Summary: April Fool's Day is coming. Misty needs to come up with the best prank of her life to surprise Cordelia. But when Madison gets involved in the plan, things starts to get messy.

based on a prompt provided on tumblr


The start was all familiar. But it was the familiarity that could have been a clue, a telltale sign, that things would never go as planned.

It was right after the whole school had come back from the spring break. Misty and her classmates struggled to shake off the recess-mood, doing their best to stay focused with their pencils and sketchbooks in their hands. And the sentiment was shared with Madison too, who sat in a chair in the middle of the room, posing naked for the class.

Misty sat in the back row, where she didn't have to tolerate Madison's various harassments. One time she sat in the front row for a better view, Madison took the chance and just posed with her legs wide open for the class, especially the wild blonde, to draw. Since then, Misty swore to never sit in the front.

Their friendship was only one year old, dating back to their very first day of college life. Both of them stood out amongst their peers from the minute the orientation started, and eventually their outlier-ness led them to bond in an odd way.

But this kind of bonding wasn't exactly what Misty had anticipated or wished for. The teasing got even more annoying since she'd revealed to Madison that she was dating a girl. The dirty blonde said it was for the money, but Mist knew she was too wealthy to care about such a problem. It was just for the fun of it.

"Hey, flowerchild. You got a minute?" Maddison, as she wrapped a robe around her body, walked toward her after the class.

"Hi, Meryl Streep. Yeah, what's up?" Misty grinned at her, shoving her stuff in her backpack disproportionally big compared to her figure.

Madison used to be a child actress with mediocre success ten years ago, and her bad temper was the reason she got kicked out of Hollywood. Most people in school knew it and shied away from her. But Misty liked the unapologetic attitude, and grew to adore her. It was like loving the villain in your favorite fairytale. Even the aspects that people usually frowned upon were somehow lovable to Misty, so much she gave her the patronizing nickname.

The ex-child star shrugged. "Nothing much. Just wondering what you've been up to lately."

"Um, I've been kinda busy with school work. Why?"

"Well, you know." Madison tilted her head, eyes twinkling extra much like a child asking her parent a big favor. "It's gonna be April in two weeks, so…"

"Oh no, Maddi, we ain't doin' it this year."

"C'mon."

"No. I ain't gonna get myself caught doin' stupid stuff like that ever again."

The last April Fool's Day, the university struggled with elusive groups of students playing pranks on people on campus. Cars in faculty parking areas were randomly wrapped in industrial plastic wrap. In the library, some mice were disabled with a piece of tape covering the laser, and there was one stapler nicely imprisoned in purple jello. And the campus heard countless screams and cursing of people who saw spiders and snakes in the most random places.

People laughed at those pranks, shaking their heads as though to reprimand themselves for falling for them. But when the president of the university saw a picture of Kim John Un hung on the wall among the previous presidents, it apparently crossed the line. Eventually the UPD got involved to identify those responsible, but they never managed to go further than discovering that all those pranks were executed by no more than a pair of freshmen.

"Ok, but you gotta admit the Kim John Un thing was frigging hilarious," Maddison said. "Plus, we actually never got caught, so what's the fuss about?"

"Almost. We almost got caught. I can't risk that, Maddi. My gran would disown me if she found out."

"Well, she doesn't have to know. We can just pull a prank on one person this year, say…your girlfriend."

Misty knotted her brows. "Um…but I always do that to her, though."

She walked around Cordelia's house like an impish house fairy ever since she'd gained free access. It started with classic pranks such as moving the furniture by some inches a day. Cordelia would feel something was off but couldn't point out what exactly it was.

