Hey! So I thought about updating… debated it… and then I did it! Incredible, huh?

Enjoiz da chaptah & NEW POV!

Tori POV

I was so sick of this pranking! Chloe and Derek and their little alliance… it was driving me crazy! First, Derek and the Justin Bieber clothes, then the both of them with the domino series prank, and then the damn bugs! It was the last straw. I was officially going to start a prank group with Simon, because there was no other sensible say to resist and retaliate.

I pushed myself off my bed, checking for the thousandth time that evening for any bugs. No one before today had known about my phobia of bugs, but now it was out. Any kind of crawlie scared me shitless, most definitely.

I checked the time as I walked over to the guys' room. Just past eleven. I was assuming Kit was still in his shower, as he had been for the past hour. Now he was an acute case of a fear of bugs. Seriously, he had been clawing at his skin like a meth addict long after the insects were gone. Derek was absent from the room, as Chloe had been from ours. They were probably out celebrating their victory.

Simon was sitting on his bed, dejectedly flipping through a magazine. He looked up when he heard my approaching footsteps, and then let his head fall back to his page. He sighed.

"What do you want, Tori?" he muttered, and I scowled.

"No need to act like I'm the one who made a bug breeding store in the middle of your room. I'm here to propose a compromise." He looked up, now slightly intrigued.

"A compromise? Coming from you, it sounds like it could only be beneficial to one party." My frown deepened.

"Don't be so skeptical. I think we should join as a pranking group to offset Chloe and Derek's group." He sat up fully now, magazine forgotten.

"Are you serious? Or, like, on drugs or something?" I sighed deeply.

"I am entirely serious. I want to join with you in a group, meaning having your back and not stabbing it. Or would you prefer to let your brother and his girlfriend dominate the playing field and level everybody else on it?" Put that way, he seemed to actually consider the offer. He let out a gust of air; a long, whiney one.

"Is this seriously the only option less apart from laying down and taking the heat?" I nodded, muttering an affirmative. He looked to the ceiling, as if praying for protection.

"Okay then. I, Simon, do swear upon-," he paused, looking for something to swear upon. "Okay. I swear upon this magazine to join in a pranking group with you, Tori, until I have due reason to break it. Due reason as determined by me, that is." I gave him a withering look.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

I pulled up a chair from the table and chair set in the middle of the room, and pulled it up, resting my feet on the edge of his bed.

"So what's our first prank gonna be, smart guy?" I snapped, and he immediately launched in to a speech.

"Well, I've been turning over an idea for a prank for a while, but I couldn't do it alone." I leaned forward, motioning for him to go on.

"Well, Chloe and Derek are doubtless exhausted by their little pranks, right? Well, when tired enough, Derek has been known to sleep through a fire alarm, even with his wolf hearing." I raised an eyebrow at this.

"Alright, with a little help from a Nyquil Extra Strength. That's some serious shit. Anyways. So I was thinking, why not psyche them out while they're in dreamland? If they're both deeply enough asleep, there's really nothing that can't be accomplished!" I nodded slowly to this.

"So wait, you're saying…"

"Unnerving changes in the hotel room, to their faces, anything! Not so subtle, yet thoroughly unsettling. We have to make it look like we didn't do anything, and make them think it's a product of their own imagination." I gave a smirk.

"So there really is some form of a brain behind that giant, empty-looking egg on your shoulders." He frowned.

"Was that a complement or an insult?" I shrugged.

"Pick your poison."

We decided to pull the prank the following night. That gave us a lot of time to plan. But we were careful to let no one know of the new alliance, taking our conversation to the stairwell when Kit finished his shower. No one would bug us there, and any asshole we encountered wouldn't really be a match for a witch and a sorcerer. We brainstormed for most of the night, and we returned to our respective rooms when we were finished, each grinning darkly at the thought of the inevitable mayhem we were to cause. Finally, the pranksters get what the pranksters deserve.

I awoke around 11 the next morning, and immediately checked for any possible pranks, even though the effort was mostly futile. But nope, apparently they has taken the evening off, instead probably canoodling in some forest for the dark hours. They had gotten in late, much to Lauren's tsk tsking.

