Hello there, readers. New chapter, hot off the press. Enjoyz!

Chloe POV

After the ordeal in the morning and pulling an all-nighter, I hit the sack. I woke up in the afternoon, probably around four or five, judging by the angle of the sun in the window. When I opened my eyes, I found the room in total confusion. I saw our suitcases lying open on the floor, and the closet doors wide open. I grinned when I saw the powdery white coating on everything inside it. I saw Aunt Lauren leaning out the window, shaking a garment out. I looked over and saw Tori sitting upright in her bed, processing the scene in front of her.

"Yes, we're heading out," I heard a masculine voice say, and immediately threw the covers up over me, acting on instinct. I looked up and saw Mr. Bae, and I emitted a tiny "meep". 'Cuz nothing is more awkward than getting a face-full of your boyfriend's dad first thing in the morning. I sat up and stretched.

"So we're packing then? Everything gone? When are we checking out?" I asked him.

"In about an hour or so. Oh, and, I hate to admit it, but that was a good prank this morning. The flour was a nice touch." I grinned, and then mimed brushing off some imaginary specks from my shoulder.

"Yeah, you kind of missed a spot." He looked at it, and then brushed it off. I got up off the bed and went in to the closet. I pulled the big black trash bag I had put my clothes in to protect them from the flour shower (It rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't know it!), out of the back and opened it up. I pulled out all my neatly folded clothes (all three outfits that I had) and stuck them in my suitcase. I took out one outfit and went in to the bathroom with it. I fixed my hair and teeth, and then came back out. I put my bathroom necessities in the bag with my pajamas, and then zipped it up.

"Done!" I proclaimed, smiling happily. Tori gave me a dirty look from the window she was now sharing with Lauren. I smiled evilly and wiggled my fingertips at her, skipping over to the guys' room. I stood out in the hallway, and very quietly, tapped three times on the wall next to the door. Derek came out a second later, and I grinned. We worked out our own little form of Morse code a few days ago before the war (what can I say, I was bored!) and it turns out it was quite effective for those with super-hearing.

"Good morning, fellow pranker," I told him, taking his hand and swinging it between us. We walked down towards the elevators, going to the lobby for a quieter place to talk. When we reached the couch, he moved me so I was half on his lap. I snuggled against his chest, glad for my warm, comfortably shaped wolf guy. Even if he had pink streaks in his hair and it made him look slightly feminine. I sighed happily.

"So where are we going?" I asked him, and he shrugged, entwining his hand with mine.

"Dad didn't say." I smiled.

"That leaves a whole world of possibilities. We could be going to Washington, D.C., see all the presidential stuff, piss off some security guards at the Washington Monument, get chased all around the capital building, incite FBI action, and end in us pulling of the greatest heist ever in an effort to perform the greatest prank ever, and-" He cut me off.

"So you're sure that isn't a screenplay you're writing for an action movie?" he asked, and I heard the smile in his voice.

"You caught me. Well, it's be fun anyways. Or we could be going to Disney World, or go all West Coast and hit up Disney Land, or-" He gave me a cute smile.

"I can totally imagine you going on the Small World ride."

"The only way I would go on that ride was if either a) the world was ending and I had to do it to save us all… you know what, no. Even if it were the apocalypse and I was humanities' only hope of surviving, I'd tell them to go screw themselves and I'd die in an epic explosion along with everyone else. Yeah. Oh and b) if you went on it with me, wearing a pink princess Mickey Mouse hat and holding a giant lollypop. That way, everyone who looked at us would focus on you, and completely ignore me. Because I wouldn't be caught dead on that ride. What were we talking about again?"

"Where we were moving to…"

"Oh yeah." I smiled. "So yeah, I wonder if your dad's going to move us far, what with the whole Simon and his date debacle." He sat back, thinking for a moment.

"We probably will, seeing as he's kind of paranoid. I don't think we'll be moving out of state though." I pouted.

"And here I was, all ready to go on a whirlwind road trip across the country, looking for non-slummy motels to stay in in order to avoid the Edison Group. Dis-a-point-ment!" I stretched the word in to four long syllables. I groaned and buried my head in the crook of his neck.

"This seems a little premature after what we just accomplished this morning, but what should we do for our next prank? We now kind of have a reputation to uphold." I nodded slowly, and then sighed.

"Nothing. But I'll probably come up with something tonight in the car. Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure the others must be about ready to get going by now. We should go up and get our stuff." He stood first, and helped pull me to my feet. He didn't let go of my hand.

Back at the room, my prediction proved true. Lauren was presumably in the bathroom, Tori was just closing her bag when I walked in to the room. She straightened, and appraised me coldly.

"So I suppose we're enemies now," she said, and I nodded.

"For now, it seems."