And after developing a taste for the perplexed expression on her girlfriend's face, Misty decided to invest her unlimited energies in pranking her. She'd switched the keys in Cordelia's keyboard ("What the fuck, Misty?"), replaced colored water in a juice bottle ("Shit, what is this? Misty!"), messed with her smartphone so certain words would be autocorrected to Spaghetti Godzilla ("Really? What even is Spaghetti Godzilla?"), changed the language on the same phone ("I don't even understand Arabic. How am I supposed to change it back to English!"), and put a chicken bouillon cube in the shower head ("Misty Day, get your ass right here at once!"). There'd been numerous times where the house was filled with screams, and Misty lived for every single moment of it.

"Then make this one exceptional," Madison said. "So special she would never be able to forget."

"Like…what? You got any ideas?"

The hazel eyes gleamed as Madison curled her lip into an all-knowing smirk.

ooOooOoo

Misty had to quit college and move back to Lafayette in order to take care of her ailing granny—not really. But it was the fake reality Cordelia would be presented with for the next two weeks.

"You keep dropping hints," Madison said with her trademark sinister smirk. "And then on April Fool's Day, boom! You will confess that you are moving away and you two will have to be in a long-distance relationship for good."

Lying on the couch in Cordelia's living room, the wild blonde tried to think what she'd do if it happened to her for real. Would she cry? Would she blame it on her grandma? Would she be depressed?

"Busy planning world domination?" a nearby voice said.

Absorbed in her thoughts, Misty half-flinched at the sudden appearance of her girlfriend.

Even after many months since their first kiss, her heart sped up every time she saw Cordelia's smile, heard her voice, looked into those brown eyes, or touched her soft hand. Everything that was Cordelia was intoxicating and never failed to make her feel like she was on top of the world. The way she could turn Misty's world upside-down in a matter of seconds was quite impressive.

"Dee!" She stood up at the velocity of a rocket, a huge grin on her face as she hopped towards Cordelia.

Then Madison's voice echoed in the corner of her mind, reminding her of their plan. "Just act weird." Misty didn't know what that meant or how to do that. All her life, people called her a weirdo, and she'd come to embrace it as her identity. Being weird was her normal.

Standing in front of Cordelia, she spent good several seconds wondering if acting weird could include hugging. Then she shrugged internally and pulled Cordelia in for a hug.

A string of chuckles escaped Cordelia's lips. "What was that?"

"Nothing." Misty shook her head and kissed her. Then she nuzzled into her neck, relishing the feeling of the soft skin against her cheek. "This is so much nicer than cuddling with the statue of you. The wood irritates ma skin when I do this," she said, rubbing her cheek against Cordelia's.

"Ok, weirdo. That's creepy. Don't tell anyone about that."

"I'm weird, but I'm your weirdo." Misty rested their foreheads against each other. "And who wouldn't wanna be the one special weirdo for the girl with wings, yeah?"

"Is that right?" Cordelia said. "What kind of wings?"

"Those black boney wings with holes in 'em." Giggles fell out of her mouth as the quip earned her a gentle blow in the arm. "And who knows, you may have horns, too." Messing with Cordelia's hair, she made a bird nest of the silky hair. "Or them nastily sharp nails." She intertwined their fingers, playing with the tips, and kissing the back of her hand. "Or fangs." Their lips met in a playful kiss. Something between a moan and a giggle escaped Cordelia's throat when the Cajun, looking for sharp vampire fangs, caressed her teeth with her tongue. "Or maybe," Misty said as she let out a contented sigh after the kiss, going back to nuzzle into her neck. "I don't know, you have a tail in your butt." Her hands slithered down Cordelia's back, stopping just above the waistband of her skirt, where she could feel a hint of feminine roundness.

"You certainly know how to win my heart." Twisting a strand of the wild curls around her finger, Cordelia hummed.

The velvety vibration tickled Misty's eardrum. "I would inundate this house with red roses if another second of my life could be brightened by your smile," she said.

"Oh god, when does this sickening sweetness end?" Cordelia bit her lower lip and scrunched her nose. "What's going on? What're you scheming this time?"

