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Hey everyone! I know I haven't updated in a really long time. I sorry L I'm trying to update all my unfinished stories now. You can thank my best friends, who are posting amazing stories on fan fiction and making me feel guilty for not finishing what I started. If any of the people reading this are a House of Anubis fan I highly suggest reading the stories Jesus4eternity (my talented best friend!) has written. Or if you're a 39 clues fan read She Will Be Loved by ishmack97 (my other talented best friend!) Okay, I know you're tired of hearing me ramble. I'll start the chapter now J

Nudge's POV

Today was the day. It was time to end this stupid war between Iggy and Max. I tiptoed in Gazzy's room. He looked so peaceful sleeping. So I poked him awake.

"Bleh…huh?" He cleverly said when one eye groggily opened.

"Wake up!" I said, hitting him in the arm with a pillow. "Max is going to be cooking soon," Gazzy rubbed his eyes, and brought himself up to a sitting position.

"I thought she wasn't going to cook until tonight," Gazzy said.

"She changed her mind. She told me last night. Apparently the reason she failed the last 'few' times is because she's a 'morning person'," I rolled my eyes at Max's lame excuse.

"Is your distraction ready?" I asked. Gazzy looked at me, amused.

"Have I ever failed in anything mischievous?" He said, in mock hurt. I shrugged, acknowledging the fact I might be freaking out over nothing.

"I guess you're right. All you had to do was set up your paintball gun, right?" I asked optimistically. Gazzy blinked.

"Right," He said, a bit too fast. Liar. I was prepared to interrogate him about, when I heard someone padding down the hallway. When you live with a group of people for a certain amount of time, you begin to recognize their footsteps. I recognized these footsteps as Max's. Suddenly I remembered something very important.

"Crap!" I blurted. Gazzy raised an eyebrow at me.

"You know that batch of cookies I baked yesterday so I could switch it out with Max's today?" "Yeah?"

"They are in the kitchen. In the oven! Max sees those then the plan's screwed," I said worriedly to Gazzy. But he wasn't listening. He climbed out of bed and picked up a lethal-looking paintball gun.

"Guess we'll have to use this earlier than planned," Gazzy winked. Than dashed out the door. I grabbed his arm.

"Wait! We need that distraction for when I switch her cookies for mine," I said. Gazzy sighed.

"Fine, I'll just go distract her some other way then,"

Gazzy's POV

"Fine, I'll just go distract her some other way then," By other way, I didn't mean anything exciting involving semi-dangerous weapons. I distracted Max the way they would do it on a made-for-tv Disney movie. I talked to her. I ran out into the hallway and grabbed Max's arm urgently.

"What?" She asked.

"I need to talk to you about something," I said.

"Yeah, I got that. What?" She asked.

"I…" What couldn't I think of anything? I'm an excellent liar. Right, I can't think because its 6am in the freaking morning! "I'm sick," I coughed.

"Well that explains why you're up so early," She said, there was an undertone to her voice. Gazzy couldn't figure it out.

"Exactly!" I said, hoping my relief wasn't too evident on my face. "I couldn't sleep!" I added. Max tsked at him.

"What's in that paintball gun, Gazzy? Medicine?" Max asked. Well, crap.

Nudge's POV

Okay, so Gazzy in the morning is useless. I made that mental note, sitting in my room, while I absentmindedly munched on one of my cookies. Luckily, I only needed Gazzy to distract Max for a few seconds while I ran into the kitchen and whipped the cookies out of the oven. Now all I had to do was wait. Wait for Max to cook until the part where she puts her cookies into the oven. I waited all of five seconds before Max marched into my room. I took the tray of cookies and shoved it under my bed just before Max opened the door. Max stood there smirking, with Gazzy standing next to her.

"Gazzy told me all about his little plan," Max sang. I glared daggers at Gazzy. I was about to scream at him when I noticed something. His eyes were wide, but not in a guilty way, more like he was trying to tell me something. I held my tongue.

"So I guess you owe me," Max said. I eyed Max cautiously.

"Why? What was this 'plan' exactly?" I tried to sound casual.

"He said he was going to shoot his paintball gun, all over your room. Ruining all your things. Apparently you pissed him off earlier, insulting his pranking skills or something? So this would be the ultimate way to prove you wrong. Luckily I stopped him before he did anything," Max said. Nice one, Gazzy! I thought. I then realized I was grinning, goofily happy I didn't get caught. Max stared at me.

"I'm so happy…that you caught him before he did any damage," I said. "I do owe you one," I said, smiling at Max. Max smiled back. It was such a sweet, genuine smile I almost immediately felt the guilt rising in my throat.

"Well you're in luck because you can pay me back right now," She stood. "You can help me make the cookies… if that's okay," She added apologetically. She seemed almost guilty. About what? Maybe for freaking out on us the last few days.

"Sure," I said, my voice cracking. I couldn't say no to that face! "Just give me a sec, I'll meet you in the kitchen," Max nodded, and walked out of my room. After she left I shut the door softly and turned to Gazzy.

"Okay so slight change of plans. I'm going to need you to fire the paintball guns and switching the cookies ,because I won't get-"

"No," Gazzy interrupted her.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm already in trouble because of this Nudge. I covered for you and now Max is already pissed off at me and you won't me to do more?" Forget it, I'm out," He said and then marched out.

I slumped into my bed. What now? Gazzy was an essential part of the plan. The plan. The plan that would end this stupid war. The plan that was supposed to get everything back to normal. The plan that would fix everything. Now what will I do? I ran through my head a bunch of ridiculous plans that would never work. A bunch of schemes that were doomed to failure. I might attempt one though. I was desperate. After wallowing self-pity for a few moments an atrocious idea crept it's way into my head. What if? I thought. What if I just baked the cookies with Max?