She sneered. I had forgotten what having Tori as an enemy was like. I was now kind of scared.

"I'll get you back," she told me, and feigning confidence, I laughed. I'm pretty sure I fooled her.

"How? Nothing can top our team!" She glared at me.

"You're going down, and it's going to be by my hand." I could have sworn that she hissed. Just then, Lauren walked in. We both straightened; we had been unconsciously leaning towards each other, eyeing the other.

"Okay, so how about we start taking these down to the car?" She gestured to the suitcases. "Kit's just checking out downstairs." Tori and I nodded, each picking up the handle of our cases. Mine was red with purple decals, and hers was completely hot pink. It almost hurt to look at it. We had gotten them at a bargain store, so I can't exactly say we had a ton of choice.

On the way down the hallway, I noticed a trail of ash that led to a cigarette butt. I wrinkled my nose.

"Damn, that's nasty," I muttered under my breath, and was shot a look by my aunt.

"What? Damn isn't a curse!" I said, and she just kept her glare up. I sighed heavily.

"Alright, sorry," I said. Downstairs, I saw Mr. Bae leaning against the lobby desk, intent on his conversation. I lugged my suitcase outside while Aunt Lauren went up to Mr. Bae and started talking to him. Probably telling him about me and my potty mouth. Pfft, adults these days.

At the car, I was met by Tori and Simon. The latter immediately started forward, as though to offer to put my suitcase in, but then recognized that it was me, and drew back. Apparently, insult trumps chivalry. Good to know, dude.

I heaved my bag in the back of the van and went back inside the motel lobby, followed by Tori. My devious little mind immediately came up with something, and of course, I had to do it. The adults were done dealing with the front desk guy, and they were just sorting out some last minute stuff amongst themselves. I sauntered up to the guy as best I could and put on a, God help me, simpering face that I hope I'll never have to wear. Ever.

"Hey, there," I murmured, and watched his obvious grin.

"So your reward for helping us last night?" I watched his eager nod, and then beckoned him forward a little. I could smell his breath, and he definitely needed a Tic-Tac or something, 'cuz his breath stank! (AN: Shrek reference!)

"You see that girl over there?" I discreetly pointed to Tori, popping a gum bubble and examining her nails. I watched the expression on the guys face change straight to appraising, then approval.

"She is so in to you. Like, you wouldn't even know. She won't shut up about you! You should talk to her; see if you can get her number. And she's told me that a little smooch from your direction wouldn't be too unwanted, if you get my meaning…" He winked at me and slicked his hair back, checking his appearance in a conveniently placed mirror. I then walked over to Tori and told her that the desk guy wanted to apologize for something. She cocked an eyebrow, looking confused, but I just told her to go over. Giving me a weird look, she went anyways.

At that convenient moment, hubby came down. I beckoned him over and he stood against the wall with me. I tugged his shoulder down close to me.

"I just told front-desk-guy that Tori is in to him," I muttered quickly, and watched the ghost of a smile play behind Derek's impassive mask. I turned back to the scene in front of me. I watched as Tori leaned in, then bristled, and then gasped. I chuckled as she slapped the guy, flipped him off, and then walked away, steaming. She came up to me, considered smacking me too (I saw it in her eyes, she was serious), and then decide against it when Derek loomed over her. She snarled something unintelligible under her breath and walked out the doors of the lobby. Lauren and Kit looked confused, but they always looked confused, so it was no big deal.

I grabbed Derek's hand and dragged him up to the desk with me. I smiled sweetly at the guy as I delivered my final lines to him.

"That was your first tip. Don't believe everything anyone tells you. Here's your second: get a life, mama's boy." With a satisfying "I've just been served" look on the guys face, I turned tail and walked proudly out the door, Derek tagging alongside me.

At the car, Tori gave me hate eyes and Simon looked like he wanted to know what had happened but didn't want to ask. I clued him in as I got myself settled with Derek in the backseat. Since he was a big guy, he claimed the middle seat and one of the side seats. I was in the other end seat, but I leaned against my big, wolfy pillow.

"So then she bitch-slapped him, flipped him off, and walked away." I finished, and Simon chuckled, eliciting a glare from Tori.

"When are we gonna get going?" I whined aloud, and Derek nudged my side.

"Be patient. Even though they are taking forever and an hour to come out here. Probably deciding where we're gonna go to." I nodded, thinking along the same lines. Ten minutes later, they finally came out of the motel, and we hit the freeway. We drove for an hour, then two, and I figured we must be heading out of state. We were heading southeast, and I consulted the atlas sitting next to me. He told me that there was Pennsylvania, and then New Jersey. I grinned in the darkness- it was about 7:30 or so.

"Hitting the Jersey Shore," I said, and he smiled vaguely. Eh, probably didn't get the reference.

