First things first, I came out with a new Good Luck Charlie one-shot called Speak Now that I recommend you guys to read. It kind of has a bunch of different couples in it and is set a few years into the future. Also a song fic to the Taylor Swift song. So check that out.

The next two or three chapters of this story are briefly planned and drafted because I want to get them out before my vacation because I'll be busy and don't want you to think I've dropped writing these chapters completely. I realized that this may seem a little bit like a filler type of chapter, and it is a little. But, oh well.

Chase's Pov

It was Saturday already. Christine had warned me last night that her dad was going to have her under heavy survallience and I assured her that it was probably going to be the same with me.

The morning started out pretty normal (aside from the breakfast that was three times as awkward than usual). By the time Davenport was positive I wasn't planning anything suspicious that involved Christine, Bree had taken off to Trina and Rachel's (claiming to be really busy with a school project-I really need some help to get this done, and I've already checked-it's not cheating).

I was just staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what I was going to get Christine for an anniversary gift. Maybe it was because I've never liked surprises or because I really just wanted to know, but somehow I kept trying to convince myself I couldn't get her something without knowing what she was getting me.

"Later peoples," Adam called as he started for the door. I watched him as I dragged myself into a sitting position.

"Where are you going?" I asked suspiciously. All Adam did on weekends is hog the training equipment and whine about wanting a pet pig.

Adam turned at the last minute to answer. "Me and my partner have to do some history project on the 'Leaning Tower of Pizza," he said with a shrug before opening the door. "Meeting at the library."

I flopped back onto the couch, not even bothering to correct his mistake of the landmark name or his grammar and just listened to him holler a good-bye and slam the door shut behind him, making me wince. Once I was alone again, I continued to stare up at the ceiling, a hand slipping into my pocket and fingering the edge of the folded notebook paper. It slipped out, being held between my index and middle finger. The paper was smoothed and unwrinkled against my torse before I brought it up and examined it.

"What is that?" Leo asked, seemingly popping out of nowhere. He leaned over the back of couch, his head nearly hitting against the picture. "Is that for Christine?" Leo asked against, his voice quieter because of the pointed look I shot at him. So what if I was being a little too paranoid? I had every right too.

"Hey!" I shouted, alarmed, as Leo snatched the picture away from me and held it up into the light. It wasn't a lot, just sketch my idea that I saw online. The long bronze chain looked stronge and delicate at the same time as it dipped down from the weight of the heart shaped locket. The locket itself was the main part with the diamond swan gracefully spreading its wings, captured in mid flight. "Can't you mind your own business for once?" I said, less annoyed and more anxious for the piece of paper back.

Leo shrugged and folded it back into fourths before tossing it to me. "If you're going to the mall for whatever you're planning to do with that," he started, "then I'm coming with you." The idea of Leo coming to mall-and a huge one with more jewelry stores than comic book havens, no less- was so far-fetched, it didn't seem very likely for him to go willingly.

"Are you turning into a spy too?" I warily eyed him, looking for any peeking wires to confirm his betrayal.

Leo huffed. "Janelle is still mad about the whole 'ditching her at the movies' thing," he exaggerated, using dramatic finger quotations to emphasize his frustration. "I figured if she wasn't going to listen me, then bribery should do it."

I snorted and started toward the door, Leo on my heels, until thudding footfalls coming down the stairs froze me in my tracks.

"What are you two doing?" Mr. Davenport asked. I knew it was him before even turning around. "Or should I say where are you going?" With each spoken word, he took a step closer. By now, He'd moved from the staircase completely and settled for questioning us from behind the couch, gripping the white material in his fists.

Leo shot me a frantic side-ways glance. I shrugged and buried my hand deep into my pockets, leaning against the our only means of escape from the interrogation. "It's our friend's birthday," I recited, remembering a list of excuses Bree supplied to me in case of an emergency like this ever happening. "We're trying to find her something nice, but when we checked online, the prices were too high so we're going to check in the stores for lower sale prices or some clearance stuff."

Mr. Davenport squinted. I stared back, gaze as hard and as blank as ever. Finally, he just shook his head and dismissed us with a wave of his hand. When his back was turned and his started walking away again, Leo silently fist pumped the air as I urged him out the door.

Bree's Pov

"Why can't you just tell me?" Christine whined. She'd been doing this since I got there, attacking me with 'why not's' and 'so what's" about what Chase was getting her for the anniversary. "I need to know something about it or I will die!"

I rolled my eyes and hit on of her dangling legs from where they were carelessly thrown over the arm of a leather love seat. I was taking up most of the matching couch, leaning against the arm and staring crookedly at the flashing TV. "Does it really matter what he gets you?" I inquired for the umpteenth time; I'd only been there for an hour and it felt like a century with the non-stop whining on Christine's part.

