Hi. I am SO SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO sorry for not updating. I have an excuse. School. And writer's block. I don't own Gone. And, since she didn't see it before, lark grace, I will put it in all caps for you. LARKGRACE CAME UP WITH THE TITLE! Ok, now on with the story.

Diana p.o.v. (again)

All the careful planning was done. She had done everything to make her plan go perfectly, and now it was time.

"Oh, Draaake? Are you here?" she called.

"I'm coming. You are so going down! Get ready to hoppity- hop- hop down the bunny trail!"

"We'll see about that," she muttered. "Since when do people say 'hoppity- hop- hop?"

"Since now."

She shrugged. "Fair enough. OK, so the targets are over there, by the wall." She pointed at the two targets, trying to hide a smirk.

"You know the rules. Each person gets one shot at their target, standing 100 feet back. Whoever hits it closest to the middle wins. Simple." With that, she took careful aim. Being careful to allow for the wind, she pointed the gun at the center and shot. Almost immediately, a hole appeared on the edge of the bull's-eye.

Drake raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Since when did you learn to shoot? Not that it matters, as I'm going to beat you, anyway."

"Suuuuuure you will. And I learned at the same time as any SANE person, when the FAYZ wall came up. Just shoot, bunny boy."

Drake turned his head away. "It would probably be a totally unsatisfying bet if I killed you now, so I'll pretend I didn't hear that." He then proceeded to leisurely raise his gun hand and take a shot at his target. His bullet barely hit the ring outside the bull's-eye. His eyes popped out of his head. "Bu-wha-huh-how? How did you beat me? I demand a redo!"

Diana smirked openly now. "Now, now, Drake. You know only get one shot. You can't redo the bet, either," she said, anticipating what he would say next. "By the way, I think part of the bet was for you to give me all your weapons?" she said innocently."Give me that one, and I'll collect the rest later."

He chucked the pistol at her, saying some words that the author was not happy about.

"Drake! This story is rated K+! If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!"

Drake and Diana shouted back, "You can't tell us what to do! You're breaking the fourth wall!"

"Ah, shut up."

Diana rolled her eyes. "As I was saying, you owe me all your weapons. And I do mean ALL. The pistols, rifles, any other guns I haven't discovered yet, spear, darts, gun powder, atom bombs, and ugly Barbie dolls. Oh, and you might want to practice your bunny hop!"

Drake stomped away to the school, leaving Diana laughing and silently thanking Computer Jack for rigging the targets.

Sooo, what do you think? Horrible? Awesome? Disturbing? Please let me know. I absolutely love reviews. I'll probably update faster, since it's summer (praise the lord) but with me, you can never be sure. Don't worry, you will see the bunny suit soon. Peace!