LUNA'S POV

At Sam's house that afternoon, I'm seated on my girlfriend's bed, watching as Sam tunes her pink electric guitar. The room is silent, save for the faint "twangs" coming from Sam's instrument.

"Ok… I think I'm ready." Sam murmurs moments later. I watch as she rises, plugging her guitar into an amp.

"Just start from the top, sunshine." I instruct, earning a faint blush and a nod from Sam. Prepping herself with an exhale, the electric guitar accompanies Sam as she sings. To say the least, her performance is rather stunning. The music coupled with the lyrics is incredible, and I can't help but gain the inkling that the lyrics pertain to me.

Sam finally finishes with her performance, smiling broadly, yet fidgeting slightly. Whether it be from nervousness or excitement, I can't be quite sure, but the smile eases my mind. I politely applaud, so which Sam feigns a sweeping bow. We lapse into a fit of giggles.

"So, how was that?" Sam asks feebly, and I smile broadly.

"It was awesome, dude!" I eagerly reply. "You're gonna nail this concert! Well, aside from that voice crack during the bridge." I joke, earning a pillow to the face from Sam. My girlfriend, whose face was once heated with flattery, is now madly blushing with embarrassment.

"Luna, I was nervous, ok?" Sam whines before rolling her eyes and cracking a small smile. Smiling fondly at my girlfriend, I pat the area beside me on the bed. Sam joins me, twiddling her thumbs anxiously. I wrap a comforting arm around her, willing her to look into my eyes.

"Sam, hun, you'll do awesome. I know you will. Luna Loud doesn't lie when it comes to music." I state, gesturing to myself and beaming rather proudly. Sam laughs-a beautiful sound-before swooping in to kiss my cheek.

"Thanks, Lunes." Sam says sweetly before resting her head on my shoulder. "It's getting late." She says moments later, gesturing to the clock on her bedside table. 12:45 AM flashes brightly within the dimly lit room. The numbers blur within my hazy vision, and I yawn broadly.

"Great job today, Sam." I express my pride, and Sam smiles brightly.

"And your reward," I continue, gaining Sam's attention. "Is a night of cuddles with your girlfriend." I state, and Sam releases a chuckle from beside me.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Sam murmurs lovingly as I take her within my arms. I kiss Sam's soft skin, relishing in the way she nuzzles her face within my neck. I fell asleep fairly quickly that night, curled around Sam and nestled under the soft blanket together. If I had the choice, I'd never leave.


"Dudes, I've got it!"

The band is once again seated on Alex's bedroom floor, contemplating the questions of the last meeting. Mazzy has leapt from her seat, absolutely ecstatic at having made a new discovery. The remainder of the band perks up with interest, awaiting an explanation from Mazzy. We had spent a good hour racking our brains for an understanding, growing slightly restless in the process.

"It makes total sense!" Mazzy interjects again, now resorting to pacing the room.

"Mazzy!" Sam groans.

"The anticipation is nearly killing us!" Sully adds.

Mazzy turns on her heel in the center of the room, beaming with pride. "Don't you guys remember Doug saying that Mrs. V's inability to decide anything for the Royal Rumble was 'in writing'?"

The band and I share a glance of confirmation before nodding in Mazzy's direction.

"Well, I know what that means." Mazzy states, and there's a brief pause before she starts again. "It's the files… the file room."

This idea sparks disbelief within the group (aside from Alex, who bears a perplexed expression). I myself know the extremity of this situation if Mazzy's theory proves to be true.

"You don't mean…" I share a glance with my other bandmates, most of which are sporting the same wide-eyed expression. "... the room within the school that nobody is allowed into? The one that contains all the school's files?"

Mazzy nods before seating herself before us again. "You know how every school club has its own info sheet? You know, that contains the club's manager and what-not?"

Sam releases a miniature gasp of surprise. "Mazzy, you don't think Michelle and Doug sabotaged the Royal Rumble info sheet?"

Mazzy grins proudly at her discovery. "There's a possibility." She states.

"Wait, wait, wait." Alex pipes up from beside me, holding up a finger for silence. "What do you guys mean by… all of this?" They gesticulate around the circle, the confusion prominent within her features.

The four of us glancing in Alex's direction, we come to the realization that Alex has only been at this school for a year, and therefore is slightly unaccustomed.

"Alex," Sully begins. "Our school has always had… a different way of running things."

Alex raises an eyebrow as a nonverbal way of saying "elaborate".

