Well hello there everyone. Just posting a drabble for my birthday, and I thought that Mischief would fit the cause.
I am soooo sorry about the delay on Never Walk it Off, but I am currently having the next chapter edited for you all.
Please review, because it makes me really happy, and I love to hear your input. And this one happens to be one of
the 'Funny ones.' And unfortunately, yes this did happen to me. Beware of hills.

Enjoy!

A Hundred Weeds to pull

By sakanascales876

Theme 21: Mischief (1,068 words)

"Motoki-kun, you're lost."

"I am not. Reika said to turn left."

Rei rolled her lavender eyes. "You named your parent's GPS?"

"It makes me feel more comfortable than it would if I were talking to the dashboard."

Minako grumbled and leaned against the back of Motoki's plush seat, her lips drawing into a pout that couldn't easily be made out in the dark. "Well Reika's been telling us to turn left for the past twelve and a half miles. Right into the ocean."

"She has our best interests at heart," Motoki vehemently protested.

More grumbles.

"Wait," Ami interrupted softly, her brows crinkling as she squinted to make out the map in her hands. "Reika's right. We do have to turn left on this road."

Motoki turned in his seat and stuck out his tongue teasingly at Minako. "Ha!"

"Well we did…around thirteen miles back."

Everyone in the back of the van could see Minako's teeth glimmer. Rei scoffed from her position in the driver's seat, Makoto guffawed from behind Rei, and Ami let her head roll back in silent giggles against the sliding door. Legs were tangled together as they all sat on the floor of the van, having removed the seats before making their trip to the beach.

Usagi, who was resting against the back wall, languidly stretched out her limbs against the other occupant's protests.

"Hey," Motoki chuckled. "Don't wreck anything back there…my mom and dad would kill me for messing up their van."

Minako grinned and dumped her sneaker upside down, Makoto and her both snickering as the sand spilled out like an hour glass.

"Too late," she sang.

Rei reached back and tugged on one of the blonde's tresses. "Idiot," she muttered, but then called to Ami, "Is there another route home? Reika's starting to give me a headache."

Minako immediately raised her arm and nodded firmly. "I second that."

"I'm sure you would," Makoto mumbled, earning a kick from her companion.

Ami bit her lip as she squinted to read the tiny print. "Well," the blunette began. "There's a dirt road off to the side about a half mile up. It says you just have to go over… 'Dead Man's Hill' and it will lead you back onto the main road."

Usagi shivered. "I'm not really liking the sound of the whole, 'Dead Man's,' part."

"I second that," Makoto agreed.

"You would," Minako mimicked, earning a kick from her companion.

"Well," Motoki said as he pulled onto the secluded road. "It's a bit late for that now."

The van roved along, thatches of trees shadowing over and reflecting against the front headlights. Usagi trembled as she stared out the window into the pitch darkness. Motoki drove slowly, trying to make the tire's lives a bit easier by not rolling over the bits and pieces of gravel in the way. And after around ten minutes, they found out why it was called Dead Man's Hill.

Motoki stopped the van, taking a moment to whistle at what seemed like a cliff on the road. The hill was so steep, that if he went over it too fast, the seats would lift off the ground. Or people.

They all took a moment to grin at one another. Especially People.

Slowly, each of them, even Ami, turned to face Mamoru, who was gently napping in the opposite corner of Usagi, arms crossed firmly over his chest. He had been exhausted when he dragged himself back to the van, probably because he had spent all his time and energy splashing and tormenting a certain odangoed one.

They knew their plan.

Motoki mouthed to all of them, "Hold on."

Minako gripped Motoki's seat, Motoki and Rei buckled each other in, Makoto latched onto the back of Rei's seat, Ami gripped the handle next to the sliding door with both hands, and Usagi reached up to grasp a latch on the back ceiling meant for hanging hooks.

And then Motoki floored it.

As the van seemed to vault over the hill/cliff, they all began to laugh hysterically as Mamoru's body leapt into the air in what appeared like slow motion. There was a gut-popping thud, and as fast as he went up, Mamoru's body crashed back down.

"Ow! God Dammit!" he groaned, before glaring up at Motoki, who was now driving nonchalantly. "What the hell just happened?"

His best friend shrugged. "I didn't feel anything. Did you guys?"

They all shook their heads, Ami covering her mouth to suppress the smile that was silently strangling her.

"Ah," Mamoru winced. "I feel like somebody just clubbed the back of my head!"

Nobody made a sound.

Mamoru moaned and fell back down to rest on the area he landed on, which just so happened to be a petrified Usagi's lap.

Minako noticed this who nudged Makoto, who then quietly alerted the rest of the van's occupants. They all burst out into silent giggles, and Usagi mouthed to them all, 'Traitors!'

No one else talked until they were sure that he was asleep again.

"I want a picture of this," Makoto whispered, digging into her beach bag for her camera.

"Don't you dare," Usagi spat. "I will kill you."

Minako sniggered, and even in the dark you could see her face was still strawberry red from the recent hilarity. "Oh please, you act like you don't like it. He just doesn't want to get up."

Usagi glowered at her. "You wish."

Rei didn't look too sure. "I don't know," she said softly. "He looks pretty darn comfortable." She shifted her eyes teasingly to Usagi's. "And so do you."

Usagi glared, but couldn't resist but to look down. His dark hair was brushed over his eyelids, and his warm breath tickled her legs and her thigh tingled from where his hand was gently resting against it.

She blushed and then defiantly turned her head away.

"If he knew that he was in my lap right now, he would probably shoot himself from disgust!" she hissed.

After a moment or two, Makoto finally fished out her camera. "Smile!" she coaxed. And despite the situation, Usagi silently shook from laughter as the flash went off, followed by a warm hand clamping down on her leg.

She yelped.

"Can you stop laughing, Odango?" Mamoru complained. "It's hard to sleep here when you keep jolting like that."

Well there you have it. Just to let you know, do not do that to people. It hurts so bad, and you can't even think straight for days afterwards.
Aren't friends just great?

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