Me: okay!! here's chapterr TWO of the april fools story!! in this chapter, we're gonna see kevin trying to stop gwen from seeing the smashed TV. haha. I got this idea from a friend, Atlashon, and i'm really curious to see how it works. its gonna be sooo fun to write!! :P so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and let me know how i'm doing, and i'd also like some advice. i want you guys to tell me some hysterical pranks the boys and girls can pull off on each other. i don't care if they're weird pranks... I LOVE weird pranks:) anyways, CHAPTER 2!!

Ben: (praying) dear god, i'm really really scared. Julie is really smart and amazing at pranks, and I can't even find my left shoe. she's going to CREAM me. PLEASE, mr. god, PLEASE help me find my left shoe. and also, can you give me an unlimited mr. smoothie's gift card? that would be great, thanks. (waits to receive a gift card) take your time. (waits even longer) hey guys, if you see a mr. smoothie's unlimited gift card fall out of the sky, give it to me, okay? i'm gonna go buy a smoothie. (sprints away)

Kevin: there are SO many things not right with that kid.

Gwen: agreed.

(mr. smoothie's unlimited gift card fall out of the sky)

Kevin: (picks it up and puts it in his pocket for keeps) ANYONE up for smoothies??

Me: (puts head in her hands) okay, let's start!!

Kevin's POV:

As I backed my car up into my garage, I kept searching my head for good ideas on how to prank Gwen. I was a natural at pranking people, so I wasn't really worried. No, I was more worried about the expensive, big screen TV that belonged to her extremely strict father that I had smashed and left for her to see when she walked into the house to get changed in, I don't know, like 10 minutes!!

I was such a damn idiot.

I parked my ride and ruffled my jet black hair as the stress overloaded my brain. ANY minute now I'd get a call from a certain very pissed off red-head...

She always knew when I was guilty with something. ALWAYS. I was starting to believe that she might actually be partially psychic.

I sat down and put my head in my hands.

Ben cocked his head to the side and tossed a chip into his mouth absentmindedly.

"Uhh... Kevin...?? You okay?"

Then I realized something. I couldn't let Gwen see the TV. I had to stop her from seeing it.

"Ben, how can I stop Gwen from seeing the broken TV?" I asked urgently.

"Pshhht. You'd need to have wings to get back in time before Gwen gets there. She's already on her way. And THEN you'd need to like throw the broken TV parts out the back window..."

I jolted up out of the seat and ran to my car. "You don't need wings if you have a hot, super fast sports car." I grinned. "Get in, Ben. I'm gonna need you to keep watch."

"Ha. Yeah right. Like I'd get caught helping you to throw my cousin's TV out the window..."

I grinned and held up a smoothie.

Ben gasped. "What flavor?"
"Pickles N' Cream."

"I'm in." He grabbed the smoothie and jumped into the passenger's seat.

The car roared to life, and I sped up, accelerating down the road.

Two minutes later, we reached Gwen's house. I parked the car in front of their neighbor's drive way so it didn't look suspicious and sprinted inside the house, thrusting the door open.

"I love the Tennysons," I started. "They always leave their doors unlocked."

"You would know." Ben teased. "I'm sure you've gone through the door of Gwen's pants several times." He sipped his smoothie. "And thanks for loving me, by the way."

I growled. How did he know about that? "Knock it off, Tennyson. Let's just do this before Gwen gets here. Stand guard near the door."

"Mhmm." He muttered.

I began tossing chunk after chunk of expensive TV out the window.

I felt a pang of guilt as one of the chunks hit a next door neighbor. "Uhhh... sorry old lady!!" I yelled out the window. Damn, you'd be surprized to hear what kinds of words can come out of the mouths of the elderly.

Once I finished my amazing task, I forged a fake note from Gwen's dad saying that he brought the TV to the store to get it fixed.

If that didn't work, I didn't know what would.

And before I could do anything else...

"GWEN!!" Ben hissed.

"Dammit!! We have to hide!!" I dragged Ben after me into the Tennyson's cold yet spacious broom closet and shut the door with a soft click.

"Now shhhh!! " I whispered.

Ben nodded.

Seconds later, we heard two sets of footsteps, and someone opening and closing the door.

"Gwen, I friggin LOVE your house!!" Julie squealed.

Oh great. Julie. That loud-mouthed girl noticed every small detail.

"Thanks." Gwen muttered. "Stay put while I go get changed." There were footsteps on the stairs. "You can watch the big screen TV if you want while you wait. Just DON'T break it, my dad would murder anyone who even scratched it."

I gulped, and Ben sniggered. "Oh, shut up." I hissed.

There was silence as Julie searched for the TV that no longer existed.

"Uhm... Gwen??" Julie shouted up the steps. "There IS no big screen TV in the house. I searched everywhere."

Shit.

More footsteps thundered down the stairs. "What do you mean?" Confusion clung to Gwen's tone.

"Look. There IS no TV." Julie insisted.

