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I know that last week I said that I wouldn't be taking anymore prompts for one-shots but I still got a few suggestions and indications that people have more ideas. So what I'm going to say is: leave any prompts that you would like me to write in a review for this chapter (or as soon as possible) and I can add it to the list. I want to write all of the ideas that people have now because I don't want you waiting until I get back around to this story once I've finished Reality Check since that won't be for quite a while. Leave me any prompts if you have them because once I've gotten through them all, I won't be coming back to this story any time soon. I can't wait to hear what you come up with!
I also want to say thank you to a few people. Thank you Owllover34 for having the idea for this prank war series and for coming up with the idea for Lugnut's prank from last chapter (I'm sorry, I just forgot to mention it but I still wanted to give you credit). Thank you TKDP for suggesting that I do a ButchyxLela prank and for leaving the idea for one of the pranks in this story. And thank you TeenBeachGirl101 for suggesting a prank that I used in this story (I did change the prank slightly though, I really hope that you don't mind!)
Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's the one-shot: Pineapple Glitter Is Not Toothpaste!
After listening to numerous different accounts of the pranks that had gone on in the past twenty four hours, Lela was thankful to be leaving the hangout spot where the stories of the jokes were flying from person to person like manic hummingbirds, often getting twisted beyond recognition so that the original had next to no meaning anymore. The heels of her baby pink, knee-high boots clicked along the pavement, sending echoes down the almost silent street of houses. They all had neat gardens and brightly coloured front doors with flowers in boxes beneath windows in vibrant jewel tones. The homes all looked identical from the way that they were lined up, side-by-side, but each one had their own quirks, making each one different to the next if you took the time to look. Lela quietly walked behind her older brother, obediently waiting while he fumbled with his set of keys to open the front door. The siblings stepped inside and the feeling of being home washed over them. The comforting glow of the hallway lightbulb that made everything look slightly more yellow than usual, the faint smell of the strawberry buttercream scented candle that Lela constantly left open but never bothered to burn and the dark, mahogany staircase that greeted you almost immediately after you walked through the door all contributed to the sensation. The siblings said their goodnights and parted ways.
Lela went to get ready in her bedroom and waited until she heard the familiar, steady thuds that indicated her older brother ascending the stairs. She was running her hairbrush through her sleek raven locks as she heard him approaching and the biker girl couldn't stop the grin creeping onto her face. The suspense built up more and more as she sat expectantly, craving the reaction she knew that she would get once her brother discovered the surprise that she had left for him. Ever since she had learned from Struts that Butchy had been the one to persuade Lugnut to prank his girlfriend, Lela knew that he needed to be taught a lesson. Little did she know that her brother had already been taught his own lesson, so her action was pretty unnecessary. Well, not completely unnecessary. Butchy would just have had two pranks pulled on him in one day. And after helping Struts prepare her prank for Lugnut that morning, Lela had been desperate to pull one off herself.
The sound of running water splattering into the sink basin made Lela's stomach flip in anticipation; it wouldn't be much longer now. Almost a minute passed until she finally heard the sound of more thudding footsteps, this time growing louder with every step, until eventually Lela's bedroom door was flung open.
"Uh, Sis?" Butchy asked, although his words were slightly muffled by the toothbrush that he was still holding in his mouth.
"Yeah, Butchy?" Lela asked innocently, glancing at her brother's reflection in her mirror and trying her hardest not to let a laugh escape her mouth.
"Have ya used the toothpaste yet?" Butchy asked, leaning against the doorframe of his sister's room.
"No, why'd you ask?" Lela asked, once again appearing to be oblivious to the issue so that she didn't give anything away.
"'Cause I think we's should throw it out," Butchy answered, grimacing as he tried to move the toothbrush around his mouth again.
"Why?" Lela asked casually, pressing her lips together to hide her smile.
"I think it's gone bad," Butchy replied as his eyebrows creased together, yet again getting a wave of nausea that he had experienced four times already from the bizarre taste of the toothpaste.
"How? We only bought it last week," Lela chirped, her eyebrows knitting to match her brother's concern.
"I dunno," Butchy huffed. "I do know that it's makin' my mouth feel funny though," he added, once again wincing at the taste.
"Maybe that's because it's not toothpaste," Lela replied simply, a small smile working its way onto her face as she looked down at her hair, sneaking glances at her brother's changing expression in the mirror.
