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3rdperson POV
"First step," Ian said. "We go to Natalie's room and exchange the liquid in her shampoo bottle with pink dye."
Ian was standing in front of a wall, still in his tattered clothes, pointing to a piece of bond paper with a schematic of his mansion using a wooden ladle.
"How 'bout Dan?" Amy asked.
They had figured that Dan had to be part of this prank. Hewasthe one who sent the video to Amy; he and Natalie were like partners in crime. Both mischievous and quite evil. A perfect team to have to pull a prank like this. If he wasn't part of the prank at all…then they'll just say: whoopsie daisies! And they're through.
"We will do…something," Ian said slowly.
"Haven't worked that out, have you, Einstein?" Amy teased.
"Nope, not really."
Amy sat on the couch with her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand with a thoughtful expression.
"What if," she started. "We put laxative in his—nah. Never mind. Ooh, how 'bout we—still not good enough. Maybe—"
"When does Dan come home from his sleepover?" Ian abruptly asked.
"Tomorrow…" Amy answered with a confused look.
"We could dye his clothes…pink?"
Ian was losing good ideas, but he was sure enough that Dan hated the color of pink.Especially,hot pink.Amy looked over at him and checked to see if he was serious.What's up with him and dying stuff pink?She thought.
"Hmm, let me think…no." She looked at him with an evil smile. "Wecould,though, redecorate his room."
Ian grinned and ran over to Amy and swept her off her feet. Literally. He hugged her and lifted her up, twirling her in the process. Laughing all the while thinking,What did I do to deserve such a smart girlfriend?He set her on the ground and went to stand in by the front door, holding it open.
"Shall we go, love?" he asked, grinning at his girlfriend.
"Yup," she said, but looked Ian over. "Right after I fix you up."
Groaning, Ian closed the door and walked back to Amy.
Walking down the sidewalk, was Amy in her blue t-shirt and jeans with simple tennis shoes. She bore no makeup and had her hair in a loose ponytail. Ian stood beside her, with his hand intertwined with hers, with one of Dan's largest shirts on and his tattered button down shirt over it, with none of the buttons, well, buttoned. His ripped designer jeans looked like they were like the average ripped jeans you could buy in a typical clothes store, except it was thoroughly ripped. His Louis Viutton sneakers now looked like the sneakers a teenage boy would wear, not designer and it even looked like he used it for running.
Both were carrying a couple of paper bags filled with the materials they need for their revenge on Natalie and Dan.
Ian was shot some disgusted looks, but was left unnoticed by Ian. He was too emerged in his thoughts of how Natalie would look like with pink hair and on how soft Amy's hand seemed to be in his large hand. Once they reached the apartment, a little voice of a child came to their ears,
"Mommy!" as much as Ian could tell, the voice belonged to a little girl. "Is he a h-hobo?"
Ian was about to turn to retaliate, but Amy had other ideas. She pulled Ian's head down to her height and kissed his lips, hard.
"That little…how dare she call me a hobo? I am no hobo! I am Ian Kabra! Kabra!" Ian said against Amy's lips as he kissed her back just as hard (if that's possible).
It was muffled by her lips and came out as: "Tha ickle…wow dey hi cowl i uh ocko? A eh oh ocko! A eh Ee-aa Ckabla! Ckabla!"
Amy pulled away and gave Ian an look that said,WTH?Ian shrugged and looked at her with stubborn eyes.
"I'm no hobo." Ian grumbled.
"You're such a baby," Amy mumbled low enough for only her to hear.
"What was that, love?" Ian asked. Amy just shrugged.
Sighing, Amy unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in. She dumped all the all the paper bags she was carrying on the floor in front of the couch. She sat down on the carpeted floor and rummaged through the bags.
"Who first?" she asked.
"Well," Ian started. "Since we're already here. Let's do Dan's room."
Ian grinned evilly and picked something out of a periwinkle paper bag and held it up. It was pink and was a poster. The background was mixed with pink, purple, orange, and baby blue. In the middle of the poster was…
Barney, the Purple Dinosaur holding his arms out with text under him in bold saying:I Love You!
"Nice," Amy commented grinning evilly at Ian who was beaming at her.
"Let's do this thing," Ian said.
A/N: I just made the poster up. I know Amy and Ian are a bit or are really OOC. And this chapter might have sucked, but I had to hurry up for my soccer practice. Wish me luck!
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