After a while, we stopped at a drive-thru fast food restaurant. We all ordered our food and ate on the road. A few more hours after that, and it was around 11. Over half the passengers now had to use the little supernaturals' room. Kit turned in to an all night convenience store, and we all scrambled out. When I had finished, I came out to find Derek at the slushie counter. I pulled out my wallet and checked how much I had, and then decided to get one too. I filled up a cup with the cherry one, and stuck a straw in it. I walked to the counter and paid. We headed back in to the car.

"What'd you get?" I asked him, sucking down some of mine.

"Coke. You?"

"Cherry. Can I try a bit?" He nodded and passed over his drink, and I did likewise. I took a sip, nodded appreciatively, and then handed it back. We were the only ones in the car; the others were still doing whatever. Derek beside me suddenly tensed, and I sat up, wondering if he heard something.

"I have an idea," he whispered, though he didn't need to. His grin was a flash of white in the dim lighting.

"Do elaborate," I told him, smiling myself. He related his plan in hushed tones, and I cracked up, thinking of the results. Nodding, I told him we should do it. We got out of the car and headed back in to the store. Derek got out his phone and I told him to record this, because it was so going on the internet. We were going to go so viral; we would be such legends, Bill.

I walked in to the bathroom and found Lauren at the sink, washing up. I approached her, smiling.

"Aunt Lauren, can I see your purse? I think I left my iPod car charger in there." She nodded easily, not seeing my plan.

"Sure. Why don't you head back to the store with it, I'll be out in a second, I'm about done here anyways." I nodded, and then headed out. I motioned to Derek to get the tests, and he did. I handed him the purse and he planted them in there. I buried them at the bottom, and the hitched the big black affair over my shoulder. When Lauren came out, I handed it back to her, saying that I must have packed it away in my suitcase. She nodded unconcernedly.

At that moment, Kit and Simon came out of the guys' room, so we all started walking out. Derek was discreetly filming us as he walked behind us, under the pretense of texting. As Lauren walked out the door first, an alarm went off, and the clerk, who had previously been sitting and filing her nails, jumped up and ran towards Lauren. My aunt looked shocked, looking around as if someone else had done it.

"Ma'am, have you stolen anything from here?" she demanded, and Lauren shook her head, looking perplexed.

"May I see your purse?" she asked, and Lauren relinquished it easily. The woman rummaged around in it for a moment before coming up with three different brands of pregnancy tests. I began to hold in my laughter as I watched the scene culminate.

Lauren turned completely beet red.

Kit looked shocked and worried. Oh my God, please don't tell me! No, not even going there! Ah, my brain!

Simon looked incredulous and amused.

Tori looked like she was holding in laughter too, though she looked kind of concerned.

Derek looked unaffected, but on the inside, I knew he was cracking up, filming all the reactions silently.

Another redheaded woman in the store looked at us like a bunch of weirdoes, stealing things from a cheapo convenience store in the middle of the night.

I suppose I looked innocent- at least, that was what I was trying for.

Lauren sputtered and coughed, red-faced, trying to figure out what had happened. The woman just kept looking at her, tapping her foot against the linoleum, waiting to hear her story.

After 10 minutes Lauren trying to tell us what had happened, everyone actually believed the lie. Like the most unlikely thing to happen, seriously. They all thought Lauren was trying to sneak the tests, even though she maintained that I had planted them. I shook my head, looking shocked, playing the "Innocent Little Chloe" act and no one giving it a second glance. Yes, mission accomplished! However, I knew Lauren would make my life hell after this, so…

Surprisingly, the clerk did not call the po-po or anything, but made Lauren pay for the tests and a little extra for not calling the cops. She gladly paid, glaring at me the whole time.

Back in the car, I returned gladly to my slushie and watched the video, with headphones, on Derek's phone. It was as hilarious as it had been in person. I sent it to my Youtube channel and uploaded it. I told Derek we'd just wait for it to go viral. I yawned and leaned back, snuggling my head right where it fit perfectly- between his head and his shoulders. He wrapped an arm around me, and I fell asleep like that.

Hey. Yeah, another late update. Sue me.

A few things:

1. Yes, I'm aware that this was short and not as good. It's late and there's a whiney dog at my feet. Can you blame me? Next one'll be better w/ better pranks, pinkie promise :)

2. I received some good ideas for a team name for Chloe and Derek, but indecisive me couldn't pick one. So I've put up a poll with the ideas, and you guys, my readers, get to pick your favorite one. The user that came up with it will not show up in the poll, obviously, but just know that you'll get credit if you win. 2nd and 3rd will get kudos too :) GO VOTE IN MY POLL PEOPLES!

4. It's raining! It like never rains where I be! Haha I just wanna go out and dance :) (Yes, I'm aware it's four. I'm a rebel.)

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