered.

She grinned at me. "All right then!" She pushed the net into my hands, then took out a key from her pocket, unlocked the door, and quickly pushed me in before I could do anything. "See ya, Sonny!"

Then the door closed, and I heard the lock click.

My eyes widened, and I started to pound against the door. "Hey, wait, Zora, what're you doing? You can't lock me in here!!"

No answer.

I stopped pounding on the door and looked around the closet. Everything was dark, and I could barely see. All I knew was that I was in a really tight, enclosed space. I didn't have much room, and it didn't help that there were probably brooms and mops and stuff in here too. I sighed.

I'm wasn't sure why Zora locked me in here. Either it had something to do with the packrats or maybe this was all just a prank.

But why would Zora prank me? We're castmates!

And then I forgot what I was thinking about, because suddenly I heard something behind me. I clutched the net in my hands, suddenly feeling scared. Maybe there really were evil packrats (whatever those are) in here. I backed deeper into the closet and bumped into something warm. Without thinking, I turned and hit whatever the warm thing was with the net.

"OW!" said the thing.

Huh. Can packrats talk?

Speaking of which, that voice sounded really familiar...

I gasped and dropped the net. "Chad?"

"Thanks for hitting me, Sonny. It made my day," he replied in a sarcastic voice.

I winced. "Sorry about that. I thought you were an evil packrat."

"A what?"

"Never mind." My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light, and now I could see Chad in front of me, rubbing his head where I had hit him. I smiled a bit, then I raised my eyebrows. "What're you doing in here, anyway?"

Still rubbing his head, he admitted, "I heard a camera clicking."

"...So?"

He scoffed at me. "Well, anybody taking pictures would just love a photo with Chad Dylan Cooper. So I followed the sound of the camera here, and someone locked me in." He stopped talking when he noticed that I was giggling. "It's not funny," he growled.

"Yes, it is!" I laughed, clutching my sides. "I can't believe you followed the sound of a camera!"

"I can't believe you thought I was an evil packrat," he shot back.

I stopped laughing and frowned at him.

He smirked. "Ha."

I swiftly changed the subject. "Didn't you try getting out of here?"

"Of course I did," he scoffed. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"Are you sure about that, Chad?" I mumbled.

He glowered at me. "Anyway, someone will come get us out of here. One of my fans, most likely. They always come to me in my time of need," he added dramatically.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Right. While we wait for your subjects, how about we do something to pass the time?"

"Like what?"

...That was a very good question, Cooper.

We sat next to each other in silence as I thought about it. After a while I became uncomfortably aware of how close I was sitting next to him. It was way to close for my liking. I scooted over a bit. Unfortunately, he noticed and scootched closer. I glared at him and he grinned back in that annoying cocky way of his.

Urgh. He's trying to push my buttons again.

I hate it when he does that.

I forced myself to stop thinking of that and tried to focus on how to pass the time. I was coming up with a blank so far.

Then I perked up. "Ooh, let's play rock, paper, scissors!"

He looked at me as though I was crazy. "Sonny, we're in a closet."

I shrugged. "What's your point?"

"First of all, it's a kid's game. Second, I don't play kid's games when I'm in closets."

I frowned. He was such a party pooper. "Aw, come on, Chad!"

"No."

"...Please?" I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

"Not in a million years."

I grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Pretty please with ice cream and banana sprinkles on top??"

He raised his eyebrows. "Ice cream and what?"

Ignoring his comment, I pouted and folded my arms across my chest. "I'll bet you're scared that I'll beat you."

"Am not."

I slowly began to smile. "Oh, yes, you are."

Chad narrowed his eyes. "I'm not scared of you beating me!"

"Prove it!"

"I don't have to! I'm Chad Dylan Cooper, and I don't have to prove anything. Besides, you will never, ever, get me to play rock, paper, scissors with you!"

Sixteen Minutes Later...

"Ha! My scissors beat your paper!" I yelled triumphantly, pumping my fist in the air.

Chad glared daggers at the floor. "I can't believe you made us play rock, paper, scissors."

I smirked at him. "Well, I knew you'd crack eventually."

"You cheated, though!" he protested, pointing at me accusingly. "You kept making those chicken noises, and you knew it would make me play!"

I nodded smugly. "Yup. And I was right, wasn't I?"

He continued to glower at me.

I laughed and bumped his arm playfully with my hand, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, cheer up. I mean, it's not like there's anything better to do in here."

He didn't say anything. But then he grinned. "Oh, I think I can think of something..."

The little alarm in my head finally started to go off. "Um, what do you mean?"

"Weeelll," he said slowly. "You remember when I guest starred on Chuckle City?"

"Uh huh." I wasn't quite sure where this conversation was headed.

"And do you remember when you said you wouldn't kiss me for real until pigs fly?" he went on, his grin widening. "Well, Sonny, the pig flew."

WHAT?!

"Wha - ? Pfft!" I waved my hand, trying to pretend that it was nothing, although my heart was starting to beat really, really fast for some reason I don't know of. "The pig didn't fly, it bounced on a trampoline! And I never said that."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"...Didn't."

"Did."

"Ha!" His grin widened even more, if that was possible. "You admit it!"

How dare he use my own thing against me? I scoffed. "That doesn't count."

"Yes, it does, because you really did say that. Meaning you owe me a kiss."

"I will never kiss you," I argued, glaring ferociously at him.

"Sonny, we're in a locked closet," he reminded me. "It's not like you have a choice."

Darn. That was a good point.

He started to lean forward. I could feel my resolve weakening. "But - "

He put a finger against my lips. "Shh. The time for talking is over."

I made the mistake of looking into his deep, ocean blue eyes and practically melted. Without even thinking about it, I began to move my face towards him, completely forgetting about everything except the fact that he was getting closer by the second...

And then the closet door opened.

Ooooohhh... cliffie.