"A piece of paper determines who is the manager of a school club." Sully continues. "I know it sounds odd, but the school works together to determine the manager of the after school club, and they sign their name on the info sheet."

"However, there's more to it than that." Sam adds on. "The info sheet can be edited. Whoever's name is signed on the info sheet is considered the manager of that club."

"So, there's no organized meeting to change the manager?" Alex asks, and the four of us shake our heads.

"No." Mazzy is next in line to speak. "Usually, the original manager grants them permission to replace their name on the info sheet. Besides, all the info sheets are kept within the heavily locked file rooms so nobody can get in."

"Or at least, we think nobody can get in." I state, the subtle dread beginning to sink in.

"So, if we're going with the possibility that Michelle and Doug wrote their names on the info sheet…" Alex begins, and the remaining four of us nod vigorously with pride at Alex's quick understanding. "How could they have possibly entered the school at night in the first place to sign their names?"

I sigh through my teeth at the question, for the answer itself is horrendous to think about. "Damn it, they must have gotten the keys when they joined the Royal Rumble." I state.

There's a moment of silence as the five of us allow my words to sink in. Alex fiddles with the hem of their shirt, and Mazzy runs her hands through her long bangs as she reflects.

"That still doesn't explain something." I note, earning the rapt attention of my friends. They gaze at me expectantly, awaiting an explanation. "How could they have gotten into the file room? Only Principal Rivers and a select few school staff have access to the keys to the file rooms. Not even Mrs. V has them."

My friend's eyes furrow with curiosity. That is, until my girlfriend's blue eyes widen with both comprehension and fear. "They must have broken in." Her voice gives out mid-sentence.

"If that's true," Sully says. "Then Michelle and Doug are in for a major punishment, dudes."

I swallow hard, trying hard to disperse the lump in my throat. If all this is true, we might have a chance of removing Michelle and Doug from the Royal Rumble and earning Mrs. V back her position as the Royal Rumble manager. However, if we're wrong, we could easily be expelled for making derogatory accusations. That idea, in itself, is terrifying to think about. My mom would kill me, most definitely.

"Like… jail time?" Alex asks in response to their brother's words. Their hope is evident within their voice, but they mask it with a meek chuckle. "That might be nice." They snort.

Laughing about such events seems insensitive, but I can't help but join Alex as I giggle. "That would be nice." I state. "Though they'll likely just be expelled." I add, though that is far better than nothing, I suppose.

There's another stillness within the room as the five of us allow the spoken words to sink in. Finally, Sam pipes up from beside me. She's been resting her head on my shoulder during the majority of this conversation, only lifting it to speak or showcase her curiosity. She has lifted it again to regard the group.

"Mrs. V is the original manager of the Royal Rumble. Knowing her, I doubt she intended for Michelle and Doug to sign their names on the sheet." Sam states, and the remainder of the group nods their heads with agreement.

"So…" Sam continues. "If it's true that Michelle and Doug didn't ask permission, that's another rule that they would have broken."

"So, technically… correct me if I'm wrong." Alex begins. "Michelle and Doug have 85% more of a chance of going to jail, eh?"

Sully stammers faintly at his sibling's words before sighing. "You won't rest until you see Michelle and Doug in jail, won't you, little sib?" He asks, and Alex nods.

"It better be headlining the newspaper-no wait, not the newspaper, nobody reads the newspaper anymore." Alex says before thinking thoughtfully. "It should be headlined on the news, and you bet we'll all be getting rewarded for our good cause." They beam proudly, and their brother gently slaps them on the back.

"Dream on, dude." Sully says, and the two siblings chuckle.

"Why hasn't Mrs. V said anything yet?" Mazzy pipes up, immediately earning the rest of our attention.

"She might be too scared to act out." I state, shrugging.

"Or maybe Michelle and Doug are terrorizing Mrs. V out of tattle taling on them." Alex adds, grinning mischievously. Sully snorts, gently elbowing his sibling. "I highly doubt that, Alex." He chuckles.

Mazzy hasn't input her own idea since phrasing the question, and the four of us gaze at her expectantly. Folding her arms, she regards us with a serious-and slightly intimidating-expression.

"We need evidence." She says, much to Sam's outrage. Her head is now completely off my shoulder, and she throws her hands in the air.

"Mazzy!" Sam interjects. "You know that's not possible! We can't get into the school, let alone the file room, without the school keys!"

Face deadpan, Mazzy swallows hard. I've never seen the girl so serious in my entire life, and it's oddly spine-chilling.

"You're right, Sam." Mazzy states. "We need the keys."