Omg I started writing this new Percy Jackson fanfic... And i love it :3 so much. I might post it on here if I don't completely mess it up...

Anyways... School sucks. I got in so much trouble today because me and this guy were scraping at his desk with our scissors, and then we made this big pile of white powder from the desk and he was like,

"Hey, we just made cocaine"

Then I laughed and was like,

"We're the suppliers!"

Then he was like,

"I dare you to snort some"

And I was like,

"Dude, you are so f*cked up!"

Then my teacher was all,

"I'm sorry we have to stop the presentation because M/A & H/A aren't using appropriate language. M/A, switch desks with So-And-So, now!"

Ughh. Now I absolutely hate where I sit in class too.

DISCLAIMER; TooBusyBeingAnAwkoTaco does not own The 39 Clues and all that jazz.


About two days later, I got my surprise.

Everybody was in the living room playing Sorry. Teams;

Me, Jonah, Caleb

Dan, Atticus, Sinead

Amy, Ian, Evan

Emma, Hamilton, Jake

This was one of the very few times Barbie wasn't with us.

And believe it or not, Sorry is a really hardcore game with Cahill's. Last time we played I didn't really describe it to you, but this time I am.

"The f*ck was that?" I screamed.

"I moved my f*cking piece. Calm the f*ck down." Jake retorted.

"No, dude, that was too many spaces." Jonah reasoned.

"F*ck you! The card said 8, I moved 8 spaces."

"No, you moved 9 spaces." Evan explained, moving Jake's piece back one.

Jake just pushed it forward again. "No, that was 8, smart ass. Go to counting school."

"You can go to counting school, numb nuts." Sinead pulled the piece back again.

"For God's sake..." Amy trailed off angrily. "Just leave the damn piece alone!"

"No!" Sinead exploded.

"Guys, just play the freaking game!" Emma yelled.

She picked up her card and cursed under her breath. "One? F*ck my luck."

"That rhymes."

"Shut up, Lindsay!" Ian yelled, swinging his casted arm at me.

I dodged. "Calm down."

"I am not moving one space." Emma shrieked. "I can pick up two cards, right? I'm disabled right now."

"Disabled? You're pregnant, genius." Hamilton said.

Emma scowled. "Exactly. So I have the right to pick up two cards."

Emma leaned over and was about to pick up another card, but Atticus slapped her hand away.

"No! Just move one space! It's my turn now!"

Emma shoved his hand away. "I get a second card."

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do!"

Then it was full out terror house. Everybody was screaming at one another, ready to tear the other person to shreds.

Caleb tapped my shoulder. "Nice family you got there."

I smiled. "Thanks."

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Everybody stopped talking at once. The whole room fell into a creepy silence.

Dan hopped up. "That might be Molly—"

"Sit the f*ck down, I'm expecting a delivery." I shouted, standing up.

Dan glared at me hard before sitting back down.

Emma raised her eyebrows. "A delivery? From who?"

"A mailman."

I walked out of the living room. At the front door, I took a deep breath and swung the huge oak door open.

My jaw was literally on the floor. "Hunter!"

He grinned his charming smile and enveloped me in a hug. "Hey, Lindsay."

I squeezed him tight. "Gods, I've missed you!"

"What about me?"

The stupid blonde jerk came up from behind Hunter. I hugged him too.

"Brett!" I shrieked.

"That's my name." Brett smirked and pulled away. "What happened to your arm?"

I sighed. "British jerk. What brings you guys here?"

"Came for a visit. Well, actually our school had this fundraiser and our class came to Boston for a trip. We're staying at a hotel for a week, and we have the first two days for free time. Thought we'd stop by." Hunter explained.

I grinned. "Cool. Care to meet the rest of us?"

"Er... Don't know if I want to." Hunter decided.

"Nobody wants to. But you're here now."

Brett furrowed his brows. "You don't happen to have a twin sister do you?"

"No. Why?"

"Just making sure. 'Cause I don't really feel like getting kneed in the sack today."

"Yeah. K. Come on."

I led them to the living room, my stomach doing flips. I honestly didn't think they'd show up here. But this is definitely a great surprise!

"Guys," I said at the doorway. Everybody turned their attention towards the boys beside me. Not me. Thanks. "This is Hunter and Brett."

Dan hopped up "Guys, have you been on LindDanBreHunt city lately?"

"Yes!" Brett Beaty screamed. "And, uh, Lindsay's party room got over flowed with lava."

"What?!" I shrieked, instantly picking up my iPad from the couch.

"So who are these guys?" Emma questioned. "And why are you and Dan the only people that know them?"

"We met them in Canada."

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"CAnAdA."

"Piss off."

"So... You're just friends?" Caleb asked cautiously.

"Just friends." I clarified, smiling at him.

Hunter raised his eyebrows. "What's up with you Josh Ramsay?"

My smile dropped. "Caleb. His name is Caleb."