"What?" Butchy asked after a pause where he just stared at Lela's reflection in the mirror, since the back of her head was facing him. Surely he'd misheard his sister. At least, that's what he hoped.
"It's not toothpaste," Lela repeated, gently running her hairbrush through the ends of her hair and still stealing glances at her older brother.
"Well what is it then?!" Butchy exclaimed, promptly removing the toothbrush from his mouth in disgust.
"Mouth-numbing gel," Lela said, her eyes finally moving upwards to look at her brother properly, only to see him running back to the bathroom.
"What the heck, Sis! Why'd ya think of somethin' like that?!" Butchy cried between coughs, manically rinsing his mouth out with water and spitting the remaining 'toothpaste' into the sink.
"I wanted to prank you," Lela said, appearing in the doorway behind her brother with a satisfied grin.
"Why?" Butchy asked, his mouth slightly hanging open as he stared at his sister in disbelief, a small droplet of water hanging from his bottom lip and threatening to fall into the sink basin.
"Well I wanted to prank someone…and you kinda deserve it," Lela replied, letting out a small giggle at Butchy's shocked expression.
"My last statement still stands," Butchy said, not feeling like Lela's answer was enough.
"Well you were the one that told Lugnut to prank Struts so I feel like you needed to be taught a lesson. You can't go around starting things like that, Butchy. It pretty much spells out trouble," Lela clarified, throwing in a quick scolding along with her explanation.
Butchy was too tired to bother trying to explain to Lela that he'd already been 'taught his lesson' and frankly, his mouth was too numb to even speak properly anyway. So he settled for just complaining, "I can't even feel my mouth now." The biker boy's words slurred together slightly as he lost more and more control of his lips. The mouth-numbing gel was definitely starting to take effect.
"Good," Lela giggled, finding that the way that Butchy was talking to be getting funnier and funnier.
"Whatever," Butchy grumbled, pushing past his sister to exit the bathroom.
"Good night, Butchy," Lela called in cheery tone, still on a high from pulling off her prank so well.
"Night," Butchy huffed curtly, closing his bedroom door behind him as soon as he stepped inside. Obviously, he hadn't seen the funny side to Lela's prank yet, unlike his little sister, who skipped over to the sink and took the real toothpaste out from the cabinet underneath the sink. She'd never been so triumphant whilst brushing her teeth and she didn't think that she would ever be again; it was a slightly obscure emotion and action match after all.
The next morning as Lela scurried down the stairs she was met with the rare sound of rain splattering against the window panes. It hardly ever rained in Wet Side Story since it was supposed to be an ideal summer destination…or something like that. But sometimes you just need a rainy day, even in a perfect tropical paradise. The biker girl slipped on her pink leather jacket and grabbed her frilly, red and white polka-dotted umbrella from where it was leaning against the wall beside the front door. She picked up her house keys from the dish next to the telephone, easily being able to tell her own apart from her brother's due to the sheer amount of kitschy keyrings that adorned her bunch of keys, before stepping outside. Only a few raindrops splashed onto her skin in the space of time between her exiting the house and opening up her umbrella. But the biker girl was met with quite a shock when she put that umbrella up. As the umbrella's spotted fabric unfurled above her head, she was showered, not with rain, but with glitter. Glitter wasn't the only item falling on her though, after a few seconds, multi-coloured feathers floated into her line of vision. A few of them landed on her head but most of the just fluttered to the ground and found their place in a large yet shallow puddle on the driveway.
"Um, everythin' ok, Sis?" Butchy asked, stopping a few steps before he reached the bottom of the staircase because he wasn't exactly sure yet if he was imagining his sister covered in feathers or not.
"I don't really know," Lela said slowly, trying to decide for herself if all of that had really just come out of her umbrella.
"It's an interestin' look, I'll give you's that," Butchy chuckled, grabbing his leather jacket, which was hanging over the staircase's banister.
"I don't understand…" Lela trailed off, starting to stiffly brush herself off.
"I think yous been pranked, Lela," Butchy said, strolling up behind his sister with an amused smile tugging at his lips.
"What?" Lela questioned, her expression plainly showing how confused she was.
"Someone's pranked ya, Sis," Butchy clarified, brushing a pile of glitter and feathers off Lela's shoulder before laying his hand there.
"Was it you?" Lela asked warily, stepping back from her older brother before shooting him a questioning look. "Is this revenge for last night?"
