A/N: Well, it's been three months since I've ever touched this story and…AH! I need to get my normal writing schedule back! Sorry to no end to my readers and especially Igotjustinbieberfever. She requested this AGES ago and I never really got around to it. But, oh my, the idea looks REALLY fun…XD Oh, and please, kids, don't try this one at home. Seriously. I usually make my pranks harmless so you can take a shot at them, but this one is a little more risky.
Victim: Will
Pranker: Pierre
Producer: Whoever…I think I'll
Witness: Vaughn
OWSI:
If this turns out not funny…you have the right to be mad…actually you've had that right for at least…four months…XD.
"Five o'clock…tonight?" Will asked, seeming baffled that I offered him tea time today. What an idiot. What kind or prince gets confused?
"Yup. Five. I also have another…rather reluctant guest coming today also, so I apologize in advance for ANYTHING that goes on."
"…Okay…"
Later…
Ding! I spun around and took out the masterpiece of the day. Angel Food Cake. Yummy. I cut perfect dainty little slices and put them into the fanciest saucer style plates I had: White with pink and purple little blossoms making a beautiful border. Choosing the most delicious looking slice mentally, I smirked and pulled a key ring from under my purple sophisticated chef hat and stuck the key into a keyhole on an upper drawer.
This was going to be the night of my life. I couldn't wait. Luckily Will was one of those people who arrive at an event EXACTLY on time. He was also pretty gullible…
Now I took out one of the secret tools of my kitchen. A syringe. I rarely ever would use it; in fact this was my first time. I then shut the cabinet and relocked it with the key and tucked the little trinket under my hat. I scurried to the condiments section of the kitchen and looked around in the sauces section for my ultimate weapon.
Just a simple bottle of hot sauce was all I was looking for. Nothing more complicated than that.
My hands busied around, now kinda frantic. I pushed a small empty jar aside as my last hope and…there it was.
Imagine the heavenly bottle on a red velvet pillow with a sparkly light from above shining down perfectly on it and those clichéd "Ooooohhhh" voices. Whatever they're called.
I yanked out the spectacular object and set it on the granite counter and unscrewed the lid. A waft of gorgeous hot sauce came up to my nose and filled the room. This was a gourmet special ingredient. It was filled with exotic spices from all over the world. The ingredients list was so long that it had come in a small booklet instead of on the label.
It was getting close to five, so I began to work quickly, Swiftly, I filled the syringe with my luxurious tasting sauce and then slowly but without hesitation injected it into the slice of cake that I'd specially sliced for Will earlier. Then I carefully pulled the dangerous needle out. My work was done and all that was left was to clean up and remember which slice belonged to Will.
Vaughn
I grumbled and walked into Mirabelle's tiny little kitchen. There was no turning back, the middle aged woman urged me to go to this tea party that Pierre had invited me to through invitation. She claimed it would "encourage a healthy and social lifestyle".
I didn't have anyone on my side or anything like that. Even Sabrina forced me to go, and there's no way I have guts to say no to someone like her.
"Mirabelle."
"Yes, Vaughn, sweetie?" She turned around from the –ugh- carrot she was chopping for a salad and looked at me.
"Do you have an ice bag by chance? Pierre asked me to bring one over." I found it mysterious that Pierre wanted something as random as an ice bag, especially when he ought to have a "gourmet" one in his enormous freezer.
Mirabelle wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked over to the fridge. Couldn't she have washed her hands with hot soap and water before touching something after handling a carrot? She opened the freezer, and after a minute of rummaging around, said, "Oh, I'm so sorry Vaughn honey, but it looks like I'm fresh out. Julia must've used it all on Elliot's head when Natalie dropped a bucket "by accident" on him last week." She smiled apologetically. "Just tell Pierre that I have none, I guess. And that I'm very sorry."
Whatever. It didn't matter to me about the ice, anyways. "Thanks anyway, Mirabelle."
"You're welcome, dear." I bade goodbye and walked outside. Closing the door, I spotted the blond prince annoying guy coming down the path, towards me. He had already spotted me and had a smile on his face, so there was no way I could escape back into the shop. Oh dang it…
"Why, hello, Vaughn. Beautiful day, is it not?" That way of speaking just annoyed me.
"Yah." I muttered. "Gotta go." I said quickly and began to head towards Pierre's house but Will stopped me.
"Where do you have business today that you must go already?"
"Pierre wanted me over for tea." I mumbled and was given the most dreadful answer that could ever exist.
"Oh, he invited you too?" NO…no, please no…
"A-pparently." I said, in that kinda sassy voice that Chelsea used. It was almost sort of fun to do that. No wonder why she used it on people so often.
"Oh, fantastic! Shall we walk there together?" Oh, no thank you…
"Sure…"
When they got there…
We were now sitting in Pierre's house at his small square dining table. The table had been covered with a fancy lacy white clothed and a small pot of flowers had been placed in the middle. A small cup of tea had been placed at every seat, even the one that wasn't going to be used. What was this, dinner with the President or just a friendly gathering?
Pierre came out of the kitchen holding a silver tray with three saucers. On each laid a delicate slice of angel's food cake. I cowered a bit. Cake kinda scared me sometimes, and I didn't know why. The devious grin on Pierre's face didn't help much at all. The kid, ahem, chef, could be quite unexplained sometimes.
We were each given a slice of cake and finally, Pierre sat down at his seat.
"Oh, Pierre, what elegant decorations you have put up for us this evening!" Will exclaimed in his most squeaky and irritating voice. I could smash his face any day. Why, oh WHY does he have to be Sabrina's COUSIN?
"Why, thank you, Will. They're the latest fashion of dining in the gourmet world." Pierre boasted. "Will, it would be the greatest pleasure of mine to have your opinion on the quality of this cake! It's my most modern recipe!" Something sounded really fishy to me now, but maybe it was just the sleeping pill I had taken last night…
Will smiled and graciously cut a piece of his slice and poked his fork into it. He then put the cake into his mouth "What do you think?"
Now Will isn't the one to point out the imperfections in something, no matter how severe they are. He was just too polite. "It's…the most…distinctive cake I've ever eaten…."
What was in this cake that made Will's face turn fire engine red and his eyes tear up? Why did he all of the sudden look like there was fire in his hair? Was he going to blow up or something. I scooted to the edge of my seat, ready as ever to sprint the heck out of there before he exploded. But just in time Will let out the highest and most girlish scream I'd ever heard in my whole life.
"WATER!"
Pierre looked up from the cake he'd been so distracted eating and gave Will an innocent look. "That was kinda choked up; what did you say?"
"WATER! THIS IS QUITE SPICY!" Oh, god. He still hadn't let go of the British words.
Pierre calmly (and as slow as heck) walked over into the kitchen, gracefully took a fancy glass out of a cabinet, and filled it up with water from a pitcher. "Vaughn, did you happen to being the ice bag?"
Oh, crap! I didn't even tell him! "Err, no…"
Pierre smiled really widely almost as if he was pleased. "That's alright. This water will have to do." he said and gave the glass of water to Will, who immediately chugged it and then screamed even more.
"THIS IS HOT WATER!"
"Oh, I am very sorry, Will, but my refrigerator water isn't coming cool at the moment. Try asking Mirabelle for water."
That was it. Will ran outside, screaming obnoxiously and waving his hands in the air. Pierre and I watched him through the window until he was out of sight.
"What was that all about?"
"Hot sauce and a syringe, my friend. That's the most I'll ever tell you."
I guess today was April Fools' Day. Must've forgotten…
A/N: I hope everyone liked it! Again I apologize to you, Igotjustinbieberfever! Hope you liked it, too!