Simon was ready to go out, and five minutes later, I was too. We headed out to the pharmacy and got a box or two of the potent knock-out pills. Simon wasn't sure how fast they'd burn off of Derek, what with his metabolism, but he supposed it'd take quite a lot to injure him.

We also picked up a couple of cheap furniture sliders, because there was no way in hell I'd be doing heavy lifting. I popped in to a store and purchased a colored hair spray, approximated to be darker than Chloe's hair.

We brought the stuff back, and I snuck it in to my room, as Lauren was checking out the beach with Chloe, and Derek and Kit were occupying the other room.

Now, all we had to do was wait. We went down to the lobby, not wanting to sit around in the room for long. But that failed soon enough, so we just went back out. Simon drew vaguely on a sketchpad, mapping out some of the changes we would do.

For Chloe, we were actually going to flip the entire room around. It'd take quite a bit of work, and almost certainly Lauren's knowing consent, but the reaction would be priceless. I had been all for moving her mattress up to the roof, "The Hangover" style, but Simon had said the hotel manager probably wouldn't be too happy about that. Same for adults. Ditto Derek.

Derek's room was going to be completely changed in design. How? Why, a little convincing, and a promise of reaction pictures had convinced the new front desk guy to loan us the furniture of another room for a while. The only thing that would need to be cleaned was the bedspread!

In addition, there would be a few changes in appearance. Chloe's now blonde hair was to be colored ("barely there" colored hair spray) just a few shades darker than normal, and Derek's pants: a little shorter than normal.

Down the street, I noticed a tall, creepy guy leaning against the side of the building, staring towards me. I looked to my right, and realized that Simon was no longer there. Oh, come on! Seriously, where could he have gone? I huffed a sigh inside my head, and continued walking straight, determined not to let this guy unnerve me. As I approached him, I noticed a strange little smirk on his face.

When I finally reached him, he called out to me, though I was mentally praying for him not to. I kept walking, keeping my face forward, set on not acknowledging him. To my dismay, he walked forward, keeping pace with me. He took one long stride in front of me and blocked my way.

Looking around, I noticed that we were in a fairly unpopulated part of town, and there weren't any pedestrians (don't think "witnesses") around. I then looked up and met his look head on, sneering up at him.

"Yes?" I demanded, hand going to my hip. Intimidating people, though not so useful in this particular situation, was a talent of mine, and damn if I wasn't going to use it! My lip curled, and my eyes narrowed. His expression remained unchanged.

"Hey, girlie," he said with the same smirk on his face, like he thought he was so bad. He hadn't messed with Tori Enright before, that much was obvious.

"Yeah, dickhead?" I snapped, wanting to get this over with and use a binding spell already. His smirk just grew wider.

"You ever hang around with a guy like me before? It's more fun than you'd think." He delivered his line perfectly, complete with the disgusting wink tacked on at the end. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'd assume that hanging out with a skuzzy pimp all day is about as much fun as cleaning the gum out from underneath the tables at a cheap ass McDonalds in the ghetto." Despite my show of sarcastic defiance, he looked sure that he was going to get what he wanted. Bastard.

"No, really, you should try it. Here, I'll take you out for a spin." His hand was on my arm in a death grip before his sentence was over. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing through my nose.

"Did your ass-wiping, crack-dealing hand just touch my perfectly tanned arm without my express written permission, sir?" I asked slowly, with controlled calm. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning openly.

"Yes ma'am, I think I just d-" He never finished his sentence. He flew back and hit the wall with a tremendous bang, and slumped in a heap to the ground. I used the side of my jeans to wipe any nasty street germs that douche bag was undoubtedly carrying. A rustle brought my attention back to the wall he hit.

Douche bag was getting to his feet, looking pissed. I sighed as he opened his mouth again, and I flicked my fingers almost lazily at him. He stood, frozen, rocking slightly side to side but not falling. I approached as close as I dared, not wanting to come close enough to smell his stinky ass.

I smiled as sweetly as I could while I delivered my sugarcoated lines. He had nothing to do but stand there and listen to me, glaring through icy cold, hate-filled eyes.

"Number one. You're never going to get any girls if you keep up that demeanor. Really, try using soap every week or so. No one likes a guy who looks, smells, and acts like a homeless person who's been living in the gutter for most of their life." I gave a short giggle, and then returned to my speech.