"No! Course not, I don't work that fast, Sis," Butchy said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well who is it then?" Lela asked, taking a step back towards her brother, a little guilty that she'd been so quick to blame Butchy for this.
"Obviously someone who wants to make ya look a little bit stupid," Butchy said, sliding his sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose, even though the sun was hidden behind a sky of rainclouds.
"But…who?" Lela asked, her eyebrows creasing in the centre as she looked up at her brother like he knew the answer.
"I's just takin' a guess but…" Butchy trailed off, taking Lela's shoulders and spinning her around to look down the driveway. Across the road the biker girl saw a very familiar blue car slowly pulling away from the curb. As Lela looked more closely she could make out the faces of a handful of surfers, including her boyfriend. Tanner was sat in the passenger seat and even though she couldn't fully see him, she could still tell that he was laughing his head off and giving high-fives to the other surfers in the car.
"Tanner did this?" Lela asked, admittedly feeling quite betrayed by the hunky male lead.
"It sure does look like it," Butchy said, his eyes trained on the vehicle as it rolled away.
"Why would he do something like this though?" Lela asked, letting out a defeated sigh as the car drove out of sight.
"Sis, it's glitter and feathers, it's not like it's the end of the world," Butchy said, raising one of his eyebrows at his sister.
"I guess you're right," Lela sighed, letting out a small laugh as she realised how ridiculous it was that she had gotten so hurt by a few feathers and a packet of fluorescent pink and orange glitter.
"I always am," Butchy said smugly, starting to stroll down the driveway to his bike.
"Yeah right," Lela said, rolling her eyebrows at her brother's cocky behaviour. But just as Butchy was swinging his leg over his biker, a thought popped into Lela's glittery, feather-covered head. "I've gotta prank him back," she piped up, a determined smile slowly forming on her face.
"You do's?" Butchy asked, shooting his sister a questioning look as he lowered himself into the seat of his motorbike.
"Yep, I've gotta prove that I can prank him just as well as he can prank me," Lela said, gaining more and more confidence in herself pulling this off as she continued to think about it.
"Ok, but how are ya gonna do that?" Butchy asked, leaning forward slightly and holding himself up by bracing his arms as he gripped the handlebars.
"I just told him a few days ago that I'm allergic to pineapple," Lela said as an idea started to flourish in her head, shocking herself with how bad it sounded. "Maybe I could use that to my advantage."
"Oh great, here we go's," Butchy huffed, rolling his eyes as Lela started to excitedly scuttle around and plan out her prank.
"Right, I'll start planning it out as soon as I've had another shower," Lela announced before skipping back into the house.
"Another shower? Why?" Butchy called, craning his neck to try to see if Lela really was running upstairs again.
"I think Tanner put glue in my hairspray, the glitter's sticking to my hair," Lela shouted back, not bothering to look back over her shoulder to see if Butchy was following her because she knew that he wouldn't be.
"I'll just see ya at Big Momma's," Butchy sighed, revving the engine of his bike, sliding his helmet over his head and then pulling out of the driveway.
"Meet ya there, Butchy," Lela called even though she knew that her older brother was already halfway down the road by now.
It was around six o'clock that evening when Lela finally decided to set her plan into action. She hadn't really seen Tanner all day after the incident that morning, he'd been out on the waves most of the time so she thought that it would be better to just leave the matter until later. The raven-haired girl was stood by the fruit punch bowl on the snack table when the surfers all bounded through the double doors of Big Momma's. They all scattered within seconds, each one running off in a different direction, but, like always, Tanner made his way over to her straight away.
"Hey, Lela," he greeted, tearing towards the biker girl with a big, goofy grin on his face.
"Hi, Tanner," Lela smiled, all of her frustration with him melting away as soon as she caught sight of him. But that didn't last for long, she was soon set back on pranking him.
"You look really pretty today," Tanner grinned, showering Lela with compliments like he always did. It didn't take long for some of the other surfers joined him; Seacat, Giggles and Rascal were never far behind their leader.
"Thank you," Lela said, quickly glancing down at her outfit and swishing the skirt of her pink sundress before meeting Tanner's gaze again. It was only for a second though because, as usual, Tanner got distracted. He gets distracted very easily, especially when he's excited.
"Ooh, fruit punch!" Tanner exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he took a step closer to the table. The other three surfers all followed his actions, crowding around the snack table to get to the punch bowl before anyone else.
