Hello. I really need some more song suggestions, I mean come on people. I don't care if you just write down all the songs on your YouTube favorites playlist. Just give me something to work with here!
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"Okay, so let me see if I understand. You are dating Hamilton because Jonah's dating Sinead and you want to make Jonah jealous. Right?"
"Yeah, that about sums it up."
"Wow, you have a weird love life."
"Amy, you're not exactly one to talk."
"Touché."
"So, what are you gonna do about Ian?"
"I don't know, I just don't know if I can trust him not to hurt me."
"Amy, when Evan cheated on you Ian beat the crap out of him, Ian is always looking at you like you're a goddess and Madison and I stole his diary and believe me he would never hurt you."
"You stole his diary?"
"That's not important. What's important is tha- *BEEP*
"Hey, what was that?"
"That was the phone from the Vespers."
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"Wow, Hamilton. That's crafty. I mean, that's like ninja crafty."
"I know right? Not bad for a Tomas as Sinead would say."
"And you came up with this all by yourself?"
"Yep. I date Elizabeth to make Sinead jealous, Sinead realizes she likes me, she breaks up with Jonah, Elizabeth and I have a mutual break up, I get Sinead and Elizabeth gets Jonah."
"Only one problem."
"What's that?"
"Amy, Sinead, Elizabeth, and Madison are close. I mean, really close."
"So?"
"So, Elizabeth might tell Amy, and Amy will tell Sinead, and then your entire plan will fall apart."
"Did not think of that one."
"Yep, oh by the way, I just blew up your character and now I'm t-bagging him."
"Dude, come on! Not cool man. I put my controller down for one second…"
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"Hey, Nedward."
"Hey, Maddie.
"Don't call me Maddie!"
"Then, don't call me Nedward! That's not even the long version of Ned!"
"Well, then what is the full name for Ned?"
"…"
"Ha."
"You suck."
"Whatever, Nedward."
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"GUYS! PEOPLE! EVERYONE IN THE MANSION WHO IS A CAHILL, GET YOUR BUTTS TO CAHILL COMMAND! AMY GOT A TEXT FROM THE VESPERS! Elizabeth out, bitches. (A/N Guess where I got the Elizabeth out bitches from.)"
Needless to say, shouting over a loud speaker that had been installed in the mansion was a very affective way to get everyone's attention. So, ten minutes later and they were all looking at the tiny phones screen. (A/N I'm also changing the original locations and artifacts that they had to find.)
The message read: Hello Cahills. Before we begin our little game, I would just like to go over some basic rules. And remember, it's not how you play the game; it's whether you win or lose. Rule #1, you will do what we say, when we say it. Rule #2, every time you act out, it will be reflected on the hostages. Rule #3, do not cross us. You will regret it.
Well, now that we have that all sorted out, I would be preparing if I were you. We hold all the cards, but that doesn't mean preparation won't help you stack the deck.
-Vesper 1
The Cahills sat in silence before Elizabeth spoke up.
"I think there's a photo attached." Amy nodded and opened the photo, to reveal the hostages that they expected, and one they didn't. It was a boy of about 17 or 18 with brown hair and slightly familiar features.
"Who is that?" Ian asked what they were all thinking. All except one of them.
"That's my brother." Was all Elizabeth could choke out.