The interrogative response pulled Misty out of the euphoric trance and made her pull away from the embrace. It was Madison's order. To be sweeter than usual. "Unleash your inner romantic fool!" Madison's instruction didn't make much sense at first. Even now, saying those words —she thought they were so sweet they'd give her teeth cavities— required some forcing.

As much as her girlfriend might agree to disagree, Misty wasn't a flatterer, and it made her feel like a fish out of water. Her style was to hide her affection under the guise of mischievous pranks. But she had to act her way through like the professional prankster that she was, because this was all for the sake of the biggest prank ever.

"Nothin'," she said.

###

Madison's plan was meticulous, and her determination to not let Misty stray from it was as strong as her ego. The wild blonde wasn't allowed to spend a lot of time with her girlfriend, and as if this wasn't enough, sleepovers at Cordelia's were banned. It initially surprised Misty to know the ex-child star was capable of such care to details. Madison was, in a way, a personified version of the dead word YOLO. Meticulousness was the last word Misty would associate with her.

-Dinner tonight?

Misty pouted as she looked at the text from Cordelia. She wanted so badly to text back without thinking, to tell her there was nothing more she wanted in that moment. "I wanna see her," she said to Madison, who sat next to her in the cafeteria.

"Nope. Tell her you can't," Madison said, taking a huge gulp of her Vanilla Latte. "If you want the surprise to be real big, you gotta make it realistic."

The ringed fingers of the wild blonde felt heavy as she typed in whatever excuse she had in her small repertoire.

-sorry, have to see some friends.

-Ok. I miss you though. Maybe tomorrow?

A pathetic groan vibrated her throat and shook the table she pressed her cheek onto. Although receiving such texts from Cordelia became more and more common, it never alleviated the guilt that ate her up.

"I can't do it, Maddi." The Cajun buried her face in her arms, kicking the air under the table. "I need to see her, or I'm gonna die from Dee Deficiency."

"Calm down, you jellyfish. We only have four days left."

"Four days is enough for a dead body to dry up."

Madison let out a sigh so loud people around them looked at the troublemaker with cautious, but curious looks. "If you're dead. Jesus, why did I even—"

Misty sat up in the seat. "Yeah, why'd ya even? Like, why Dee? You don't even know her." From the beginning, it was rather a mystery, though not a big enough issue to bother her.

"She sounds like an interesting person." And by 'interesting', Madison meant the total opposite of it. "All I ask is to be there when you reveal your 'moving,'" she said, air-quoting with only one hand. "Don't worry. I'll leave you two after you tell her it's a joke, and then you can have steeaaamy sex with her."

"Wha—" Misty widened her eyes, and the banana milkshake in her mouth almost went down her airway, making her cough like an old lady. "What—what are ya—"

"Take it from me, Watson. After a fight or any premonition of breakup, the sex is most likely to be the best."

Misty coughed for the last time and took another sip of her drink, unfazed on the outside, but utterly worked up on the inside. The image of Cordelia, all naked and flushed, flickered in the back of her mind. It was still an incomplete picture with some (very important) parts blurred behind the memory fog.

She'd only seen the bare body once, at the river, before the softness of those plump lips became her favorite thing in the world. The idea of sharing physical intimacy with her never occurred to the wild blonde at that time. She gritted her teeth at the ignorant bliss, and envied her past self for touching and even caressing the expanse of the milky skin without appreciation.

ooOooOoo

Then the Day came.

Misty ran out of the classroom as soon as the teacher uttered the last word, practically shoving other people against the walls. She was excited, scared, anxious. The fact that she and Cordelia hadn't seen each other in days was one factor for her beating heart. Another was the surprised expression she'd soon see on the beautiful face of Cordelia. And then there was another, which was, as Madison graciously put, a prospect of a hot make out session.

All these anticipation and apprehension came flooding her at once. By the time she stood at Cordelia's door, her whole body was trembling, her heart on the verge of explosion. And those emotions, bottled up for the past two weeks, found an outlet when she walked into the house and found her girlfriend in the living room.

