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Amy's POV

"Flight Landing at London City Airport," a voice announced over the intercom. "Time: 5:30 a.m. Welcome."

"Dan," I whispered, shaking my brother. He was slumped over the armrest of his seat, a bit of drool coming out of his mouth. Eh.

"Dan," I repeated, louder this time. "Dan."

"Wake up," I sighed. My brother slept like a rock. Unlike me. I, for one, had not slept a wink on our 11-hour flight. Well, 10 hours and 45 minutes. Actually…10 hours and 43 minutes. Ugh…

"DAN, WAKE UP," I whisper-yelled. "DAAAANNN."

After unsuccessfully attempting to wake up Dan (I had tried about 10 times, don't expect me to try any more), I decided to just drag him out of the airport without waking him up.

"Fiske, Nellie." I gently shook them by their shoulders from behind them – they were in the row in front of me and Dan.

"Mmm," Nellie muttered. "Hmmp."

Urgh. Why do I have to have couch potato – wait, no, bed potato – actually, in this case, seat potato – family members? Well, technically Nellie wasn't a family member, but hey, she was about the closest thing to a mom we had ever gotten…

Um…a mom with dyed white-and-black hair and a nose ring. Yeah…that was more like it.

Mom… I thought. I shivered. I was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea. Mom…

"…Amy?" Fiske said softly.

"Y-yes?"

"Um…are you…ah…okay?"

"Y-yes."

Fiske looked over at Dan. "Need help?"

"Oh…yes."

Uncle Fiske smiled. And was that…a hint of mischief in his smile? Huhuhu…

"I'll be back." Fiske said. I nodded in reply.

A moment later, Fiske came back with a…bottle of water. Hmm…

Oh. I smirked. I get it now.

In a flash, Fiske had dumped the contents of the water bottle on Dan's head. And in another flash, Dan had fully awaken and was screaming his head off.

"AAAAHHH!" He howled. "Get off me, Natalie Cobra!" His eyes were still closed.

Then, slowly, he opened them, revealing his jade green eyes, identical to mine, and realization dawned on his face.

"Oh," He said. "It was you guys."

I smirked. "Oh yes. Dreaming of Natalie in your sleep?"

"I-I-I…urgh!" He frowned.

"Look who's stuttering now," I teased.

The only sound I heard from him was a "hmph." We exited the plane and the airport in silence. I could tell he was fuming because I had caught him off guard, and he had no reply to my comment.

So this is what it feels like to prank other people. Now I understand why my brother does it.

Thinking of Dan's outburst about Natalie, I suddenly froze. I didn't sleeptalk about Ian, did I? I knew I still secretly liked him deep inside…

Oh no…Operation Sneak On Dan's Phone and Delete His Blackmail Material is on.

Good luck, Amy, I thought.

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Dan's POV

We exited the airport in silence. I was still mad at Amy for that comment about Natalie. I mean, it's natural to fear that your enemy will creep up on you and dowse you in freezing, ice-cold water, right?

Especially if her name is Natalie Cobra and you're visiting in London for a variety show with *cough* our *cough* Cahill cousins *cough cough cough*.

"Alright guys, look for a sign that says Cahill on it, 'kay?" Nellie said when we entered the taxi and pick-people-up area.

"Sure – " Wait. A. Second. Does that mean that the Cobras are picking us up? NOOOOOO. My life has just been ruined.

"There!" My red-haired, nerdy, Cobra-obsessed sister pointed to a fancy sign that said, "Cahill".

I groaned. I had secretly been hoping that what I had thought about the Cobras wasn't true. Turns out it was. How unfortunate.

The man holding the sign was big and burly, with a black necktie and a bushy mustache. Definitely the Cobras' pawn. He reeked of that evil scent.

"Mister and Miss Cahill?" The man, who I now could see was wearing a black nametag with John printed onto it, held out his hand to us as we approached him.

Amy nodded. I, on the other hand, glared at him. And, oh, by the way, what a nice name, so plain and boring: John. The Brits really know their names. And please, note my sarcasm.

John led us to a black limo. I almost let out a whoop of joy. GERONIMO! A LIMO! Wait…Geronimo was too old-fashioned. So…YOLO!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I'm riding a limo! Uh-huh…

John took our suitcases and my backpack, then came back in like, a millisecond, and opened the door before I could. Amy peeked inside.

Aw, dang! I wanted to be the first to see the inside of a first-class limo! No fair. Hmph.

Well, I can still be second. So, before Fiske or Nellie could make a move, I wiggled past John and into the limo.

I glanced around. Wow!

Then, my eye caught the figure of a teenage boy sitting in shotgun. Aw…I wanted to sit there!

Wait…the figure looked familiar…I couldn't pick out where I knew him from, though…

Suddenly, he turned around, locking his amber eyes with my green ones.

"Having fun in London, dear cousin?" He smirked.

It was Ian Cobra.

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I think my life just got ruined a second time. At this rate, I would use up all nine of my lives by the time I leave London. Just…darn. I wish I were an ultra-cat. I think they have 18 lives?

Well, I can still borrow some from Saladin, right? I'll trade 10 pounds of red snapper for one life. Just one.

I looked out the window. The landscape was gray and gloomy. There were only two words needed to describe it: London Sucks.

It really does.

Hope you liked it! It was a bit hard writing in Dan's POV, but I managed! I just hope it sounds like Dan…I'm not awesomely humorous, wait, no, ninja-awesomely humorous like he is, of course. K, I'm just making no sense now. Natalie, OUT! *mic drop*