7. Dodge A Bullet (Be Hit By A Boomerang)
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Charlotte P.O.V
I rounded the corner, all set to go back into 'spy mode' when I stumbled across a frantic Tyson desperately trying to open a door. This act would have been annoying but acceptable, but oh no, he wasn't rattling just any door, THE DOOR. THE DOOR TO THE SPY DEN. I could almost feel my heart stop in my chest, but with a quick little thump I restarted it and called out to Tyson, making sure it sounded like I wasn't deliberately heading this way but had stumbled upon him accidentally. Yes, you can convey all of that with a simple question.
"Tyson, what are you doing?" His eyes widened as he turned to face me, a look of 'Uh-oh-I've-been-caught-in-the-act', similar to the one I imagine Nate would be wearing if he managed to open that door. I could not let that happen, I'd never live it down otherwise. He let go of the door handle and turned to face me, clearly trying to weigh up the situation.
"Nothing, what are you doing here?" Oooh, trying to flip this back on me Tyson? His slightly cautious tone had 'guilty' laced all through it and I smirked. This was going to be easy!
"Part of Tala's conditions to let me hang around here during the party was to make sure that none of the guests got too far into the mansion otherwise they'll never find their way out." Not a lie, Tala and I had agreed I'd be in charge of herding people back out to the main party area if they got too deep in the mansion – the spy corridor was WAY off limits, which was part of the reason why I was so glad we found it. "So why are you here? This corridor is way off limits, glutton-boy." He looked a little offended at that but he shuffled over to me, and looking both ways cautiously (even though we were in a corridor and he was looking at the walls) he made a motion with his hands that was the universal signal for 'come here'. He began to whisper, or at least, Tyson's version of whispering which was sort of like the kind of whispering you'd do in a library, hushed tones but not morgue silent.
"I smell food in there, and I really need to comfort eat after…" He shuddered compulsively and I snickered remembering Kai's brilliant performance, but I stopped as the navy-haired Dragoon wielder glared ferociously at me. "So what's in there anyway? It smells like a lot of food," He paused and sniffed the air, "I'm getting loads of snack foods, microwave pizza and popcorn." Turning his nose towards the room he sniffed again. "Sweetened, not salted." I almost applauded his nose before realising I had to answer his question, and fast. There was no point lying about the food, that was a given. But how does one explain a mountain of food in a secluded corridor in a mansion where there's a party?
A party…
…there's always loads of spare food at a party…
…I'm an evil genius.
With a grin that could rival the Chesire Cat, I put a finger to my lips and did the same wary eyes Tyson had done moments before. "Tyson," I exclaimed in my serious whisper and he nodded completely focused. Amazing what the idea of a little food can do, hey? "Inside that room there's all the spare food for the party." And there goes Tyson's jaw, making a crash impact with the plush carpet beneath us. "Tala decided that in case the regular supply runs out, he'd have a second hoard to keep the masses at bay." Tyson 'oh'ed as if he understood the logic in that statement and I continued on encouraged by this positive sign. "He also left me in charge of this food storage, so I was told to steer anyone away who came down this corridor so that the food would be secure. After all, what good is a second stash if it's all gone before the party even begins?" I smiled at him and he nodded sheepishly, now it clicked. God Hilary's going to love me, I've figured out how to deter Tyson away from food!
I ushered him towards the party room with a smile, and gave him the directions. "But you've gotta promise this remains our little secret, okay Tyson?" He gave me an army style solute with his trademark grin on his face.
"Yes Ma'am, tell no one about the food ma'am!" I saluted him back and grinned brightly.
"Good! Now get back to that party, I think the All Starz just arrived! Who knows what they'll dress up as!" Excited at the concept of seeing the All Starz he rushed back off down the corridor…
…And bumped straight into a girl in a school uniform running in the opposite direction. With baby blue eyes and a blonde bob of curls that framed her adorable face nicely it didn't take long for the green eyed monster to rise. At least until she spoke.
"Tyson! Thank goodness I found you!" Tyson and I stood in complete silence after he helped the girl up; this girl sounded like Max. I found myself staring as Tyson motioned for the girl to continue unsure of whether or not he actually knew her.
"You'll never guess what! Michael Parker was just hitting on me! So were the rest of the All Starz bar Emily, and I was like 'guys, it's me, Max' but they didn't believe me." Definitely sounded like Max. The girl hopped nervously from one foot to the next the way Max does when he's scared, something I discovered when he accidentally confronted Bryan in a bad mood. Acting like Max too… how could she… unless… oh my God…
"Max?" He nodded vehemently as Tyson and I yelled a confused chorus, as we'd figured it out at the same time. Wow, Max was definitely giving Kai a run for his money! Tyson stuttered, unable to complete a full sentence; his mind was still recovering from the Kai incident so I imagine this wasn't helping. "But…you…how…you're…it's…I…uh?"
"Max, what happened? You said something about… Parker? Tell us everything." Trying to keep my head cool in a crazy situation, something I found myself doing more and more often these days, I focused my attention on Max. I needed to get them out of here (and effectively make sure they don't mind my leaving) and fast. C'mon Nate, please, do something, anything!
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