"There's a note." Gwen replied. She started to read it. "Gwen, I know you probably want to watch TV right now, just a lucky guess, but Mr. Fluffington smashed it and ruined it, so I'm bringing it down to the store to fix it. Have fun at the beach, Kevin told me you were going. He's such a nice guy, you should go out with him more often. And don't forget to wear sun tan lotion. Lots of it sweetie, you're very pale. Love, your Dad."

Gwen was silent.

Ben smirked.

"Please buy the story... PLEASE buy the story..." I mouthed wordlessly.

"Okay, fine. Guess we can't watch TV." Gwen mumbled annoyed. "So, uhm... do you want a snack while we wait for the guys to come down?"

I slapped my forehead.

Fuck my life. I try to make people happy, and THIS is what I get in return.

"Uhhh... Kevin...??" Ben whispered in a high-pitched tone.

"What?" I hissed. That kid annoyed me so much, it was funny as hell.

"I'm allergic to cats." He whimpered nasally, plugging his nose and pointed at Mr. Fluffington who had somehow escaped with us into the closet.

"Ergh." I groaned. "Can't you just deal with it??"

"N...n...no." Ben made the noises somebody makes before they sneeze and shoot crud from their noses.

"Dammit, Ben!!" I hissed. I tried to push Mr. Fluffington as far as possible from Ben, but only ended up squashing his tail with my knee.

"Mrawwwww!!!!" He screeched, hissing and biting and scratching and....

Just shoot me.

"Go back to hell, demon cat!!" I hissed, swearing under my breath as Mr. Fluffington beat me up.

Yeah, that's right. A cat beat me up.

And the whole time, Ben just sat there, drinking the smoothie that I gave him.

Ass hole.

I prayed to god that the girls didn't hear us, at LEAST they had the blender and the microwave on.

My one streak of luck.

"That's it, I'm calling for backup!!" I muttered, trying to pry demon cat off of my face.

"Who's your backup?" Ben sniggered.

"Cooper."

"Cooper? Kevin you're going to epically fail." He murmured.

"Any other plans, Einstein?" I hissed. "I'm calling him."

I finally was able to shove the damn cat off of me and dial Cooper.

"Hello?" Came a nerdy voice.

"Cooper I need your help." I muttered.

"Why?"

"Because I'm In a fucking hell closet!!" I spat furiously.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Kev. How can I help?"

"I need you to distract Gwen and Julie while me and Ben sneak out, okay?"

"Did you say.... Gwen?" His voice got all lovey-dovey. Haha.

"Yes, I said Gwen, now can you please..."

He hung up.

"Yep he'll be here soon." I smirked. "Where's Mr. Fluffington??"

"He's taking a crap." Ben whispered. "Apparently coats aren't the only things that go in here."

I slowly turned around to look behind me. Great. A litter box. Can my day get any worse??

10 minutes later, the door bell rang.

"Hello?" Came Gwen's voice answering the door.

"Hello beautif... I mean, ahem, hello, Ma'm. I'm here to sell you girl scout cookies." He faltered in his fake, deep, manly voice. He must be wearing a disguise. By the sound of his voice, the mustache man one.

Oh, god.

"Mhmm." She was obviously trying desperately to avoid a laughing fit. "So... you're a girl scout then?"

Cooper paused. "Uhhh.............. yes. Yes I am."

Gwen laughed. "Oh, really? Then recite the Girl scout Law for me."

"Uhhh... On this hamburger, I will try, to serve onions, and lots of pickles, to help my restaurant, at all times, and to live by the girl scout law."

Wow. Cooper really loves food too much.

"WRONG." Gwen slammed the door shut in his face.

"Who was that freak, Gwen?" Julie giggled.

Gwen sighed. "A girl scout."

At that point in time, Ben and I had already tip toed out the back door, with Mr. Fluffington on hot pursuit. Dammit, I hated that cat. Almost more than Ben, and that's saying something.

Once we were outside, we raced to my car, and I gasped.

The old lady who I had thrown the piece of TV at was spilling oil all over my car, getting even for what I had done to her.

"NOOOO!!" I bellowed. "What the hell are you doing to my ride?"

"Getting even." She screeched. That bitch. Nobody messes with my ride.

"Ben," I gritted between my teeth. "Go get me Mr. Fluffington."

"Okay..??" Ben grabbed the unbearably furry Mr. Fluffington and handed him to me.

I smirked as I pulled down hard on Mr. Fluffington's tail and threw him at the old lady.

"MRAWWWWW!!"

"Ahhhhh!!" She squealed as Mr. Fluffington hissed and scratched her, clinging to her face.

I wiped the white fur off my hands. "Well, that takes care of that." I walked back towards my ride.

Ben didn't move, he kept staring straight ahead in shock.

Me: okayyy!! there's chapter two!! i hope you liked it!! i know I did, it was SOO fun to write:) okay, so next chapter they'll be heading down to the beach, and the actual pranking WILL begin!! so, let me know if you have any good pranks they can do on each other; you can PM me or just leave it in the reviews. either one is great:) so yep. please R&R and let me know how i'm doing! kay, bye!!