"Two. You obviously have some sort of history with drugs, and I would definitely advise getting help for that. Really, those things will turn your brain in to a pile of dog shit. Oops, sorry, it's too late. It already is a pile of dog shit!" Another giggle, sugary smile with malice hidden beneath it. My entire being changed with the third part.

"Three. If you ever touch, think about touching, or think about thinking about touching anyone, myself included, in any way, shape, or form, I'd suggest being a bit gentler. Also, be straightforward with your motives. A girl less dense than me might confuse you for a nice, friendly guy. And let's face it, even your mother, whose basement you're currently living in, knows you're anything but a nice guy." And with that, I walked behind him, and using the toe of my boot, I kicked him over on to his face. Call me a bitch, but that's self defense… I think. Whatever.

I turned back the way I had come, now too pissed to think about the upcoming prank in a few hours. Halfway down the second block, a familiar blonde head showed up. I glowered at Simon as he fell in to step beside me.

"Where were you?" I hissed at him. He took a step back, away from me, hands held up in a defensive posture.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Oh, nothing, just a freaking attempted abduction and rape, thanks for asking!" Simon looked shocked and apologetic.

"Sorry, I just stepped in to the bookstore for a minute, I told you that, I thought you heard. I figured you'd be fine for a few minutes, no problems…" His voice trailed off as my eyes bored in to him.

"Well, I'm fine now, after I went all kung fu kid on his ass, but-" He cut me off.

"Please tell me you in no way permanently injured him." he pleaded. I snorted.

"Any act I did was in self defense. And no, I didn't injure him, except maybe his face… a little bit." Simon sighed, and then looked at me.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright, and I'm sorry for leaving you." he told me. I nodded.

"Alright then. Let's go get ready for that prank."

That evening, we were ordering takeout, late. We were eating in the guy's room. Our drinks were sodas from the mini-fridge. Simon volunteered to go get them, and put them in glasses with ice. I had hidden the pill boxes in the closet by the kitchenette, and told Simon where they were. He dissolved two pills each in to two glasses, and then added another two to one of them to be safe. He brought them all over, carefully keeping track of the drugged ones. The Nyquil was supposed to have at least half an hour reaction delay, perfect for our purpose.

The moment dinner was done, I noticed both Chloe and Derek's eyes were drooping. They both excused themselves for bed, which wasn't too suspicious, given the time. The second I heard Derek's snores, I motioned for Simon to start talking.

Quickly, he explained to Kit how we were pranking the two, and how we needed then to vacate the rooms for the night. Kit looked incredulous, as did Lauren, but then Simon suggested going bar-hopping and handed each a map of the city listing popular bars. Lauren continued to glare at him, but Kit appraised the list, nodding at a few of them. A couple of minutes later, Kit had convinced her to go with him, and they had pulled on their jackets and left.

"I am as surprised as you are that that idea worked," Simon muttered, pulling the spare room key out of his pocket.

"Derek first?" I inquired.

"Yeah. The sleeping pills probably wont work as strongly for long on him." He went across the hall, one box of furniture sliders clutched in his hand, while I set to preparing the current room for Sleeping Beauty. In a few minutes, I had the ugly brown dressed halfway out the door, when there was an echoing yell from the hallway.

"Simon, what the hell?" I called from behind the furniture. I just heard a continued screech.

"You ran over my damn toe with that thing!"

"It's on sliders, how is that even possible?"

"I don't know, you tell me!" There was a slight thumping from the hallway, almost as if he were jumping up and down on one foot.

"Baby," I spat through the doorway. Just then, there came a loud snort and a rustle from the direction of Derek's bed. Simon must have heard it too, because he abruptly shut up. For a full minute we held our breath, wondering if he would wake up and botch our entire plan. But he fell fast asleep once again, apparently, and we continued moving.

Eventually, we had replaced the furniture in his room with all new ones, leaving nothing behind to indicate the switch. Derek would just have to assume that he had mistaken the color scheme of the room, because there was no way we'd be able to change it.

Next, I sent Simon in to Derek's closet with a pair of scissors, instructing him to neatly cut the pants in a way that looked natural. Not hard, because the hems of all his pants were frayed already. I told him to cut about 2 to 3 inches, enough that Derek would notice.