"So, Tanner, how was your day?" Lela asked, casually trying to strike up a conversation between her and her boyfriend once he had poured himself a glass of the fruit juice.
"Oh, it was so groovy! The waves were really big so we got to do a ton of surfing but then we didn't want to go swimming after lunch so we played a game of volleyball, which was super fun and by that time we could go back in the water so we surfed even more-" Tanner babbled, starting to ramble and speak quicker the further into the story he got.
Eventually, Lela just wanted to get her prank over with. Although it didn't look like Tanner was going to stop talking any time soon, so she just had to interrupt him. "Uh, Tanner?" she cut in, stopping Tanner in his tracks halfway through a word.
"Yeah, Lela?" he asked, turning to Lela with an expectant but slightly questioning smile.
"Is there any pineapple in this?" Lela asked, pointing to her cup of fruit punch and trying her hardest to look worried.
"I don't know, I can check though," Tanner smiled, the severity of the situation not fully sinking in for him yet. "There's oranges, lemons, strawberries, watermelon and pineapple," he announced, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he concentrated on reading the ingredients off the little tag beside the bowl. "So yeah, there's pineapple in it," he said, once again grinning goofily at Lela since he hadn't realised the repercussions of the piece of fruit yet. Then it finally hit him. "Oh no, there's pineapple in it!" he cried, flinging his arms about as he started to panic. He didn't think when he was throwing his arms around though, because he ended up hurling his entire cup of the fruit punch in Rascal's face. Giggles scampered behind Seacat, trying to avoid getting splashed by the juice, but Rascal had nowhere to run to, so he got drenched.
"There's pineapple in it," Rascal repeated, still managing to be the human equivalent of a parrot even though he was dripping with fruit punch.
"I think we gathered that," Seacat sighed, trying to pry Giggles off his arm before grabbing a handful of napkins and passing them to the surfer boy beside him.
"Have you had any of it?" Tanner asked, suddenly setting into a more serious side of himself that Lela had rarely ever seen.
"Yeah," Lela managed to say, kind of taken aback by Tanner's authorative nature. She hadn't had any of the drink though; she was just lying to make Tanner panic so that she could teach him a lesson.
"What happens when you have a reaction to it? Do you have to take a tablet or something?" Tanner asked, snatching the glass of fruit punch out of Lela's grasp and thrusting it in Seacat's direction, expecting him to take it away from him.
"Uh huh," Lela said, watching as the glass was passed down the line of surfers until it was put back on the table that she had originally picked it up from.
"Come on, we've gotta get you home," Tanner said, an edge of urgency to his voice as he clutched Lela's forearms and began to lead her towards the door.
"Erm…" Lela murmured. Instead of willingly allowing Tanner to tug her outside though, she found herself digging her heels in and resisting him, probably because the guilt of lying like this to him was starting to get to her.
"What's wrong, Sweetie?" Tanner asked, whipping back around to face his girlfriend with an extremely concerned expression written across his face. "You're alright to walk home, right?" he continued, clasping Lela's hands in his and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"Um…" Lela trailed off again, at a loss for words because she felt like she'd lost control of the situation.
"Oh gosh," Tanner sighed, his level of panic sky-rocketing through the roof. Before Lela could say anything to attempt to calm him down, Tanner had already swept the biker girl off her feet and was carrying her bridal style as he started to speed-walk towards the door. Lela gripped onto Tanner's shoulder for fear of falling out of his arms, which definitely seemed like a possibility considering how fast he was moving.
"Jeepers! Where are you two headin' off in such a hurry?" Struts exclaimed just as she was about to get trampled by the couple. Butchy, Lugnut, CheeChee and Struts had all lazily sauntered into the restaurant expecting to be met with the lively atmosphere and excited buzz of noise that came from the beach hangout spot, not to almost be crushed by the head of the surfers sprinting towards them with one of their fellow bikers in his arms.
"Lela had an allergic reaction," Tanner practically screamed at them, trying to dodge past them as soon as he'd spoken. "I've gotta get her back to her house.
"Really? 'Cause she doesn't really look like she's in any trouble to me," CheeChee drawled, raising one of her eyebrows at Tanner as her eyes flitted from the surfer boy to the girl in his arms and back again.
"What?" Tanner questioned, stealing a glance at Lela and then having to do a double take because he saw that she was laughing. "Uh, Lela…what are you doing?" he asked, rather puzzled by Lela's change of behaviour.
