Chloe [Joe Sugg]

Part Fifty-Six

"Hi." She smiled at us.

"Joe?" Zoe spoke up. "What is she doing here?"

"I changed," Monica smiled. "For the better. I know how much you hated me before but now, you can like me again."

"Again?" I laughed coldly. "I never even liked you."

"But now you can." She said in a duh tone.

"That doesn't answer my question." Zoe said. "What is she doing here?"

"I came here to apologize and celebrate Christmas with you guys." Monica laughed, sitting on the couch.

"Are you serious?" I yelled. "You made fun of my sister, pretended to be a doctor to tell me she's dead, you tormented me when you and Joe dated, and you just randonly came by one day and slapped the crap out of me right before I pulled your hair extensions out. I'm done. You are not staying here, get the fuck out."

Before anyone could say anything, I grabbed Monica's Christmas jumper's collar and threw her outside in the cold.

Expecting to get shouted at, I turned around to see everyone with a smile on their face.

"What?" I asked.

Not saying anything, they all started to clap.

"What?" I repeated, staring at everyone strangely.

"You finally did something about her. I'm proud of you." Joe smiled, pulling me into his chest, where I smelled his beautiful scent.

Don't judge me. You'd do the same.

"Yay, I'm proud of you!" Zoe laughed.

"Why do you guys hate her?" Rose asked.

"She's a-"

"Chloe." Joe warned.

"I think when I yelled at her is why I'm mad at her." I told her.

"Oh." Rose nodded.

"Are you guys hungry? Let's eat some breakfast!" Joe cheered.

We all cheered along and walked into the kitchen.

Joe's POV

"Caspar, you're in charge of the eggs. Zoe and Alfie, the pancakes and waffles. Rose and Chloe, you can work on the bacon and sausage. I'll call and see if anybody else wants to come."

"Okay." The nodded.

I called some of our friends and it turned out that Marcus, Niomi, Will, Tanya, Jim, and Jack could come.

I sighed and walked in, seeing that Caspar was already done with the eggs.

Rose's POV

"Agent Simpson?" I heard the Director's voice in my head.

I looked around and made sure no one noticed me as I snuck into the bathroom.

"Yes, Sir?" I whispered.

"I have a stakeout for you. 221 E Crawford Street." He told me.

"Great, where's that? Brighton? Bath? London?"

"Agent Simpson? It's in America, Texas to be exact."

"America? Why can't Agent Molar or Agent Hart do that stakeout?"

"We need everyone, this is serious. You're going and that's in order. Bring your friend too."

"But sir, he isn't an Agent."

"I don't care. I've heard great things about him. Bring him. Now." The director said before he hung up.

I sighed before stepping out and calling Alfie's name.

"Yeah?" He asked, walking up to me.

"We have another stakeout to go to."

"We?" He smirked.

"Yes, we. The Director likes you. Try to stay on his good side." I laughed.

"Where's it at?" He asked.

"America."

"America?! I'm not flying all the way over there!" Alfie yelled.

"All the way over where?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing." Alfie sighed.

"Are you okay, Rose?"

"Yes." I smiled at her.

She nodded and walked away toward Joe.

"America?" He repeated.

"We have to, Alfie."

"Where in America?" He sighed.

"Texas."

"Oh my God." He groaned.

"It's worse." I sighed.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"We have to leave now."