By the end of this chapter, you will hate me.

Tori POV

"Tori! This was completely unacceptable and irresponsible! I can't believe you…" I yawned lazily, picking at my nails as Lauren continued to chew me out for my posting of her inebriated alter-ego on my blog. It was possibly one of the best moves of my blogging career. My viewer rate had soared like it never had before.

Finally getting tired of her nasally voice piercing my little bubble of self-congratulation, I looked her coldly in the eye.

"It was your choice to get drunk off your ass. I had already been holding a video camera. What ensued was only too predictable. You're just embarrassed that the world now knows a blurred out drunk woman that you share a face with." Satisfied with my retort and her gaping-fish look of shock, I rose off the couch and walked in to the other room.

Simon was sitting on his bed, still grinning like a fool at our amazing prank. His hands were behind his head, and his expression was one of dreamy recollection. He turned his head when I walked in, and he even smiled at me. Whoa, I didn't think the high of victory would be this bad.

Derek POV

I had an idiotic moron for a brother. And he had an idiotic moron for a half-sister. What part of changing a werewolf's room around had seemed like a brilliant idea? Freaking Nobel prize winner, that one was. Add to that a smashed Kit, and you have cooked up the recipe to the end of the world. All of this had made me very pissed off, to say the least. And what do werewolves do when they're pissed off?

Tear shit up.

My snarl echoed through the clearing as I attacked yet another defenseless tree/enemy, my claws shredding the bark like it was paper. I huffed frustrated breaths through my elongated snout, suddenly whipping back around and pouncing back on it, not giving it the chance to strike me while my back was turned. Ha. Enemy defeated. You're dead. The tree seemed to deflate rather sadly, the trunk bending and the leaves softly hitting the ground. I leaped off it.

I sat back on my haunches and mentally weighed the environmental costs of playing bulldozer one more time. Remember Derek, deforestation in the rainforests…

Before I could be tempted to rid the world of another tree-turned-gun-toting-killer, I sprang from my spot and in to the denser foliage.

The forest seemed to turn to twilight in a blink of an eye, but it posed no problem to me. I could still see as if every leaf were highlighted in infrared. I ran for what seemed like hours, never slowing for a second.

Then, I remembered that running from your problems does nothing.

I turned on a dime, missing a tree by literally a hair's width, and sprang back in to the shadows.

Mental GPS: … turn slightly left in, 5, seconds…

I reached the clearing, and threw myself down on the grass. Dammit, I was going to have to talk to Chloe about retaliation.

Chloe POV

I stared at the crimson mess in the mirror, wondering how the pranking could have gone to fun and innocent to disturbing. Derek and I would have to up our game. But really, who came up with the idea to flip the room around and make me think I had gone completely insane? Also, my newly red hair, which I thought was pretty bad when black, turned out to be even worse than before. Gee, thanks Tori.

But seriously. Waking up to a completely flipped room had freaked me out. Comparing it to the mental image I had before of the room, I had come to either of two conclusions: 1, I had been kidnapped and taken to another room in the hotel, or 2, I had completely lost it. Huffed one too many Sharpies. Sent the brain on a permanent vacation to Loonyville. In fact, I had been so out of it that I hadn't even noticed Tori snapping photos like she had just caught Oprah making out with Prince William on a French gondola being rowed by Johnny Depp, while Britney Spears and Kate Middleton watched from another boat.

…

What? Too exaggerated?

But the worst part of the prank was Lauren, who actually wasn't really even part of the prank, just an added bonus. I have never seen her drink in my life, and when she had stumbled in that morning… ugh, I shuddered just to think about it. It was almost enough to make me want to swear off alcohol once it was even an option to me. But then I remembered that I possibly had Tori to live with later, and reconsidered.

Anyways, this prank had been completely bizarre and creepy. No way was I just going to let them get away with freaking the crap out of me. But how to get the perfect revenge?

Simon POV

Ah, life was good! I had just pulled a rather excellent prank on my brother and his girlfriend, though I had to team up with a not-so-excellent chick to do it. Eh, win some, lose some. Also, I had gotten the last Dr. Pepper from the fridge! Hell yeah! But on the downside, I expected a very terrifying retaliation from the prankees.

As I sat on my bed thinking, my mind traveled to thoughts of Kit. He had literally fallen in to the room last night, taking a lamp and a few cushions with him in all his destroyed glory. He had given poor Derek quite a fright, and what had ensued might have been enough emotional scarring for all three of us to have to attend therapy for… well, for however long it takes to grow back a couple thousand brain cells.

But somehow, unbelievably, I had managed to take pictures, and a short video, of the whole thing, despite my body threatening to fall apart from several causes, such as humor, horror, and downright nausea.

I mentally reviewed the prank in my head, and wondered how long it would take Derek to notice the high-water look to his jeans. Waiting for the flood there, eh? He'd be pretty pissed off by the time he found out about everything, but that's not to say that he wasn't pissed off now. In fact, I was about ready to pack my suitcase and hightail it out of there!

I was going to have to watch where I walked for a while.

Derek POV

Staring at the line of extremely shortened jeans in my closet, I closed my eyes and sighed. Idiots. Idiots. Idiots. I lived with idiots.

I stomped in to the kitchen, and grabbed a couple of granola bars from the counter. I viewed the newspaper that someone, most likely my father, had left on it. I flipped through it listlessly as I munched the bar, finally flipping it shut in frustration, finding nothing to alleviate my desire to do… anything. I set my hand beneath my chin and examined the cracks in the ceiling.

