AN: Hey everyone! I decided to this oneshot fic. Sorry if everyone is a little out of character, but I thought it would be funny,
"Ow! That..." Bobby led out a string of curse words after he hit his head on the coffee table as he retrieved his hockey puck. Angel and Jeremiah were both laughing.
"Yeah, you think its funny, yeah you would." he muttered, standing up, his prize in hand.
Jeremiah shook his head. "I can't believe you kissed Ma with that mouth. My girls better not pick up on that."
"Yeah, It would serve you right if they did." Bobby sat on the couch and raised his eyebrows. All 3 of his brothers were smirking at him. "What?" he didn't like those looks.
Jack shook his head, laughing. "Man, you couldn't go a full day without cursing, man. I'd be willing to bet my guitar that you can't." Bobby smirked.
"I bet I could. I can control myself."
"No you can't." Angel put in. "You wanna put money on that?" Bobby was hoping for a challange. "Ok, you got a bet. I bet you can't go a full waking day without cursing and you bet you can. We'll both put down 20 bucks, winner take all." Jack took a crumpled 20 out of his wallet and set it on the table.
"Get ready to lose, Jackie-boy." Bobby smacked down a 20 of his own.
Bobby woke the next day, feeling good. He WAS going to win this bet and he WASN'T going to give Jack the satisfaction.
Bobby dressed and leaped down the stairs, landing with a bang. Jack and Angel were already up and eating breakfast.
"Up so early, ladies?" he asked, getting orange juice out of the refridgerator. Jack raised his eyebrows.
"No cursing, remember?" Jack thought of something. "Wait, how're we going to moniter him and make sure he doesn't do it in private?"
"By doing exactly that; moniter his day, keep a watchful ear on him." Angel replied.
"I ain't riskin' 40 smackers just for a little foul language." Bobby protested.
"But Bobby, its habit. You've been doing it for so long, you wouldn't realize you were doing it." Jack pointed out. Bobby shrugged.
"Fine, waste a day. I ain't doin' nothin' interesting." with that, he took his cup to the livingroom and turned on the TV.
Jack made sure Bobby was out of earshot before grinning at Angel. "Lets make it impossibe for him."
"How?" Angel really wanted to see Bobby lose this bet. Not that he particularly wanted Jack to win, but because he wanted something to prove Bobby was human and was not, despite everything Bobby told them, perfect.
"Mess with him a little; hit him with the door, close his fingers in a drawer, cuss badly to make him want to cuss back, stuff like that." Angel gave a quick look to the livingroom.
"I'm in." he said as soon as Bobby yelled,
"Will SOMEONE get in here before I cry from loneliness?" Jack and Angel quickly shook hands and went into the livingroom and sat on either side of Bobby on the couch.
"'Bout time. You get all hot and bothered because you're afraid I'll cheat on the bet, then you leave me in here, all alone. The only thing that could make it worse is if it was dark." Bobby held his hands over his heart, mockingly.
Jack rolled his eyes and snatched the remote and flipped through the channels until he found a hockey game on. He gave Bobby a sidways glance and grinned wickedly. Bobby wouldn't be able to resist.
Sure enough, when one of the players for the Red Wings made a own goal, Bobby was on his feet, yelling.
"What was that? What the..." he glanced at Jack, who was grinning in antisapation. No, he wasn't going to lose, not yet.
"What on earth was that? You didn't know that was your own...goal? What's wrong with you?" Bobby yelled, pleased to see the disappointment on his younger brother's face.
When he sat down, he ruffled Jack's hair. "You didn't think you'd win that easily, did ya?"
"Was kinda hoping." Jack muttered. Making Bobby lose his control was going to be harder then he thought.
After about an hour of watching tv, Bobby announced he was going to do laundry. After Angel and Jack recovered from the shock, they offered to help.
"Here, hold this." Bobby handed Jack a laundry basket and dumped the laundry from the dryer into it and told him to put it on the table. Jack exchanged a look with Angel and Angel waited until Bobby reached across the washer to start it when he slammed the door on his arm.
"ANGEL! WHAT IN THE... no no, EARTH DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Bobby pulled his arm back, scowling at Angel.
"Rats, I thought that would work." Angel muttered.
"What?" Bobby glared at him, then turned a suspicious look to the diningroom, where Jack was, his back to them. "Jack set you up, didn't he? I'm gonna kick his..." he caught himself before yelling. "JACK! GET IN HERE!" Jack lumbered in, leaning against the doorframe, grinning.
"Slamming his arm in the washer didn't work, huh? Next time, get his fingers." he told Angel.
"Now, listen. The deal was..." Bobby started, but Angel cut him off.
"The deal was, you don't curse until midnight or you lose the bet. You didn't say anything about not provoking you."
"Why the... why do you care, Angel? This ain't got nothin' to do with you." Bobby asked. Angel shrugged.
"Dunno. Maybe I'd like for Jack to win something for once." he said. Bobby glared at him, his arm throbbing where the door hit him.
"Whatever. After this, I'm gonna make your lives...miserable." Jack grinned.
"Bring it on, big brother. Bring it on."
Bobby decided to punish them for the rest of the day by doing an obsene amount of laundry, singing off-key country songs while he worked, did the dishes, and made Jack and Angel play Monopoly with him.
Jack and Angel tried everything to make him slip up; each banged him with every door in the house at least once, Jack burned him with the hot water, Angel smashed his fingers with the silverware drawer, and Jack cheated at Monopoly, desperate to make him slip up once before midnight. It didn't look very promising.
"Well, Jackie-boy. It looks like I won." Bobby held out his hand. "Cough it up." Jack looked at the clock. 20 seconds to midnight. He tried everything and it looked like he actually did win.
"Bobby! I forgot!" Angel ran downstairs, his cell phone to his ear. "I proposed to Sophie, Bobby! She accepted!" Bobby turned pale.
"YOU!" he let out a string of colorful words before he could stop himself and stopped when Jack and Angel high-fived and Angel closed his cell phone.
"You shoulda seen your face!" Angel wiped a tear from his eye. Jack held his hand.
"Cough it up, big brother." Bobby smacked the money into his hand.
"I hope you get robbed." he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch. "I'm just glad its over. I thought you were gonna explode a couple of times." Angel said.
"Oh, I'm going to make you pay dearly for what you put me through. Just you wait." Bobby replied.
Jack and Angel looked anxiously at each other.
"Hey, Bobby?" Jack asked nervously.
"Hmmm?"
"You wanna make another bet?"
Bobby laughed. "No I don't want to make another bet. I'm not betting I can restrain myself from revenge on you 2 because I know I can't. But if you wanna make a bet saying you can go the next 48 hours without smoking, I'd be more then willing."
"Ok, your on. Lets raise the stakes, 50 bucks on the table." Jack and Bobby shook hands.
"Great, you can start tonight." Bobby smiled and Jack felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He wasn't going to handle the next 48 hours, he knew Bobby was going to make sure of that.