Author's Note:

Wow, Yodes. I think you're more manic/mental than Cassie. [That's major flattery right there. C:] Well, all the things you guessed put what I made them do to shame. But, I'll have to keep those ideas in mind when I write my next imprint story. [Yes, there will be one. I think it's going to be for Seth...]

xD Wonderful guess, Manic-Cheese-Fairy. Should've been done, but I was super hyper [you'll definitely see it at the end of the chapter] when I wrote this. If I could, they would get busy 'til they were dizzy. Just joking, maybe....

So, thank you for the seven people who reviewed this chapter: Yodes, Jacqulin, Cary44, Gryffindor Gurl2 [as always. C:], alyse, Manic-Cheese-Fairy, and the most recent but certainly not the least: jjfad. You guys are freaking awesome.

So, in this chapter, I'm HOPING I can break my highest record of reviews for this chapter. [The highest for one chapter is seven.] But, no pressure. It's just all my hopes and dreams depend on it. No pressure...

So, march on and read, dammit!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight in any shape or form. But, if I did write the saga, I would've at least put twelve pages describing Edward naked in each one of the books. xD

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Movies and Sleepovers

I walked into the house cautiously, bracing for something bad to happen. Actually it was kind of quiet. "Did they leave?" I asked no one in particular. Paul smiled, and hope glimmered in his eyes. I scoffed and headed towards the kitchen. I pulled ingredients out of the bags, and Paul did the same.

"While I get this ready, can you go see where they are?" I asked. Paul nodded and headed out the kitchen.

I opened the recipe book for lasagna and skimmed through it. It would take an hour and a half for it to be ready for eating. So four hungry guys could e—

There was a loud crash from upstairs and a loud rumbling like thunder. I dropped the book and ran upstairs to my room—the only room that had its door open. The sight that I saw made me want to laugh and scream at the same time. My clothes and magazines were scattered everywhere. The shade on my lamp was crooked, and my drapes were hanging off of the windowsill. Precious family pictures that I had neatly arranged had fallen onto the floor, and I wouldn't be surprised if the frames were cracked or broken. Those parts made me want to scream.

But what made me want to laugh was that how Quil, Seth, and Jake each had a pair of my bras on and were cowering in front of Paul. Quil was sporting a hot pink silk bra; Seth was stretching out a sheer bra my mom got for me, and Jake was wearing my black lace bra.

Paul didn't think it was funny.

He was shaking again, but this time the tremors were more violent. His lips were parted over sharp white teeth, and his eyes glittered dangerously. "What," he spat. "Do you think you are doing?" He loomed over the three, and his fists balled.

"We didn't think you would come…?" Seth squeaked. Jake smiled disarmingly at Paul, holding his hands up in a peace offering kind of way. "Come on, Paul. We were just playing around. No harm done."

Paul's frame started to shake even harder, and it looked like he was blurring at the edges. I reached out a hand to touch his hesitantly. This time, he didn't stop shaking, but his tremors weren't as intense. "Come on, Paul. They're just messing around. How about you go to the living room and pick out a movie for us to watch?" I rubbed smooth circles into his rough palms, and he calmed down. He sent one last venomous look at the guys before stalking out to the living room. I turned to their incredulous faces with what I hoped was a stern expression.

"As for you three nitwits, get out of my bras and get out of my room or else there will be no food." Three bras flew in three different directions and they zoomed past me. I rolled my eyes, giggling. They were such idiots.

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The lasagna was made in one hour and forty-five minutes, and gone in less than ten. Seth rubbed his stomach with a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was lip smacking good food, Cass," he said. "Will you marry me?" Paul let out a low growl, but I ignored him.

"Sorry, Seth, but I'm taken," I teased. "I'm afraid that my heart will always belong to one man—Patrick Dempsey." The guys laughed, with the exception of Paul, who glared at me.

Thunder rumbled outside, and lightning flashed. The rain pelted the roof, and I worried about Allison. Was she okay?

"Okay, what movie did you pick out, Paul?" I asked. Paul's face cleared, and he grabbed a DVD case off of the end table by the sofa and showed us the cover: Nightmare on Elm Street. I internally shuddered as Quil whooped with joy.

"Yeah, let's watch this bad boy! Gimme!" he said, snatching the case from Paul's hand. He popped the disk into the opened tray, and I sunk lower into my seat. This was going to be a long night.

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I peeked from behind the pillow to see the credits rolling. Quil was laughing at me. "Aw, our little Cassie is scared of a horror movie! Oh, this is rich!"

Paul threw a pillow at him, then turned to me with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. I nodded my head and hid my face back into the comfortable pillow.