Cordelia, the girl she'd been yearning for with insane intensity, was sitting on the love seat.

"Hey, stranger," the older blonde said, closing the book. Her petite figure was covered in a bulky sweater that she'd borrowed from the wild blonde. Too bulky, and it was falling off her shoulder. As she sat up, she tucked a lock of her own silky hair behind her ear, tantalizing Misty with the bare skin between her shoulder and neck.

Whether it was because of the teasing smirk or the exposed skin, Misty's breathing suddenly hitched, her cheeks warmer. She threw herself on Cordelia, ecstatic to be able to finally indulge herself in the Goode-ness. They pressed their lips against each other, as though they'd been away for ten years. Their kisses were as innocent as their first ones, but the urgency in the way their arms were wrapped around each other's body was certainly a new element to their relationship.

Misty hummed, burying her face in the crook of Cordelia's neck. Her cheek gave some of the heat to the cold skin of the older blonde. Her ringed fingers played with the rim of the old sweater. Everything felt so right.

"You stole ma sweaterrrr." Her playful complaint was muffled as she further nuzzled into Cordelia's hair, her arms tight around her neck. "'S my sweaterrr."

Cordelia giggled. She brought a strand of the wild curls to her lips and kissed the tip. "No, this is mine now. You never came to claim it."

"I'm claimin' it now."

"Too late."

"Dante said thieves would be trapped in a cave with snakes and lizards in hell."

"Is that right?" Cordelia said.

"Yeah. Scary, right? I don't want that for ya."

"Then why don't you take it off?"

Misty lifted her face, and there she found a pair of mischievous brown eyes. The gaze was provocative, challenging the girl even though she was fully aware of the effect it had on the Cajun.

Misty didn't like that at all. Before their affection had a solid name, it was Misty's job to tease. Something had gone wrong since then, and now their roles seemed to have switched.

With a pout, the wild blonde separated their bodies, sat on the other side of the love seat, and hid her hot face behind her knees. "'S not fair," she mumbled.

"Are you blushing?" Cordelia came closer and tried to get the girl to lift her face, but the wild blonde merely responded with groans. "The Misty I-wanna-make-out-with-you-everywhere Day is embarrassed?" The more the protesting groans from Misty, the louder Cordelia's giggles became.

The wild blonde flung herself at Cordelia, the force strong enough for both of them to collapse on the seat. "Dante said mean people would be chased by hungry bears!"

"I'm sure he does, baby." Cordelia kissed the flushing cheek.

Then there was a rather loud noise outside the house. Both of them stopped fooling around, the four eyeballs wide. It sounded like something hard hit the wooden floor of the porch. But after that, there was only the usual silence, as quiet as a house surrounded by Greek houses at night could get.

"What's that?" Cordelia knotted her brows together.

Misty remained quiet, though she knew what it was. It was Madison, who came to witness the best prank of the century. The problem, though, was that the wild blonde had been so exhilarated to see Cordelia that their plan utterly slipped her mind.

"Dee? I have, um, something to tell you…" She sat up, chewing on her lower lip.

Cordelia put her hand on Misty's. "Actually I do, too," she said. "Well, not something to tell, but definitely something to give you." She pulled the wild blonde off the couch, her brown eyes twinkling like those of a puppy, leading her until they stood at the foot of the stairs. "It's in our bedroom," she said. She planted a chaste kiss on Misty's cheek, intertwined their fingers, and winked. "Go upstairs and put it on. I'll be waiting here."

Heat crept up Misty's chest, which would have invited a sequel to the earlier teasing if her shirt hadn't covered the skin. Cordelia's gestures were innocent, but it was the ghost of the teasing smirk that made Misty have the second thought. If they were in an R-rated movie, this moment would be followed by some naughty scene.

"Put it on? What's it?"

"That's where the surprise is," Cordelia said, gently pushing her with a hand on her back. "Go on. I promise there won't be a monster under the bed."

