Okay, so March hadn't been the best month of my life. Even though my
dad and
Stacy still called and wrote letters frequently, I still couldn't
help but
wish that my mom didn't think I was sinner who was damning my soul.
March was bad, so I told myself that April was going to be a good
month. I
was going to start it off right, by pulling the best April Fool's
pranks.
It's this thing that the guys and I have that we do every year. We
see who
can come up with the best pranks, and it's supposed to be every man
for
himself, but we all get partners in crime, usually more than one, so
it's
like a big day of betrayal, cruel plotting, and harsh jokes.
We love it. And the best part was, JC and I were working together,
just us.
It was going to rock. Every one of the guys had tried to get one of
us to
work with them, but we always said no. Even Justin, who never asked
for help,
he always waited for it to come to him, wound up asking me to help
him get
Josh.
"Please Lance, please? I need to get him back for that whole hair dye
thing
last year, and you're the best way to help me, because he wont be
suspecting
you to do something to him."
I shook my head. "No Justin, we agreed that it was just us against
all of
you."
Justin sighed. "That's not fair, it's like two against three
different ones."
I laughed and said, "Well, start dating Joey and then you can team up
with
him." Justin, pouting, had turned and walked off.
Oh yes, JC and I were going to be victorious this year.
*
The night before April Fools (April Fools Eve, as Chris had named it.
Yes, we
make -that- big of a deal out of it), JC and I sat in bed, papers and
bags of
gag gifts and supplies that we needed spread out everywhere. We had
locked
the door to our room and bathroom, because both were accessible from
the
hall, and we had closed all the air vents so that they couldn't
listen to us
talking. Although I was pretty sure they were all too busy planning
their own
things to think about listening to us, but just in case. I told you
it was a
big thing with us.
"Okay, so which one of these things are we putting in Justin's Apple
Jacks?"
JC asked. "None," I told him. "I looked in the box, there's already
two fake
spiders and a rubber bat."
JC grinned. "Nice. So we'll just hit his other cereal."
"Can't do that either, plastic snake in his Capt'n Crunch. I saw him
hiding a
box of Cheerios and I went back later to grab it, but it was filled
with
dirt, so I think we should just leave Justin's cereal alone."
"Okay. Well, I have some hair dye left from last year..." I laughed
and
leaned down so I could reach under our bed. After looking around for
a
moment, I pulled the bag that I wanted out. "What's that?" JC asked.
"Washable dye. I was thinking we could use it on all of Justin's baby
blue
clothes."
JC took the dye out of the bag and looked at the can. "Orange and
Pink? You,
my love, are a genius." He leaned over and gently kissed my
cheek. "How did
you get to be so good at this?"
I chuckled and said, "I'm into business, you learn how to be sneaky
and
devious in that field."
Josh laughed and said, "We should put laxative in every drink in the
house."
"Yeah, I like that, because then they’ll have to use the bathroom,
but oh no,
the toilet seat is covered in Vaseline."
"Speaking of bathroom, should we put kool-aid powder in the shower
head?"
I laughed and said, "A little blue raspberry with Joey’s vanilla
blonde?"
"Something like that," JC said, pulling a couple packets of kool-aid
from one
of the bags.
"Justin propositioned me today," I told him, trying to get the
plastic wrap
off the orange clothes die.
"What?!" JC exclaimed, ripping one of his kool-aid packets in two,
the
reddish powder flying all over him.
"No! He tried to get me to play a trick on you with him," I said,
laughing.
"It wasn’t anything sexual."
"Well, I should hope so," JC said.
I leaned back, my elbows resting on the mattress. I raised an eyebrow
at him.
"You think Justin wouldn’t want me?"
JC snorted. "Yeah, if he was gay maybe. Even if he was, he couldn’t
have you,
you’re mine."
I grinned. "Feeling a little possessive?"
Before I knew it, JC’s lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily.
Eh, the jokes could wait.
And come morning, we -were- going to be victorious.
*