I went in to Chloe's room. I went up to her and jostled her shoulder. She didn't wake. I yelled to the room at large. No response. I took that as safe to begin changing it up.

I took a mental snapshot of the room, and then flipped it. I made a mirror image of the room, or as close to it as I could get. I then determined where everything had to be moved. Using the furniture sliders, I managed to rearrange the bed and dresser. By that time, Simon came in, and he did the rest of the heavy moving. I set to work on her hair.

Getting the spray in without hitting her face or the bedclothes was tougher than expected. I ended up framing her face with a towel and spraying her hair that way. I stood back to admire my handiwork when I was done. I noticed her eyebrows belied her new hair, so I put a little spray on each of those too.

It was around 10 in the evening when they were drugged, and the pills were good for at least 8 hours, so we had until 6. I wanted to sleep, but Simon wanted to stay awake. I told him to wake me up before they did, because I wanted to see their reactions firsthand. He agreed, and my head hit the pillow a moment later.

When I awoke, it was to Simon's face leaning over me, and I instinctively recoiled.

"Gah! Don't do that! You know, you could give someone a heart attack with a face as ugly as that this early in the morning!" I whisper-yelled at him. He scowled at me. He tossed a camera on the bed and told me to get ready, because they were already starting to stir. We each hid in a secluded corner of each room, Simon with his brother and I with Chloe.

Soon enough, Blondie started to wake up, slowly and painfully from the meds. As she blinked her eyes sleepily, I began snapping the photos. She was still too out of it to notice the slight sound of it, or even notice the room around her yet. But she soon did, and her brow furrowed as she took it in. She cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy, taking in the room around her. She clutched the blankets to her chest suddenly, realizing that the room was flipped. Hesitantly, she got to her feet, still looking around. She tiptoed around carefully, as thought she were in a spy movie and she had been kidnapped and taken to a hidden location. I wanted to bust up so freaking bad, but I resisted the urge. She came around to the front door of the room, trying to orient herself.

At that moment, the door flew open, and Chloe shrieked like a banshee. Her shriek was accompanied by another, and I vaulted myself over the bed to catch who it was. My jaw dropped to the ground.

Lauren was standing in the doorway, screaming her head off. But that wasn't why I was so shocked. She was piss-drunk. That was obvious even from over here. Her hair was a mess, she was wobbling even in stillness, and the final cinching piece of evidence: there were two open beers in her hands, one presumably Kit's.

Chloe finally ran out of air, and realized who it was. Lauren, now giggling, smiled dreamily at her from her slumped position on the doorframe. Quick, emergency audio/video capture device recorder change! I grabbed the video camera from the side table and had it running in a second flat, wanting to catch every glorious moment of Drunk Lauren.

The confusion registered on Chloe's face as she took in her inebriated relation.

"Aunt Lauren?" she asked her, the room drama behind her temporarily forgotten. Lauren cocked her head in the other direction, still smiling.

"Hi Chloe, darling," she slurred, bottle slanting downward. She lifted it to her lips and took a long sip, and wiped her mouth with her hand. Chloe frowned. She took her aunt by the arm and pulled her in to the room. She was in the process of turning around when she noticed me perched on the arm of the sofa, recording her every move.

The grating cry that she emitted this time was a little worse. I clapped my free hand to my mouth to stifle my giggles as both females flipped out. I grinned beneath my hand, faithful video camera catching every delicious moment. I whispered some words quietly in to the speaker of the device.

"Stay awake, 'cuz dreams only last for a night."

POLL WINNER: Azul Fire-Belly, with "SASDOBKA", standing for Super Awesome Supernatural Duo of Butt-Kicking Awesomeness!

Second place: .X KissedByADemon .X, with "Team Chlerek".

Third: Suzi1811, with "Ghost Walkers".

Thanks everybody for your input, which was very much appreciated :) The names shall be used in the next chapter, up whenever I feel like posting :P

So… an update… pretty rare, huh? Anybody get the All Time Low reference? Right at the end? Also in the title? Yeah, whatever. The whole Stay Awake thing… yeah… leave your opinion! Even if you only came to bitch at me, I wanna hear it! Review, please :)