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Okay, so, first, I'm very sorry it took so long to write this. And a very happy New Year to you all. Thanks for sticking by my story, you wonderful people. This one is for SeoulSistaah, who requested a one-shot about Patricia, Jerome and Alfie.
Now, I'm sure I don't need to refresh you on which couples are in this. So... On with it!
Chapter 53: Patricia, Jerome, Alfie and a baseball bat.
Alfie looked at his lab partner and saw the familiar "I have an idea" smirk on the blond boy's face. Alfie smiled, knowing that whatever Jerome Clarke was planning would somehow involve one or more of the residents screaming. "Do my eyes deceive me or is the mind of the prank meister Clarke turning again?" Alfie asked, looking curious and excited.
"What do you say that we put a fish oil in Nina's conditioner?" Jerome smiled deviously at his friend, his crystal blue eyes alight with malice and dangerously hyperactive excitement as he looked at the unfortunate American victim.
Alfie pondered this for a second. A fellow Sibuna? The rules stated that everything was secret, dangerous. What Nina said was final. But it said nothing about pranking anyone, did it? Secrecy, yes. Solidarity, yes. Safety, definitely, yes. But pranking...? Alfie grinned at his friend and nodded. "Tonight, when she's asleep?" He asked and grinned when his friend nodded.
"Tonight." Jerome agreed.
"Okay, lid's off. Fish oil, please, Alfredo." Jerome smiled, his eyes glinting devilishly as he held the bottle out in the dark.
Alfie chuckled evilly under his breath. "She'll be so confused!" He stifled his laughter.
Out of nowhere, a familiar voice asked "Hello? Who keeps talking?"
The two pranksters hid in the airing cupboard until the female being had left. As soon as they were certain she was gone, they rushed off to their room. "Can't wait to see Martin's face and fishy hair." Jerome chuckled quietly, getting into his bed.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh! What happened to my hair?" A girl screamed. Minutes later, Patricia screamed again. "I'm gonna kill those cockroaches!"
Alfie and Jerome smiled conspiratorially at each other and continued eating their banana pancakes. A small girl with blackish-brown hair and blue highlights rushed into the dining room. "Run. The Goth pixie knows what you guys did. And, she's furious about it."
At that moment, Patricia ran in with a bat, her hair a spectacular neon green with weird orange highlights. "You!" She screamed when the duo began to laugh. "You little cockroaches! Have you seen what you've done to my hair?"
They began to run and Alfie grinned. "Green suits you, Trixie! I'm not so sure about the highlights, though." He and Jerome ran faster and faster.
Nina walked in and looked at the only other person left in the dining room, who had been watching, dumbfounded, as the trio had been playing Chase. "Why?" She asked of the girl.
"Long story, Neens. But we get banana pancakes."
Loud yelps of pain began to echo. "That's how to get a Goth pixie mad." Jerome yelped in pain.
Okay, so, how was that? Thank you so much for putting up with me. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. But... You can still request and I will try to update as soon as I can. So, thank you once again and have a great New Year! BlackCat46 out! :) x