The wild blonde let out a puff of air. Her own prank could wait a little longer, no matter how much Madison might protest.

She walked up the stairs, turning around a couple of times to look down at Cordelia's elfin face. At the top of the stairs, she heard a distant sound of her phone ringing downstairs, and made a mental note to check it afterwards. After this mysterious surprise and her own.

Entering the bedroom, her eyes immediately landed on a dress placed on the mattress. A beige dress with multiple layers, thistles and birds printed all over. She picked it up, appreciating the way the silky fabric overflowed in her grip, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth. She brought it to her face and took a deep breath. It smelt like Cordelia. Her heart swelled, so much it was rather hard to suppress her urge to scream and jump around.

She knew, in that moment, that she couldn't bring herself to tell Cordelia about her 'moving'. Even if it was a prank, the brief moment of panic and sorrow Cordelia would surely experience was nothing but real. Fuck Madison. Misty didn't need that kind of thing. They could make each other laugh without pulling such mean pranks. She should've realized that sooner. She should've said no to Madison from the beginning.

After putting the dress on and twirling in front of the mirror once or twice, she went downstairs, where Cordelia waited for her.

"Dee! Dee!" She ran to her, too excited to form any coherent sentences. Her smile grew bigger as she imagined the huge grin on Cordelia's face.

But to her confusion, Cordelia just stayed in the seat without any sign of glee. Her eyes were on the wall, as if she'd forgotten about the wild blonde altogether. In her hands was, for some reasons, Misty's phone.

"Dee? You ok?" Something not so right was in the air, Misty could feel it. She sat next to the frowning girl at a safe distance.

"Why have you been busy lately?" Cordelia asked. Her voice was deeper and eerily calm, a tone the wild blonde had never heard before.

Misty hesitated, opening her mouth and closing it as she tried to decide whether or not to reveal the prank right here. "Um—"

"Because you've been seeing The Mad Girl?" Cordelia spat out the name like it was a popcorn kernel that'd been stuck in her gums for days.

"What—"

The older blonde didn't give her a chance to respond. Her upper lip twitched as if it was going to curl into a glower, the veins in her neck pulsating and undulating. She dropped her searing gaze momentarily to unlock Misty's phone, her thumb gliding across the screen without indecision.

Secrets were a mere concept, a mere word between them. It was not something that had weight in any way, and it'd never grated on the wild blonde to have her password shared with her girlfriend before. She didn't have anything to hide. But looking at the scowl directed at herself, Misty felt like a criminal caught red-handed in that moment.

Cordelia opened the phone app, and while keeping her eyes on Misty, she played a voicemail message.

"Hi, baby," a voice of a woman said, sending a bolt of lightning to Misty's stomach. "Can I see you tomorrow? I miss you already, my baby bunny." It was Madison's voice. There was no doubt about that, and it was all Misty could process before her brain completely liquefied and evaporated. "I miss your sexy smile and your hot body, and God— your voice when you say my name… I know you have to see your girlfriend, but… Call me, ok?" There was an exaggerated kissing sound at the end, and the message ended there.

"So," Cordelia said, throwing the phone on the empty seat between them. "All this time you've been lying to me and you were actually fucking this— who is this!? Who is this goddamn Mad Girl, Misty? Or are you still going to act like you have no idea?"

"No no no. That's—that's Madison. She ain't—"

"Madis—Madison Montgomery!? The Madison Montgomery? That's what you've been screwing behind my fucking back?

Then it hit Misty. All of these instructions Madison gave her. Acting weird, keeping her distance, getting nauseatingly sweet all of a sudden, and losing contact again. Misty had thought she was pretending to hide the fact that she had to move away. But weren't they signs of a cheating partner, too?

This was Madison's prank. She never intended to help Misty play a prank on Cordelia.

"I'm goona kick her ass," Misty said as her hands balled up into fists.