I heard footsteps, and then scented Chloe as she walked in to the room. She stood behind my chair and rested her chin on top of my head, her arms encircling my neck. I breathed in her scent, immediately feeling calmer.

"Any new ideas?" she asked me, and I sighed deeply.

"Nope." Just as I said it, I looked down.

And then stared.

And then got an idea.

Excitedly, I pointed to the newspaper, and Chloe looked at it. I caught her frown in my periphial vision.

"The ads?" she asked me doubtfully.

"Saran Wrap is on sale," I told her, pointing. I saw her continue to frown for a moment, and then watch her expression brighten as ideas began filling her mind.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," came her long, drawn out reply, and I grinned.

"To the grocery!"

Tori POV

I walked in to the kitchen in the guys' room, looking for Simon. I found him at the counter, a handful of nuts halfway to his mouth. He nodded to me briefly before downing them. I seated myself at the kitchen table and waited for him to swallow. When he did, he asked why I was there.

I cut straight to business.

"Chloe and Derek just stepped out, presumably to plan in peace. If we prank them now, before they get us, it'll be doubly unexpected and therefore twice as fun to watch." I saw his eyes widen as he realized this.

"But what do we do? I've used up all my creative juices for the time being." I scowled, tapping a finger on my lower lip. What to do, what to do…

As I looked down, I was struck by an idea. As I thought, I realized what a marvelous idea it was. So clean, so perfect, so invisible.

"Simon!" I exclaimed, pointing.

"What?" he asked, coming over to look.

"Saran Wrap is on sale," I told him, grinning. He grinned too.

"Oh, hell yes!

Chloe POV

When we got back from the grocery store around the corner, we realized that Tori and Simon had left.

"Probably to avoid being pranked," Derek had said. We unloaded our goods on the table without much of a problem from the adults. We were actually unsure of where they were. We were still in the guys' room, so they were probably in the girls' room, watching soaps or whatever it is that old people do.

We set immediately to work, sealing the insides of the cabinets with the staticky plastic, forming a barrier to whoever tried to get food. I set aside a bag of jerky and some applesauce (what? It's canned!) for Derek, because I remembered only too well what had happened the last time food had been withheld from him…

Once we were done there, I headed to the main room while Derek took on the bathroom. I placed the stuff across the insides of the drawers, and even took the time to cut out some pieces to place over Kit's reading glasses. Ha, try and finish Desire in the Mist like that!

Derek reported that he had sealed the toilet and tub, and even had enough to do the door! Ha, try and get through there! Muahaha!

Eventually, Derek decided that he had to pee. He didn't want to take off the plastic he had just worked so hard on (yeah, right), so I told him to go use the girl's one. Wanting to check my cell on my nightstand, I followed him to the adjoining door. He turned the knob, pushed it open, and walked in.

Simon POV

We had just finished ringing up our purchases of Saran Wrap, for surprisingly little. I held two bags of the boxes, and Tori two more. We walked back to the hotel, and we talked.

"So what sort of stuff do you wanna do with this?" I asked, lifting a bag. Tori smiled.

"I was thinking, maybe cover the toilet bowl with it, a few drawers and cabinets… yourself? Anything special?" I shrugged.

"Basically that, I thought that if we could get it taut enough, we could try and cover a door with it."

We continued to discuss methods of pranking with plastic wrap all the way to our room. I shuffled the key out of my pocket, switching the bags to one hand. I opened the door and walked in.

The door connecting the two rooms was opening, so I quickly threw my bags in to the kitchen, as did Tori. I walked forward just as Derek and Chloe stepped through. All four pairs of eyes hit the same spot at the same time.

Chloe gasped loudly, gave a tiny shriek, and then sank to the floor. Derek caught her, eyes popping out, mouth open in an '0' shape. Tori gave a miniscule "meep", before covering her mouth and literally gagging, one hand at her stomach. Myself, I blinked once, twice, and sank to my knees, praying to God that this was some twisted nightmare, and Bono was about to pop out of the bathroom and start a duet of "The Sound of Music" with Lady Gaga. Please, let it be anything but reality!

All four of us had walked in to Kit and Lauren entangled on the couch, kissing like the world was ending tomorrow.

We were forever scarred.

You hate me for a few reasons:

1. You never, ever wanted to see that happen. Ever. I know, I gagged a little as I wrote it. May whoever you worship have mercy on all our souls for reading that. We all died a little today. I'm sorry. :'(

2. Cliffhanger. Love em, hate em. Hate, mostly (completely). But I'm fairly certain the next chapter will be up soon, because I can't stand to wait writing it.

3. It was short. I know it was, but it would have been hella long if I had finished it now. It's also three in the morning where I am. Suck it, I'm tired! The next chapter is a part two of this, with all the prank & unspeakable act reactions. Which you all want, I'm certain. (Not).

4. Too many damn POV's!

I have no idea why, but I just couldn't write more to this chapter. Just didn't seem right to continue it here.

Sorry for scarring you. Sorry for the disgustingly long wait. I'm sorry this author's note is longer than the chapter. Sorry that the sky isn't purple and made of hedgehogs (No, I'm not reading Clockwork Angel, why would you think that?). I'm sorry, jeez!

You don't need to review. (Yes you do). I wouldn't. (I would). Seriously. (Don't listen to me).