"Hey, lets watch another movie," I heard Jake say. "This one not as scary." Bless him! He rummaged through our collection, scrutinizing each cover with a critical eye.

"How about…." He grabbed a case at random. "Dodge Ball?" There was a chorus of agreement and Jake popped it in.

"Put it in Spanish!" Seth said. Paul raised an eyebrow at him.

"Seth," he said slowly. "Since when do you speak Spanish?" Seth snorted, rolling his eyes. "Since forever, Paul. I really am quite fluent in the language, thank you very much."

"He means since he started trying to impress a girl." Jake clarified, smirking. Paul sniggered, and Seth glared at him.

"Hey, women love a man who is bilingual." he said defensively.

"Do you even know how to spell 'bilingual'?" Quil asked. "'Cause I sure don't, and I'm the smartest one in here."

Seth ignored the last part. "I sure do: B-I-L-ingual."

Paul snorted a laugh. "Seth, this time you really have went up a level on the stupid scale."

Seth muttered something like, "shut up," but otherwise kept quiet. Jake pressed the 'play' button, and the movie began.

My eyelids drooped, and I felt my head nodding forward. I fought to keep awake, but sleep was quickly winning me over. My last conscious thought was that I suddenly felt really warm…

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In my dream, it was really, really hot. And then there were these odd bright flashes of light that were there one second, gone the next. They kept coming, and I was starting to feel irritated. What kind of dream was this? I groaned, squeezing my eyes tighter. There was chortling, and the onslaught of flashes continued. What the…?

I opened my eyes and came face to face with a camera.

"What are you guys doing?" I mumbled sleepily. My only answer was resounding laughter, and something tightened around my waist. My eyes widened, and I cautioned a look underneath me.

I was lying on top of Paul!

"Gah!" I cried, flopped onto the floor. The guys bust out laughing, and I kicked a shin, hurting myself more than I hurt the receiver. I glared at Seth—the culprit with the camera. "Give me," I snarled. "The damned camera." I made a grab for it as Seth pulled back his arm, dangling it in the air.

"Nun-uh. You're gonna have to jump for it, missy." He chortled infuriatingly at me, and I snatched at it. He tossed it to Quil, who tossed it to Jake as soon as I got to him.

"Gimme!" I wailed petulantly, not caring if I woke Paul. Hell, I wanted him to wake up and kick their asses. I looked to Paul, visualizing seeing him wake up in a glorious fit of rage, maybe even go Britney Spears on them. But, instead, he grunted, rolling over so his back was to us. My jaw dropped with a click. Quil guffawed loudly.

"See, there's the problem with your reasoning," Quil said smartly. "Let me explain the fatal flaw: Paul is lazy. He doesn't do anything—I know! What a pig!—and he's a deep sleeper. There is nothing that will wake him up. Believe me, I tried! Once, I even sat on him, and I'm no light feather, let me tell you. He didn't even twitch in the slightest! So, as long as it is morning," he pointed to the digital clock on the VCR, reading 10:54 AM. "There is no way in chocolate-coated hell he's getting up."

I scowled at him, and I noticed that Jake had his arm down where I could reach the camera. If only I could distract him…

"So, you're saying that there is no way we could wake him up?" I asked in a disbelieving voice. Seth scoffed, and Quil shook his head sadly. "Well, can you guys show me?" It was innocent enough of a question, and they fell for it. Jake stuffed the camera in his pocket—the wrist strap poking out—and waved a large hand in front of Paul's face. He thumped his forehead, making a loud thud, but Paul didn't even flinch.

Jake was about to reach to grab his arm when I seized my chance—and the camera—and ran outside with it. "Dude! She's getting away with the camera!" Seth yelled, and there were thunderous footsteps behind me. I squeaked, and ran around in the front yard. Where do I go?! Where do I go?!

I ran to the side house, and grabbed the only thing I could defend myself with—a water-loaded hose. I stuffed the camera in my pants pocket and I aimed it at the direction they came, and right when they came into view, I turned the dial to jet and blasted. There was a yelp, and cursing.

"Damn, man! She has a hose!" Quil cried.

"Quit acting like a wuss and go get the camera!" Seth ordered. "It's my mom's, and she'll massacre me if it even has a little scratch!"

"Since when do you order me around, pup?!"

"Well," Jake said. "I outrank both of you, and I say that the both of you go get the camera and the damned hose!" There was grumbling, and a loud thump, but that changed when Seth and Quil charged from the corner and ran towards me. I pressed the trigger on the hose and frantically blasted the two.

