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Wreaking Havoc

Ch. 1

Okay, I said I was going to hook those two up, right? Well I said the first thing I was going to do was get some information. I thought it would be a piece of cake. I was wrong. The good thing is those two are so dense sometimes that you could wave a neon flag in their faces and they wouldn't notice. Unless it was neon pink, then Sam would notice…and screech in utter revolt. It was really a lucky break that let me escape unscathed. Really lucky. Probably a whole series of lucky breaks now that I think about it. But I'm ahead of myself; I should probably tell you what happened first.

It all started on a cheerful, Saturday morning…

I was walking over to Sam's house, where we were all going to hang out for the day. Man, is that the place to hang out! Anyways, it was the perfect opportunity to put the first step of my plan in motion. I knew for a fact that she kept a diary. She accidentally let slip that she had one a while ago. Me and Danny teased her so long we that we thought she was angry enough to twist our heads off, best friends (and crush) or not. We conveniently "forgot" and the whole thing blew over, but I always had that useful tidbit of information tucked away in the corner of my brain for future use. Well that was the future I was going to use it for.

I rang the doorbell when I got to the doors of the mansion, and waited patiently (well, kind of) until the door opened a few minuets later. Sam was the one who got the door, Danny hung back right behind her.

"What took you so long? Some last minuets of making out before old Tuck ruins your fun?" I teased. Their face immediately turned quite interesting shades of red. Hey, I couldn't resist.

"No!" Danny sputtered, "This place is huge! By the time we actually heard the doorbell, we had to run here from the other side of the mansion."

Funny how they never get used to being teased like that, I've been doing this for ages.

"Yeah, we were all the way in the movie room." Sam interjected. She had regained her normal pale coloring.

"What? Watching a romantic, sappy movie and then making out?" Oh I just love this.

"Tucker!" They both yelled in unison.

I just chuckled and walked through the doorway to let them compose themselves. Really, I'm too nice to them.

"So, what are we going to do?" I asked.

"Well," Danny answered, "We were kind of hoping to finish this movie first."

"Cough Cough MakeOut Cough." That was just too fun…I was going to miss that when I win the bet…

They both blushed a little, but ignored it for the most part.

"We were watching The Super Scary Marathon Disc." Sam elaborated.

I really wanted to take another crack at them, but I refrained. Instead I asked,

"Could I go into the rec room instead, I've already seen that, like, a thousand times...and I wouldn't want to intrude on one of your "moments""

Okay, so I teased them a little. I swear, I'm going to make them have a permanent blush for the rest of their lives.

"Uh, sure," Sam said, "Go ahead."

Score! I did a victory dance in my head. This would be the perfect time to do some snooping. So when they went over to finish the movie, I went over to the first place I thought Sam's diary would be…in her room. This was the danger zone. If you went in Sam's room uninvited, you'd be in serious trouble. As in, being-dead-would-be-better-than-this kind of trouble. That girl can think up of some seriously twisted torture-revenge plans.

As I was saying, I went into her room. As I would expect, it was lavish in its Goth décor. Snooping I came to do, so snooping I did. I checked every shelf, corner, under the bed, in the closet, and all of the drawers! (Yes, all of them). I found absolutely nothing. I was there for an hour and I found nothing!

Right when I was going to just give up and despair, I noticed that something about the bed was a little off. You know those post things that hold the mattress? Well one of those had an odd rectangle shaped protrusion on it. Needless to say, it piqued my curiosity. I pulled on it, but it didn't budge. Okay, so that hope goes out the window. I sighed and leaned against it. To my surprise, it made an odd clicking sound. I stopped leaning on it and watched as it slid out of its groove.

It was a container, just big enough for a diary, and sure enough, I look, and there it is! My hard work has finally paid off! I seize the diary in glee, but my glee turned to terror when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Cursing silently, I put the diary back and shoved the compartment back until it clicked in place. Sam was going to kill me!

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Okay than! How was it? Was Tucker OOC? Was anything off that needs to be fixed? Was it good? Bad? Horrible? Should I continue or just scrap it? I'd really like to know!