A/N: Hey guys! This one's mainly in 3rd person, following around Gazzy and his mischief... Yeah...

Well, enjoy!

"Hello? This is Valencia Martinez," Gazzy imitated perfectly, holding the phone in one hand.

"Hello, Mrs. Martinez," the voice on the other side of the line answered.

"Doctor Martinez," Gazzy added.

"Well, yes, Dr. Martinez. I wanted to discuss your daughter's behavior. She skipped school yesterday, missing the whole afternoon."

"Did she?" Gazzy asked, managing to sound horrified. Iggy stifled a laugh, slinging an arm protectively over Ella, who was chuckling too.

"Yes. There were no sanctions, since this is the first time this has occurred, and she has had exemplary behavior before. I don't know what happened," the secretary told him, genuinely concerned.

"I don't know either. And rest assured-I will have a serious talk with her. Goodbye," Gazzy hung up rather abruptly. He slammed down the phone and started laughing hard, Ella and Iggy joining in.

"Oh, man," he said in his normal voice, still cackling. "Did you hear her?"

"High-five!" Iggy said, holding up his hand. Gazzy smacked it with his quickly.

"She was all like 'I wanted to discuss your daughter's behavior,'" he laughed. He turned to Iggy and his face fell.

"Twenty bucks. Fork it up," he said, suddenly all business. Iggy sighed and pulled a twenty out of his pocket.

"Here," he grumbled. The Gasman used his winning I'm-a-cute-little-eight-year-old smile.

"Was the date worth playing hooky for?" Gazzy asked.

"Definitely," Ella asked. She linked her arm with Iggy's and they walked off. Gazzy smiled evilly. He could use his power to his advantage, in an even more evil way than before. Thanks for the idea, Iggy.

! #$%^&*

Ethan hated his job. He took the calls for the pizza place, and was also the delivery boy. On top of all of that, he was underpaid. Ethan sighed as the phone rang.

"Hello? Pete's Pizza, how may I help you?" he recited.

"Hi. I'd like to order one large plain pizza, on large Hawaiian, and one large pepperoni," a girl's voice said. She sounded like a teen. Ethan laughed.

"You have an appetite," he said.

"Yeah," she said shyly.

"And to who do I have the honor of delivering this pizza to?" he asked. The girl laughed.

"Max. 220 Hammond Drive," she said. "See you soon." She hung up.

"Whoa," Ethan muttered to himself. Some girl. If only she was as pretty as she sounded.

The doorbell rang and Gazzy immediately knew it was the hormonal guy he'd flirted with as Max. This one was going to be a prank to remember.

"I'll get it!" Max shouted, just as Gazzy knew she would. She ran down the stairs and yanked the door open. The delivery guy stared at her, openmouthed, but she didn't even notice.

"Who ordered pizza?" she asked, turning her head in, towards the house. Gazzy popped up right at the moment and handed her a twenty. She looked back over at the guy. She read his nametag.

"Oh, hi Ethan. Sorry we ordered so much. Um, how much will it be?" she asked.

"What do you mean who ordered? I talked to you on the phone!" she stammered, regaining his senses.

"I'm pretty sure you didn't," she answered. She gave him the money and he handed over the warm bags of pizza. Max flung the pizza at Gazzy, who caught it expertly.

"Hey, do you think maybe we could hang out sometime?" Ethan asked. Max raised an eyebrow at him. The next thing she knew, a dark figure had appeared behind her. He steered her away from the door and kissed her so Ethan wouldn't get any ideas.

Fang closed the door on the delivery guy. They hadn't broken apart.

"Hey! I'm still here!" Gazzy protested. They untangled reluctantly. Gazzy smiled and left the room.

"One more pizza delivery guy we scarred," Max said jokingly. She leaned into Fang to make their way upstairs. Gazzy wasn't gone, though. He'd just gotten his hands on the home phone. He cackled again as he dialed Max's cell phone number, his mouth full with a slice of pizza.

You know your boyfriend is possessive when he kisses you in front of this poor sap that was at the door. He was just another get-a-lifer delivery guy. I was lying down on my bed, back to doing nothing. Fang had stayed in my room for a while then he'd gone back to his laptop.

I was about to get up when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn't even look to see who was calling when I put the phone up to my ear.

"Hey," Fang's voice said.

"Why are you calling?" I asked. "You're across the hall from me."

"I thought it would be more romantic this way," he said. I laughed.

"Okay then, what now?"

"Tell me a secret, something you've never told the younger kids, not even Gazzy." I frowned.

"Why?"

"Um, no reason?" his voice went up at the end.

"Fang, why are you so weird?" I asked.

"Uh, bye." The phone disconnected.

I pushed into Fang's room without knocking. I was in there so much it was practically my second room. "What the hell?" I asked.

"Huh?" he looked up from his blog.

"What was that phone call about?" I said.

"I didn't call you," he said. Things were starting to click. Tell me a secret, something you've never told the younger kids, not even Gazzy. Why Gazzy specifically?

"GASMAN!" I shouted, running downstairs. I caught him with the phone in hand, a slice of pizza in the other.

"Sorry," he said. I glared at him.

"Why did you want to hear a secret?" I asked.

"To hear some gushy love stuff to blackmail you with," he chuckled. I sighed.

"Don't do it again."

"Yessir!" he said so earnestly I ruffled his hair and forgave him. Right then, the keys were turning in the entrance. Mom was home.

"I'm home!" she said, right on cue. Iggy and Ella appeared way too quickly.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, hugging Ella. If she had it her way, she'd hug all of us when she got home from work, but the flock wasn't great with all those touchy-feely things.

"I have to call the school, Ella, about that advanced placement program," she said, distracted. I saw an unmistakably guilty look on both of them. I pointed at Iggy behind Mom's back, then did the universal "you're dead meat" sing.

Ella whispered something to Iggy and he paled, if it was possible to get even paler than he already was. Mom picked up the phone, the three of us creeping in to watch. Gazzy was even here. He was around a lot today, wasn't he?

Mom dialed a number then we heard garbled speech. "Oh, hello. I'd like to speak with the secretary." Then was a tense wait.

"Oh yes." There was a pause. "What do you mean? I haven't talked to you today at all," she said, puzzled. Iggy looked like he wanted to edge out of the room and Ella was blushing furiously.

"Are you sure it was me?" Another pause. "Couldn't it be someone who just sounds like me?"

She agreed few more times then hung up. "Iggy," she said.

"Hey! You should be talking to the one who can imitate voices," he pointed out.

"GASSER!" I shouted, and lo and behold, there he was.

"Gazzy," Mom said with the same voice she used on Iggy.

"I'm sorry Dr. Martinez," he said, opening his blue eyes wide. Mom faltered.

"Promise you won't ever do that again," Mom said again. Gazzy nodded enthusiastically. He ran upstairs and Mom looked at Iggy and Ella.

"You two are in trouble. I'll tell you if I think of punishment." she sighed and went up to her room. I was looking forward to leave too, but Nudge ran downstairs.

"OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!" she screamed.

"What?" Iggy asked.

"OneDirectioniscomingtoourhou seforaprivateconcerttomorrow andtheycansignmyshirtandmyro omnowayright?"

"How do you know that for sure?" I asked. For those of you at home who have no training in dealing with a hyper Nudge, this is the translation of the sentence: One Direction is coming to our house for a private concert tomorrow and they can sign my shirt and my room, no way right?

Nudge looked surprised by my question. "How do you think I know? They just called me!"

A/N: Well you can guess who that was. REVIEW PLEASE, IT'S WHAT KEEPS ME GOING!