"Laughing, Tanner," Lela giggled, her laughs soft as a side effect of how nervous she felt. She was definitely having second thoughts about the prank that she had just pulled. But what could she do about it now?
"W…why?" Tanner asked, still firmly clutching his girlfriend because to him this hadn't stopped being a dangerous situation yet. He still thought that all of this was real.
"Cause I was joking, Tanner. I didn't really have any of the fruit punch," Lela said, trying to tell Tanner that she had just been messing with him as gently as possible. She had no idea that he was going to take it that seriously.
Tanner just stared at Lela for a few seconds, his girlfriend's words slowly working their way through his head. Once he finally managed to process everything that Lela had just said, he opened his mouth to speak. "Oh," he stuttered, clumsily placing Lela back on her feet. He let out a laugh but it seemed forced and really awkward. Lela felt abolutely terrible about it and she knew that she had to explain herself or she would continue to feel that way for who knows how long.
"Tanner, can I talk to you?" Lela asked, fiddling with her fingers as she locked her gaze with her boyfriend.
"Sure," Tanner replied, forcing a bright smile onto his face to mask how embarrassed he felt.
"I really didn't think that you would take it that seriously, Tanner. I'm really sorry," Lela said, apologising after the pair had stepped off to the side to get some privacy.
"Of course I was going to take it seriously, Lela. I didn't want anything bad to happen to you, I never would. You know that, right?" Tanner said, laying one of his hands on the biker girl's shoulder with his ocean blue eyes focused directly on her. "You mean too much to me for me to allow that to happen."
"I know," Lela smiled, shyly avoiding Tanner's gaze. "I guess I was just mad from this morning, I wanted to teach you a lesson."
"This morning? What did I…oh yeah," Tanner sighed, remembering the prank that he had set up and watched from his car with the surfer guys. "Wait, you weren't angry, were you?"
"Yeah, kinda," Lela admitted, too embarrassed to look at Tanner properly.
"Oh, Lela, I'm sorry. I was trying to make you laugh; I thought that you'd find it funny," Tanner said, quickly wrapping his girlfriend into a hug, which she gladly returned.
"Well I did, just not at the time," Lela confessed, pressing her cheek against Tanner's chest as he embraced her even tighter. "Oh, Tanner, I really messed up, didn't I?"
"Not really, I get it," Tanner reassured her, stepping back out of the hug a little bit so that he could look at her again.
"You do?" Lela asked, quirking one of her eyebrows at her boyfriend.
"Yeah, I should have thought about my prank a bit more before I did it, I didn't think about it ruining your hair or getting on your clothes," Tanner said, sliding his arms down so that they nestled around Lela's waist.
"It's fine. I should have thought about mine more too, I shouldn't have lied like that," Lela said, letting her gaze fall to the floor for a few seconds during a pause in the conversation before bringing it back up to look at Tanner again. "I guess both of our ideas were a little bit silly," she said, a small giggle escaping her lips.
"We're not exactly the best pranksters, are we?" Tanner chuckled, a genuine smile forming on his face this time from hearing the sound of his girlfriend's laughter.
"Nope," Lela giggled, sharing a laugh with the surfer boy, who had stolen her heart. "How about we promise never to attempt something like this again?" she suggested, silently praying that Tanner would agree because she didn't really want to have to put herself through the process of pranking someone again any time soon.
"I like that idea," Tanner smiled, leaning in and planting a kiss on Lela's forehead.
"Pinky promise?" Lela questioned, raising her hand up in front of her and Tanner with her little finger pointing to the roof.
"Pinky promise," Tanner agreed, letting out a small chuckle as he wrapped his little finger around Lela's.
Lela and Tanner weren't very good at pranking each other. So what? That didn't bother them at all. They were perfectly content with just happily swanning through life in each other's arms. But Lela had managed to successfully prank her brother, so that was enough to call a triumph for her, right?
I really hope that you enjoyed it!
Like I always say, I'm sorry that it took so long to post, I'm just really busy. I'm trying my best though, I promise!
The next one-shot is going to be the last in this prank series so I thought that I'd finish it off with Mack and Brady. I'm really excited to start writing that one because I have some really cool pranks thought out! So I hope that you're excited for that!
Thank you so much for reading! I couldn't ask for better readers, your support is the best!
-cherrygorilla