"Jeez, sorry."

"And he's my boyfriend."

Hunter's and Brett's expressions were priceless. "What?!"

"I broke up with her... A week ago." Dan mumbled.

"And now I'm dating Caleb."

"Told you she was a prostitute." Brett whispered to Hunter. Hunter was about to hand over ten bucks to Brett but I kicked both of them in the shins and took the money to myself.

"I am not a prostitute!"

All my other asshole relatives burst out laughing.

"Yeah, and for the record, I have a girlfriend too." Dan clarified. "Molly."

"Barbie." I coughed.

Dan glared at me. "Seriously, Lindsay, stop! Molly really doesn't like when you call her that!"

"Well I don't like it when she calls me a suicidal freak!" I retorted.

"Well you are suicidal—"

"Dan!"

"It's true! You tried to commit suicide twice Lindsay!"

"So? The first time I was eleven! Eleven year olds aren't very smart!"

Atticus scowled.

"No offense, Att. We all know you're the smartest person in this room."

Atticus smiled

"And the second time was for a reason!" I finished.

Dan folded his arms across his chest. "What was the reason?"

I breathed heavily. God, I haven't been this mad since... Since...

"You!" I screamed. This took Dan back a little. "You, Dan! You got that stupid note from Barbie—" Emphasis on Barbie. "—and I knew you cheated on me!"

"Well you cheated on me too!" Dan yelled. I frowned. Who the hell told him? "What, you didn't think the mansion has security cameras?"

"Well you cheated first!"

"She kissed me, Lindsay!"

"And he kissed me!"

"Oh." Dan whispered, slumping back in his seat.

Everybody else stayed silent. Jeez, I hate awkward moments. Like, seriously, HATE them. I jut get this weird feeling inside me that makes me want to run and die in a hole.

So instead of dying, I just stormed out of the room, ripping off my sling and smashing it on the ground.

I ran up the stairs and slammed by bedroom door closed. My shoulder was aching from not being rested on the sling.

I slid down the door until I sitting down. I brought my knees up to my chest, rested my chin on my knees, and wrapped my good arm around my legs.

God, I'm such a spaz. Normal people would've stayed downstairs, ignored Dan, and continued to play Sorry. But no. I just had to have a freaking seizure, spaz out, and run upstairs. I hope Hunter and Brett don't blame themselves of this.

Oh gods... Hunter and Brett... Eh, they'll live. They'll probably end up leaving the mansion anyways.

I stood up and laid down on my bed, listening to nothing in particular.

Ugh, I was furious with Dan! Not your normal 'furious', but like 'Lindsay furious'. And only somebody extremely brave can handle me when I'm 'Lindsay furious'.

No, foolish stereotypical readers, I'm not going to try to commit suicide again. If freaking Barbie calls me suicidal, and Dan thinks so too, and probably everybody else that ever knew me thinks that too, then that probably means if I do it again they won't talk to me ever again, I'll be shipped back to Hollywood, where my own brother, aunt and uncle will shun me for life along with everybody at the mansion.

So, yeah. I'm not committing suicide again.

I heard a knock on my door. "Lindsay?"

I rubbed my face, stood up, and peered out the door. I saw Caleb, Hunter and Brett standing there. No Dan again. For any of you DanSay shippers out there, there is a very slim chance of Dan and I getting back together after this.

"What?" I snapped, my voice cracking a little.

"We came to talk." Hunter said softly.

After a moments hesitation, I opened the door wider. "Come in."

Hunter and Brett decided to take the bean bag chairs — typical. Caleb sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat down beside him.

"Question," Brett started, who had already found my food stash and was hoarding down a bag of Lays. That's a disgrace to Ruffles. "Dan said you committed suicide twice."

"That's not a question." I mumbled.

Brett swallowed. "I meant is that true?"

"Yeah." I mumbled, kind of sheepishly.

"Is that why you were at the hospital last week?" Caleb asked, meeting my eyes.

Hunter sat bolt upright. "This was recently?"

"Yeah." I muttered. "All because of Dan."

"Does he still have that special place in your heart?" Caleb murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

"No. That's long gone." I whispered back.

Caleb nodded mutely.

"So, um, you also tried to... Uh, yeah... When you were eleven?" Hunter pressed

I nodded again. "That was because I was all stressed out about my parents death, and all these new people in my life..." I trailed off, hopping they got the idea.

"It's so weird, seeing you so emotional like this." Brett told me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because the first time I saw you, you nearly put me in a hospital." Brett explained. I smiled faintly. "And now you're crying."

"I guess it's kinda weird..." I mumbled. I fell on my back and rested my head on my pillow. Hunter, Brett and Caleb stood up.

"We'll see you later." Brett told me.

Caleb kissed my forehead. "You're way out of his league."