They were only slightly fazed, yelping when the ice-cold water hit their skin, but they kept coming. Seth seized me up and Quil snatched the camera from me and tossed it to Jake. But, sadly for Seth, I still wielded the hose, and I stuck the nozzle into his pants and soaked him even more. He screamed and dropped me, and I tried to run, but Seth caught the belt loop on my pants and dragged me back. He had the hose, and I squirmed in his grasp.

Seth pulled back the neck of my shirt and stuck nozzle in their, pressing the trigger to release the icy water. I shrieked, trying to bat him away. It really was cold.

"What the hell is going on here?"

I looked to see Paul, his expression a strange mixture of rage and incredulous as he took in the scene before us. Seth with a hose halfway down my shirt, and Quil and Jake…taking pictures.

"Gimme!" I cried. I wriggled out of Seth's grasp and pounced on Quil's back.

"Ah!" he screeched. "Get this crazy she-bat off of me!" Quil tossed the small camera to Jake, who hid it behind his back. I jumped off of Quil's back and chased the Jake's hands as he switched the camera between them back and forth.

"Come on!" I howled. "Paul, you're supposed to be helping!"

Paul scrunched his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest playfully. "Oh, and why?" I scowled at him. Traitor. "They were taking pictures of us!"

"Yeah! Do you wanna see?" Quil asked, grinning innocently.

"No! No he doesn't—"

"Sure."

Quil grabbed the camera from Jake skipped over to Paul, waving the small device at me tauntingly. He pressed a button—bringing up the pictures, I presumed—and handed it over to Paul with a huge smile.

Paul started pressing buttons, going through each image slowly. His face changed into some sort of emotion I couldn't recognize as he looked through the pictures, and I felt myself flush in embarrassment.

"Oo! Stop right there! That one is my favorite!" Quil squealed, and Paul chuckled. "Don't I look positively stunning in that picture?!" he gushed.

"What? Let me see!" I said, peeking over their overly muscled arms to see the picture. Of course it was of Paul and I, but it also had the guys in it, too. They surrounded the couch behind us and made silly faces. Seth did a peace sign with his eyes crossed, Jake was winking suggestively at the two of us, and Quil was posed with his chest out and pouting lips. Paul had his arms around me, a small smile on his face. My hands were palm-down on his chest—making me go red in the face—and I was smiling, too.

"Can I get a few copies of these pictures?" Paul asked, flipping to the next image. I snorted, turning my back towards them. "Yeah, but it'll be a couple of days." I heard Quil say, and they started talking, but I didn't care to listen. I just had revenge on my mind. The hose was on the ground after Seth dropped it to join in the picture escapade, and I casually picked it up.

"Oh, boys?" I called innocently. The guys turned to me, and their eyes widened when they realized the situation they were in.

"No, no, no, no, no, please! I'm too beautiful to die!" Quil begged, cupping his hands together and pouting. I smiled evilly at him, shaking my head. Seth grabbed the camera and turned his back just in time when I hit the trigger, releasing a stream of water onto the guys. There were curses and undignified squeals, and I laughed the whole time.

After a minute, I cut the water, giggling to myself. Seth still had his back turned towards me, his back drenched. But Paul's, Quil's, and Jake's expressions were hilarious. Quil and Jake looked just pissed off, glaring daggers at me, and Paul looked like his puppy had just died.

I dropped the house and smiled sheepishly at Paul. "Sorry, Paul, but there is nothing I can do for traitors." He still had that sad look on his face.

I felt slightly bad, so I walked over—cautiously, of course—to him, and hugged his waist—the highest I could go, for my stature. "Sorry, Paul." I apologized, smiling slightly.

"Aw," Jake cooed. "Group hug!" There was a chorus of 'aw's as the guys wrapped their arms around Paul and me and squeezed tightly. Quil twitched uncomfortably.

"Seth, dude, what is that poking into my thigh?" he squeaked, looking mortified. Seth grinned cheekily.

"Well, seeing as how my pants doesn't have any pockets, I had to find somewhere to hide the camera so it wouldn't get soaked."

Paul looked horrified. "Dude, you didn't."

"I totally did," Seth did, pulling back from the group to show a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. "And it feels like a dream." The guys looked repulsed.

"Well, Seth," I giggled. "I must say that I love the new improvement."

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I really loved writing this chapter, but I have to warn you guys about next chapter. [THIS IS A MUST READ! YOU HAVE TO READ! PLEASE?!] :

Next chapter will be filled with ANGSTEHNESS. The next chapter will be a total one-eighty from this chapter. Any guesses as to why?

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