While Christine gave me the whole bug-eyed ordeal, I considered briefly what I was even doing here in the first place. I'm up to my hairline in homework, been slacking (slightly, but still slacking) in training, and was going against orders of Mr. Davenport. But still, it wasn't a complete lie. I was at Trina and Rachel's, we were working on a project-an important one at that-, and we were all present: Rachel laying on the coffee table, Trina on her stomach, flipping through a magazine, and Christine and I were still in the middle of our bickering session.

"Of course it matters!" Christine crooned, kicking my hanging arm mockingly. "How am I supposed to know what to get him when I do't know if even compares to what he's getting me?"

Rachel let out a loud, uneccessary groan. "I need to go to the bathroom," she annouced randomly, but stayed stretched out, socked feet thudding against the floor.

I quirked an eyebrow. "Then get up and go," I told her. "It's not like you don't know where it is."

Rachel groaned again and whipped her head around the face me. "But I don't want to get up," she whined childishly. "The bathroom's too far away."

"Your laziness and stupidity to even use your legs is pathetic, 'Lil Sis," Trina added from the floor, giving Rachel a shove. "Just get off your butt and pee already. It's not like you're missing anything thrilling." The oldest teen thrusted her head in the direction of the TV. "Dr. Phil's on commercial break."

Finally, Rachel just huffed and crossed her arms, sprinting to the bathroom as if she didn't want to miss a minute of even when he's on break.

"Hey," Chrisitne exclaimed suddenly, her voice sounding way more loud and excited than usual. She scrambled to sit up straighter while still managing to slouch and looked at me with a sudden new glint. "What's the name of that show Chase's always obsessing about? Flipper something, right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, something to do with dolphins and science and stuff like that," I agreed, thumping my head against the couch.

"You mean Shark Man & Flipper Boy?" Trina suggested, so caught up in a make-up quiz she didn't notice our shocked faces until she looked up when hearing the sudden silence. Instead of getting overly offended or making a dramatic mess of out nothing, Trina just shrugged and flipped to another page. "What? A girl can learn a lot of stuff when babysitting for two science crazy nine year-olds."

Christine snapped her fingers. "Yeah," she bursted excitedly. "That's the one." In fierce motions that seemed to blur, she grabbed Rachel laptops and clicked away at the keyboard. "I know exactly what I'm going to do."

Rachel sprinted back to her coffee table and slipped right back on, a stolen cookie from the fresh plate on the table beside me in her hand and partically her mouth. She groaned intolerant words when she noticed she missed a part of Dr. Phil-a very important five seconds, that must of been, too-but said nothing of her laptop taken or the loud sighing and page turning coming from her sister.

"What are you doing?" I asked my brunette friend, watching type away and burn holes through the screen.

Christine shrugged and glanced at me for a milisecond. "Are you going to tell me what he's getting me?"

"Nope."

"Rats!"

Chase's Pov

The mall was as busy as I hoped it would be. There were was a good side and a bad side to this. The good side: Leo and me would be camoflouged from spies in the big groups of people taking up the gapes between stores; the bad side: We wouldn't be able to tell who was watching us more closely than others.

"This place fancy shamncy," Leo whistled as we entered the newest jewelry store, Crystal Kisses. I found the name to be very cheesy and absured, but didn't say anything I looked from display case to display case. "Are you sure you're going to be able to afford the stuff they have here? I was just going to get Janelle some candy necklaces and maybe a thing of ChapStick."

I shrugged at his cheap nature and leaned closer to examine a expensive twine of pearls and diamonds.

"Can I help you with something?"

Jumping and nearly hurting myself on the case, I spun to face a tall African-American man with a tipped fedora perched on his head. He seemed nice enough, smiling as if working with gold and diamonds was his life.

My hand went into my pocket and nervously handed him the well-creased paper. "Do you have this available?"

He rubbed his lips together and scratched his stubbled face. "Ah." I wrinkled my nose at the way he said that, it sounding way to admiring for it to seem friendly. "The vintage collection. Number 709. Quite a beauty it is, indeed."

I gripped the cool steel edge of the counter I was leaning on as he strode into a back room. He approached only minutes later with a velvet square box in hand. The motion was fluid as he tossed in the air, the graceful effect ruined when it barely landed in my clumsy catch.

"So what's this for?" When I saw him lean against the other side, I caught a quick glance at his name tag. Murry. Good name, at least it fit his jazzy like image. "Birthday? Tough break-up? Tragic accident?"

I shook my head at his quick list of events. "Actually, Murry." I kept a close eye on the box in front of me. "Would this work for an anniversary?"

Like I said, this is really more of a filler chapter than anything. I wanted to put some humor in the sotryline as well since the last few chapters had been so serious and dramatic. And if you see a word spelt wrong or something, it's only because I was sitting next to a big, old-smelling dictionary and was looking for some new words to use.

Before I start working on the next chapter, I'm going to try and publish a Bree/Chase one-shot because I've already started working on it and getting some advice from WritersWayOfLife. (So sorry if I spelt that wrong.)

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