OKAY. Now. I would like to sincerely apologize for taking so darn long to update. There are a few reasons why, of course.

1) being because I have been super busy and haven't had time to get on the computer since forever.

2) For some reason, there's no spark in this story for me. It is a good plot and everything, but I am kind of stuck and you know that feeling when your writing a story and the ideas just flow from your brain into your fingers and soon enough behind the typing cursor? Well yeah, that feeling is not currently present. BUT that does not give me any reason not to update, because personally I hate cliffhangers and I suspect I'm not the only one.

Now, with that super long and unneeded statement being said, here is chapter 10. Enjoy=)

RPOV

I was searching the internet like a mad man. Google, Yahoo, Ask dot com, Ask Jeeves dot com...

Nothing. Nothing at all. I searched awesome pranks, biggest pranks, even epic pranks. But all I got was whoopee cushion under the teachers desk, along with many other third grade level pranks. Since I'm not skilled in the rebellion area, I can't think of my own pranks. Hence me sucking the internet of everything it knows about pulling the perfect prank, wining a pranking contest and getting a date with a hot girl. Apparently, the internet didn't know much about that.

"Hey little bro," My 17 year old sister, Marissa, greeted me as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and scanned her options. Kind of reminds you of someone, doesn't it? I've never made the connection between Sam and my sister. But I really like my sister a lot, which makes me wonder if that's the reason I like Sam so much...

"Hey. Where have you been?" I asked her. It was a Saturday morning and I haven't seen her since Thursday.

"I'm not really sure..." She told me, staring intently at the contents of the fridge.

"How are you not sure? You were gone for three days straight." I asked her, wondering if it was really that easy to forget where you are, or if my sister was suffering from short term memory loss. She finally looked up from the fridge an wrinkled her nose like she always does when she's thinking.

"Well, see. I started out at Macy's..on Thursday night. The night of her party remember? But then on Friday, I didn't wake up there like I had planned. And I didn't wake up in her front yard like last time." She said, reminding me of the many times she has awoken in multiple peoples front yards, usually strangers, and usually causing them to alert the authorities.

"So where did you wake up?" I was getting a little worried because my sister has done a lot of stuff, but she never pulled a stunt like this.

"I'm not sure exactly. All I know is that I woke up in some 20 something guys house, half naked in his bed and watching cartoons with his cat. When he came in from the shower he said he "let me crash there". Yeah. I'm so sure."

"Well, you better figure out what happened because mom is super pissed and she's gonna want an explanation." She squinted her eyes, probably thinking of the yelling and screaming that will go on when my mom got home from work.

"And what about dad?" She asked, still making that face. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh don't even get me started on dad." She said a curse under her breath.

"Man. I can't believe I don't know anything that happened. I was so wasted on Thursday...Ohh my word, you don't even wanna know." She laughed remembering the party and I returned to my computer. I never liked that about my sister. She was a huge party animal and she loved to drink. The worst part was she always ended up with a boy. Always.

"Hmm. Okay. Here's my theory. When I went to the party, me and Mace were talking to some really hot college guys, so maybe I got drunk and agreed to go home with one. We probably fooled around, I mean, I doubt with his looks that he's the kind of guy who let's random girls crash his apartment without a little somethin' somethin' in return." She shrugged and returned her gaze to the fridge, where it had been before. I rolled my eyes again. Same old Marissa.

"Anyways, when he came out of the shower, he told me he had to go to class, so I showered and he drove me back to Claudia's and I crashed. Dude, I slept for like 6 hours straight, it was crazy. But really good for my pores, so I guess there was a plus."

"Uh huh. And that's the story you're gonna tell mom and dad? That you went to a party you weren't supposed to go to, got drunk, went to a strangers house, and had sex with him? All in one night? Oh yeah. Great plan." I added sarcastically. Personally, no matter how much I loved my sister, I couldn't help but always be a little disgusted by her behavior.

"Whatever. I'll think of something later. So what ya up to brother?" She asked, coming over to the dining room table and taking a seat next to me. She had a hot pocket in her hand that she had microwaved without me noticing.

"Oh..I'm...I'm trying to find a really great prank to pull...but I've checked just about every website there is and-" She slapped the table, startling me and making me jump. She was suddenly above me, pointing down at me as she stood in front of the table with wide eyes.

"I've got you. Perfect prank. No websites or internet needed." She returned to her seat and proceeded in eating her hot pocket. " Problem solved. Next order of business." She stated firmly, as if she was a judge dismissing my case with just a few words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...what? And how exactly is my problem solved?" She rolled her eyes as if the answer was just beneath my nose.

"Joan Cape Junior High. 2006. One of the best days of my life, and one of the worst days of Courtney's." She stared at the centerpiece in the middle of the dining room as if it projected the very memory she was thinking of like a movie.

"Wait...Courtney Anderson? Wasn't she like, your best friend-"

"EX Best friend." She corrected me with a louder voice then she had been using before, causing me to flinch a little in my seat.

"But you guys were so close..." I said, trailing off while remembering the multiple sleepovers and birthday parties etc that my sister and Courtney Anderson had RSVP'd.

"Were. Past tense. We don't talk anymore. Period." She said, still using that seemingly unrecognizable voice that I had never heard her use before.

"Okay. I'm sorry....I brought it up." I looked down at my hands as I fidgeted with them under the table. She let out a empathetic sigh.

"I'm sorry little brother. It's just...Courtney is a....soft spot for me. Forgive me?" She asked, using her high pitched voice that could enchant any man on this earth, including my father.

Unfortunately, I wasn't immune to her delicate charm and her puppy dog face, so I caved in and made a slight shrug with my shoulders.

"Okay good. Now, you still want the play by play of how I publicly embarrassed Courtney in front of everyone? Or do you wanna, you know, talk about something else. Cause that would be totally cool with me." I looked up at my sister to meet her sarcastic eyes and then smiled an ear to ear grin to match hers.

"I think the Courtney story would be alright." Marissa nodded and took in deep breath.

"Okay. It all started when that little skank stole my boyfriend in the 6th grade..."

WHOOOH. I FINISHED IT. I ACTUALLY. FINISHED. IT. WHAT. THE. BUCK. Okay. So I've done my part, pretty poorly but I did it nonetheless. And now it's time for YA'LL to do yours. You can probably guess what that is right? REVIEW. BECAUSE. ILOVEYOU. haha. OH WHATEVER IT RHYMES!