"And I will triple-kick yours for cheating on me!" Cordelia stood up, pacing around the room with the heels of her hands pressed to her temples. "For fuck's sake, I just can't believe you fucking— I don't deserve this kind of disrespect."

"No, please listen to me, Dee. It's a prank. It's—"

"Oh, so that's your excuse? A fucking prank?"

The obscenities, which the older blonde rarely used and had never spat at her, made Misty stiffen. "It's April Fool's Day. She's fooling us both. She's right outside." Feeling her armpits sweating at an alarming rate, she swung her arm in the direction of the window, where they could see the porch. "She's right there, Dee. She's fucking playing a prank on us. Laughing at us right now."

Cordelia stared at her for several seconds. With her chest heaving, she walked to the door and swung it open, stepping outside to look around. "I don't see anyone," she said like a parent pointing out the flaw in her child's lie.

The wild blonde followed her outside. She looked everywhere, behind the bushes, in the shadows, turning over every stone. But the elusive prankster was nowhere to be found.

"I swear to ya. It's a prank." Misty walked back to Cordelia. "You know I'd never hurt you like this." Her hand reached out to Cordelia's, but the older blonde pulled away, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"No, Misty. I don't want to hear your goddamn pathetic excuses." She shook her head and let out a sigh. With weary steps, she walked back into the house, only to turn around in the doorway and lock her eyes with the blue ones of Misty. "If you got tired of me, you could've said so. It's just absolutely cruel for you to— it's just cruel."

"Dee, please. I can prove it."

Cordelia took a step back. "Misty. No. Just no."

"Cordelia."

The brown eyes looked down as the dejected blonde stepped back again, half of her body hiding behind the door. "You have to go."

Then the door closed. Misty stood on the porch, too dumbfounded to think straight. Her stuff was still inside the house, including her shoes. Even if she decided to go home for the night, which would never be her option, there was no way she was walking down the road barefooted.

The wood of the porch had absorbed the coldness of the remaining winter. Chills ran up her legs to the top of her head as she stared down at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She shouldn't have left the shoes. They would look ridiculous with the dress, but she wouldn't have to be standing outside with nothing on her feet.

The door creaked open.

The blue eyes rose, hopeful that Cordelia had changed her mind. But what she saw between the door and the frame was not a frown or an apologetic smile. It was a smirk. Of Madison.

The wild blonde blinked, as though she just woke up from a dream and didn't know where or who she was. "You— what—"

"Madison, let her in." Cordelia's calm voice came from behind the door and the vexatious smirk.

Brushing past Madison and walking back into the house, Misty still struggled to grasp the situation. Cordelia was shaking in the middle of the room, her lips twitching and quivering as laughter was threatening to overflow. The brown met the blue. And as Cordelia at Madison, the two of them burst into laughter, leaving the wild blonde utterly muddled.

The oldest blonde pulled Misty into a hug. Her lips still quivered as she planted a kiss on her cheek. "Happy April Fool's Day, darling."

"…What?"

Once their laughter died down, they sat down, the two lovebirds in the love seat and Madison in an armchair next to them. Cordelia's warm hand rose to cup Misty's cheek, and the other one took her hand, stroking the back of it with her thumb.

"Oh, look at you," Cordelia said. The tip of her thumb brushed the bottom edge of Misty's eye. "Was my poor darling going to cry?"

The wild blonde glanced at Madison in search of a clue. But all she got was a majestic eye roll.

"I'm still…so confused."

Cordelia let out some soft chuckles. "Madison, would you like to have the honor and explain it to her?"

The dirty blonde sat up in her seat. "Yes, I would," she said, and started to dissect the whole shenanigans for Misty.

It turned out that the mastermind of this scheme was no other than Cordelia, and Madison was simply the accomplice. Madison made Misty believe she was pulling a prank on Cordelia, when it was really the other way around.

In retrospect, the meticulousness of the plan did in fact take her aback a little. It should've crossed her mind earlier that Madison couldn't possibly be capable of this type of mindfulness to details.

