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Wreaking Havoc

Ch.2

I squirmed in anguish at the thought of what Sam might do to me, then stood up and faced the doorway like a man waiting in line for the guillotine. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my newest PDA. If I was going to die soon, then I was going to say goodbye to my baby first. The steps became louder and louder…man is this house echo-y. I gulped and waited for my inevitable fate. I gasped lightly as a head peeked around the doorway.

It was…Danny?

I sighed loudly in relief, and my terror receded into the depths of my mind, only to be released again if I ever faced a ticked Sam in the future.

"Tucker? What are you doing here?" Danny asked, a confused look etched onto his face.

"I, um, got lost!" Oh, great, even Star would be able to see through that…you know, the girl I said was like a satellite because she hung around Paulina so much? Yeah, I got over her a long time ago…

"Oh, well why are you in Sam's room?" Thankfully, Danny was a bit oblivious…or something (or someone) was on his mind…

"Because I, uhhh, fell!" I waited with baited breath, awaiting his verdict.

"Oh, come on then, Sam wants to bowl again."

I raised an eyebrow. He must have been really distracted to fall for that one…

"Aw, man! She just wants to show off again." I complained, to cover the lingering discomfort.

I followed Danny, who was walking over to the other side of the "house".

"Sam! I found him!" Danny called to Sam, who had been searching in the other side of the mansion.

I wonder how the heck Danny managed to find her in that gargantuan place. It must be a soul mate thing…

"Oh, good! Where was he?"

"Um," he said, scratching the back of his head, "Just wandering the halls."

If Sam was suspicious, she didn't say anything. I don't know if I felt more relieved or on edge. Sam can hide her emotions pretty well. (Except concerning one individual…)

So Sam proceeded to kick our butts in bowling, which she rubbed in our faces afterwards, which somehow led to one of their "moments". Man, I think they could turn anything into one of their "moments".

So for the rest of the day, we played various games and watched movies and other things friends do together. But I while I was having fun, a little corner in the back of my mind began to plot. I knew where the diary was now…the problem was I hadn't even seen a page of it! I had to see it again. I could not have my plan fail! Look at all that was at risk! So when I thought the lovebirds were asleep, I snuck out from under my sleeping bag (decorated with lots of little computers of course) and went prowling though the maze that was the Manson household, searching for Sam's room in order to find the wealth of information I so desperately needed.

A half hour later found me desperately lost in the depths of Sam's impossibly large house.

"Someone needs to make a map for this place." I grumbled under my breath.

Another half hour found me extremely irritated and disgruntled. Not even my PDA could haveget me out of this…despite it's many uses, even I had to admit there were a few things it couldn't do.

Fifteen minuets after that finally found me in Sam's room. I thought I'd never make it. I almost wept from relief.

The light turned on. I jumped almost a foot into the air.

"Tucker." Sam's voice growled menacingly, "What are you doing in my room?"

Then I really did weep. Oh, and you know that terror I was talking about earlier? Well, it came back…

"H-h-hi, Sam!" I stuttered nervously as I turned around. This was not good.

She was livid. I swear, her eyes almost turned red!

"Don't even." Her voice had turned icy. This was defiantly not good. "Explain. Now."

"I just, um, had a severe case of insomnia, and um, I got lost and wandered around and came here?" I ended hopefully.

She glared at me suspiciously, and I just plastered on an expression that I hoped looked innocent. Evidently, it worked, or maybe she thought I didn't tamper with anything, because she only gave a warning. My life was saved.

"If I see you anywhere near my room without my permission, you're going to wish that you had only been publicly humiliated, beaten within an inch of your life, then dropped into a blender to be cut into many tiny, little pieces."

Okay, a very violent threat, but only a threat. It was a lot better than what she could have done to me…

I nodded furiously and followed Sam back to the sleeping bags. As I lay down, thoughts kept swirling through my brain. I still hadn't seen so much as the inside of the cover of the diary I still needed to see. I would have to try again in the morning…I would just have to hope that Sam wouldn't catch me again, or there would be hell to pay…or worse.

And what was Sam doing up anyways?

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Ah, poor Tucker, he'll never learn will he?

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