I grinned and grabbed his neck, crashing my lips onto his. He is the best boyfriend ever. Dan is, like, a big pile of horse crap to me. Stinky, dirty, pointless, and unwanted.

Caleb kissed me back, making my heart beat increase.

Hunter and Brett walked out awkwardly. "Uh, yeah. K. Bye."

Caleb pulled away out of breath. "Feel better."

He kissed me again and stepped out the door.

So then I basically stared at the ceiling for half an hour. I had pulled out my iPod and listened to my playlist titled 'Sad'. The songs on that playlist are;

21 by Adele

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by Secret Sisters

Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift

Way to Blue by Nick Drake

Last Kiss by Pearl Jam

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers

Back to Back by Amy Winehouse

Yesterday by Beetles

With You by Kait Weston

Friend of a Friend by Foo Fighters

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life by Green Day

Ben by Michael Jackson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Nothing Compares to You by Sinead O'Connor

Mad World by Gary Jewels

Breathe Me by Sia

I'm in Here - Sia

My December by Linkin Park

Don't Panic by Coldplay

Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis

Moments by One Direction

Breathe by Anna Nalik

I absolutely love the last song. And actually, my psychologist told me to paint or to sing(because apparently I have an amazing voice. Damn Janus serum.). I took piano lessons for about four months, learned two songs, and quit.

I stood up and walked over to my dresser. I picked up the map Dan had drawn me after that tour he gave me. I sighed. Stupid memories...

I'm pretty sure there's a music room in the mansion. I read over some words to myself and spotted a huge room with 'MUSIC (DON'T WORRY NOBODY EVERY GOES IN THERE)' written on it. I shook my head, and following the map, went up to the music room.

I stepped inside and all I saw were instruments. Gods, like everything. Pianos, guitars, saxophones, tubas, flutes, there was even a freaking triangle!

I sat down at stared at the dusty piano keys. Jeez, I guess nobody actually does go in there.

Despite my aching shoulder pleading me to stop, I played Breathe by Anna Nalik on the piano, singing along as I went.

"2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,

"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,

I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"

Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes

Like they have any right at all to criticize,

Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table

No one can find the rewind button, girl.

So cradle your head in your hands

And breathe... just breathe,

Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss

"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,

"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."

Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,

Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.

No one can find the rewind button, boys,

So cradle your head in your hands,

And breathe... just breathe,

Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,

You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out

And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again

If you'd only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song

If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,

Threatening the life it belongs to

And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd

Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud

And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table

No one can find the rewind button now

Sing it if you understand.

and breathe, just breathe

woah breathe, just breathe,

Oh breathe, just breathe,

Oh breathe, just breathe."

I stared at the piano, out of breathe. I love that song so much, but the words fit my situation perfectly I almost ran upstairs and cried for the rest of my night. Except that jackass appeared at the door. Gods, cliché much?

"Wow, Lindsay—"

"Save it, Dan!" I snapped, glaring at him. "I'm still pissed off at you."

He walked over, with his arms folded across his chest. Dan sat down beside me on the bench.

"I just came to say sorry." Dan told me. I kept my eyes on the piano, but he was staring at my face, daring me to glance over. Good thing I can hold a grudge.

"Your apology is accepted, but I am never going to look at you the same way ever again." I told him, finagling glancing up.

He nodded. "I understand. Just thought I'd let you know."

I nodded. "Dan... Why did you cheat on me? Honestly."

"I... Amy made me go back to school. Molly took a certain liking in me, showed me around even though I've been going there since kindergarten. We were alone outside working on homework together when she leaned in and kissed me. I jumped up, told her I didn't feel the same way, and ran." Dan explained.

"So why are you dating her now?"

"Two reasons; because she's smart and she likes doing homework. And two... To make you jealous."

I felt a pang in my chest. So much for horse crap.

"Wait..." I shook my head, completely confused. "You broke up with me. Why would you be trying to make me jealous?"

"I was angry. Spur of the moment. I regret every single second of it. And... I want you back, Lindsay. A lot." Dan told me.

"You're dating Molly—"

Dan pulled out his phone, tapped a few things, and showed me some old texts from about half an hour ago.

Dan; I have sumthing 2 tel u...

Molly; yeah?

D; I... I'm breaking up with you

M; Uh...

D; im sorry. You just aren't that amazing. And Lindsay was right. You do cake your face with makeup and dress like a stripper.

M; :0 thanks, Dan. I thought u were special

D; well u thought wrong

M; we're over!

D; yeah, I kinda said that

M; ugh!

The contact you were texting has turned their device off.

I gazed up at Dan. "Wow... That's... Very, very unlike you."

"So...?"

"Dan..." I looked up into his green eyes an found myself moving my face closer to his.

Dan was about a centimeter away from me, and I froze.

"Wait, nope," I stood up and started towards the door. "I like Caleb. Cheating is wrong. I am not going down that road again."

And with that dramatic turn of events (yeah, k,) I left the room.