When Madison came on the porch, with a big noise to reveal her arrival, Cordelia too was aware it was Madison. With that being the cue, she prompted Misty to go upstairs. And after making sure to separate the wild blonde from her phone, Madison left the voicemail, let herself into the house, hid in the room next to the living room, and videotaped the 'fight' like a savage would do.

"Wait, how do you know each other?" Misty's eyes traveled between the other two.

"We had a class together before. Psychology," Madison said.

"Yeah, it was hatred at first sight," Cordelia said. "But God— I had to work in the same group as her throughout the semester, and I don't know, we just became close somehow."

"So—" Misty scratched her head, still trying to wrap her head around. "You might have ended up with her instead of me?"

Madison knotted her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes as though she'd never heard a more ridiculous thing in her life. "Yeah, thanks for the imagery."

The cocky response evoked some suppressed laughter from Cordelia. She leaned into the wild blonde and wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. "You always pull pranks on me. My revenge was sort of down the road if you ask me."

"But that was so mean," Misty said and stuck out her lower lip.

Cordelia tucked a strand of the wild hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, baby, but it was time you got a taste of your own medicine." Her eyes crinkled as she played with the hem of the dress on Misty. "I hope my other surprise showed you how much I love you."

The wild blonde looked down at her dress, the pout on her face gradually turning into a shy grin. She interlaced her fingers with Cordelia's. "Yeah, I love your other surprise. This is very gorgeous." She planted a chaste kiss on her lips. "You were real good at acting. So much better than Maddi. I mean, I fell for it, but her acting was awful."

The white teeth of Cordelia shone as giggles fell out of her mouth. "Oh God, I know. It was… and when she called you a baby bunny? I thought I was going to die right there from secondhand embarrassment."

"That wasn't in your script?"

"Nope." Cordelia shook her head. "Her improvisation."

Misty snorted, suddenly feeling smug, appreciative of the new thing to make fun of Madison for. "Well, now we know why she's just an ex-child star."

"I'm right here," Madison said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Fuck, why did I ever think it was a good idea."

Cordelia turned her head around to see the complaining blonde. "Well, thanks for helping me, Madison. I owe you one." She shifted her attention back to Misty and rolled her eyes, chuckling at the tantrum like she was used to it.

The wild blonde buried her face in Cordelia's neck, hiding her grin from Madison. She could feel Cordelia's shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Yeah, whatever. You owe me more than that, dude," Madison said and stood up, walking to the door. "You know why? Because I'm telling you, your feral girlfriend right there—" she pointed her finger at Misty— "is horny as fuck."

Misty's eyes widened. Her cheeks burned immediately as Cordelia gave her an all-knowing smirk, just like the one on Madison's face.

"I told her she could have the hottest sex after the prank, and I bet she's been drooling over the opportunity."

"Go home, Meryl Streep!" The wild blonde bared her teeth, the redness of her face making her look like a little monkey.

"Calm your tits. I don't want to stay, either." Madison puffed, resting her hand on the door knob. "Nobody wants to hear you two bitches moaning each other's name."

The wild blonde threw a cushion at her, but Madison quickly hid behind the door. The door eventually shut, and the clicks of Madison's heels faded away, leaving the couple alone in the house.

"I shoulda kicked her ass." Misty sank in her seat. Her entire body was aflame, and it took all of her willpower to not combust on the spot.

Cordelia rested her elbow on the back of the couch, and her head on her palm. "I don't know. I'd buy her lunch if what she said was true."

Their eyes met, and the way the brown eyes looked into Misty's added another layer of flame inside her. It was challenging, provocative, and so loving at the same time.

"You can buy her lunch," Misty said, fidding with the hem of her dress that would soon be left on the floor. "And I will kick her ass."


A/N: I know what I wrote, but I don't believe it's a good idea to pretend to be cheating on your partner even as a joke. It's just as mean as pretending to break up with them. Don't do it, folks!