Disco Ball Incident
Lash's POV
"Are you sure about this Warren?" I asked, uncertain about how Val would react.
He paused, a disco ball hanging in his hands. "Pretty sure. It takes a lot to wake her up; alarm clocks or a pot and wooden spoon usually work. But not always."
He hung it on the bookcase, crammed full of history novels, along with a couple shelves for art supplies and one full to bursting with two different mangas; Hellsing and Hetalia.
"Okay, pass me the light there."
I handed him the strobe light, and he taped it to the top of the bookcase, then plugged it in.
"That should be enough. What do you think, Lash?"
I took a glance around Valerie's room; disco balls and various lights covered any available area. Mirrors were propped up to. A subwoofer was hooked up to play a really annoying song called Carameldansen.
He plugged the master cable into a remote-controlled box, which he hid behind the couch.
"It's now or never, Peace. You ready?"
"Let's do this, Rekken."
I scowled. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"
"Well, you called me by my last name, so I'll call you by yours."
"Yeah, well, you don't hate yours, now, do you? Whatever. Let's get out of here."
We hightailed it out of the room, grabbed the remote, and barricaded ourselves in Warren's room, upstairs.
I sighed. "It's been three hours since we finished setting up; how much longer is she going to be asleep?"
Warren looked at the clock, then at me. "Probably about two or three o'clock."
I let out a larger sigh. "That's another two hours, Godverdomme!"
"We're turning it on in half-an-hour."
"Good."
"Three… Two… One."
Warren hit the button that turned on the master switch.
The song boomed through the house hold, and over it, we could hear loud crashes, swearing in all three languages, and, in general, one really, really, really pissed-off Valerie.
Warren and I gave each other a high-five. This tops the Unicorn Prank of Magenta's design.
Thank god for a hidden video camera.
The first thing to go was the music.
After about five minutes of her probably breaking every mirror, disco ball and light, the sound stopped.
Eyes wide, we looked at each other.
"You should get out of here."
I nodded. "We both should."
As we were about to leave, the door was kicked open by a seething Valerie.
Pause. One, two, three…
"RUN!"
We jumped out the window and ran as fast as we could to Ethan's house.
We are so dead.
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