"What the fuck?" James said stupidly, looking around. Taking notice he was back in his hotel room, James wondered why his eyes hurt so much, and why his hair felt so stiff...
"Holy shit!" He yelled, seeing Nick in the bed just a few feet away. Nick's hair was a bright green, he was wearing red lipstick, and for some reason, the word HEAD was scrawled across his forehead in black lipstick. Dreading what he knew he would see, James got up and looked into the mirror. "Someone's gonna die."
**
Back in the Girls hotel room...
**
"Al, you have got to be the smartest practical joker in the world." Steph squealed, her eyes shining. Seeing James pink haired and orange eyed was just about the funniest damn thing in the world to her. "I know! But hey, how did you manage to get those contacts into your friends eyes without him waking up?" Al asked, curious as to how she managed to poke a piece plastic film into someone's eye subtly. "With everything her and James to do torment each other, this is no big feat." Christie responded, rolling her eyes. "She's right ya know." Steph winked. "Oh, and I loved the HEAD thing. But, um, you might have two very large, very angry guys after you in about 10 seconds." Christie informed him.
"Hey no biggie. I can run!!" Al cried, his oh so white teeth flashing. "Get ready to.." Steph warned, her sixth sense letting them know they were up. (Okay so it wasn't a sixth sense.. she head shouts of "I'll kill them!!!" from the room adjacent to theirs.) "Five, four, three, two--" Just before Steph could get to one, the door banged open and James and Nick stormed in, looking like strange, neon swamp creatures. James grabbed Steph and lifted her, holding her above him, her back against the wall. Nick went after Christie and bent her backwards over the couch, pinning her arms above her head. Al was under the table unnoticed.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HEAD!?" James screamed at Steph. He tossed a glare at Christie, who was being yelled at by Nick. Steph giggled uncontrollably. "I just thought pink was a good color on you!" She gasped out, laughing too hard to notice the (very hidden) amusement in his eyes. "A good color huh? Oh I'll give you good color!" Nick yelled, abandoning Christie and chasing a screaming Steph around the table. Suddenly he stopped running, and stared at the figure under the table in confusion.
"Why is Al Snow under our table whispering army codes to a doll's head?" Nick asked. "No idea." Christie replied, smiling even though James had his arms around her, pausing from trying to squeeze her to death just long enough to find out about the whispering army general under the table. Al looked up, just noticing them. He tossed Head to Steph. "At 0300 hours, give James Head." Al whispered, then tearing out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"I'm not gonna say a word." Nick smirked.
Steph tossed him Head. "Wise choice." Then Christie cracked up. "Whats so funny?" James asked. Christie stood on her tip toes and whispered something in James' ear, who then doubled over in laughter. Nick and Steph shared a glance, then Steph figured out what was so funny. She sighed. "I do believe I just gave you head." Christie nodded her head. "Yes you did." Steph shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Ah well, there's a first time for everything."
**
Two hours later
**
James stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. "Did you get all the dye out?" Christie asked. "Yes." He said icily. "Damn!" Steph muttered. Christie snickered. "What was that?" James asked, getting hold of Steph's hair from behind. "Oh nothing, bestest friend of mine!" She said with a sweet smile. "Uh huh.." He nodded skeptically, releasing her hair. James walked through the door connecting Steph and Christie's room to his and Nicks to get dressed. "You should have pulled his towel off." Christie muttered to Steph with a devilish glint in her eye. Steph poked her in the rib. "Devil spawn!"
Just then, Nick walked through the door, coming out of the bathroom in the guys room. He went behind the couch and wrapped his right arm around Steph and his left arm around Christie, and leaned in so his head was in between theirs. "Girls," He began, smiling. Suddenly he squeezed both of them hard. "Ever touch my hair again and you wont live to tell about it. Got it?" "Got it!" Both girls gasped. "Good." He walked away. As soon as the door was closed, Christie looked at Steph and shrugged her head. "I don't even wanna know what their gonna do to us." "Me neither." Steph replied.
"Holy shit!" He yelled, seeing Nick in the bed just a few feet away. Nick's hair was a bright green, he was wearing red lipstick, and for some reason, the word HEAD was scrawled across his forehead in black lipstick. Dreading what he knew he would see, James got up and looked into the mirror. "Someone's gonna die."
**
Back in the Girls hotel room...
**
"Al, you have got to be the smartest practical joker in the world." Steph squealed, her eyes shining. Seeing James pink haired and orange eyed was just about the funniest damn thing in the world to her. "I know! But hey, how did you manage to get those contacts into your friends eyes without him waking up?" Al asked, curious as to how she managed to poke a piece plastic film into someone's eye subtly. "With everything her and James to do torment each other, this is no big feat." Christie responded, rolling her eyes. "She's right ya know." Steph winked. "Oh, and I loved the HEAD thing. But, um, you might have two very large, very angry guys after you in about 10 seconds." Christie informed him.
"Hey no biggie. I can run!!" Al cried, his oh so white teeth flashing. "Get ready to.." Steph warned, her sixth sense letting them know they were up. (Okay so it wasn't a sixth sense.. she head shouts of "I'll kill them!!!" from the room adjacent to theirs.) "Five, four, three, two--" Just before Steph could get to one, the door banged open and James and Nick stormed in, looking like strange, neon swamp creatures. James grabbed Steph and lifted her, holding her above him, her back against the wall. Nick went after Christie and bent her backwards over the couch, pinning her arms above her head. Al was under the table unnoticed.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HEAD!?" James screamed at Steph. He tossed a glare at Christie, who was being yelled at by Nick. Steph giggled uncontrollably. "I just thought pink was a good color on you!" She gasped out, laughing too hard to notice the (very hidden) amusement in his eyes. "A good color huh? Oh I'll give you good color!" Nick yelled, abandoning Christie and chasing a screaming Steph around the table. Suddenly he stopped running, and stared at the figure under the table in confusion.
"Why is Al Snow under our table whispering army codes to a doll's head?" Nick asked. "No idea." Christie replied, smiling even though James had his arms around her, pausing from trying to squeeze her to death just long enough to find out about the whispering army general under the table. Al looked up, just noticing them. He tossed Head to Steph. "At 0300 hours, give James Head." Al whispered, then tearing out of the room like a bat out of hell.
"I'm not gonna say a word." Nick smirked.
Steph tossed him Head. "Wise choice." Then Christie cracked up. "Whats so funny?" James asked. Christie stood on her tip toes and whispered something in James' ear, who then doubled over in laughter. Nick and Steph shared a glance, then Steph figured out what was so funny. She sighed. "I do believe I just gave you head." Christie nodded her head. "Yes you did." Steph shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Ah well, there's a first time for everything."
**
Two hours later
**
James stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. "Did you get all the dye out?" Christie asked. "Yes." He said icily. "Damn!" Steph muttered. Christie snickered. "What was that?" James asked, getting hold of Steph's hair from behind. "Oh nothing, bestest friend of mine!" She said with a sweet smile. "Uh huh.." He nodded skeptically, releasing her hair. James walked through the door connecting Steph and Christie's room to his and Nicks to get dressed. "You should have pulled his towel off." Christie muttered to Steph with a devilish glint in her eye. Steph poked her in the rib. "Devil spawn!"
Just then, Nick walked through the door, coming out of the bathroom in the guys room. He went behind the couch and wrapped his right arm around Steph and his left arm around Christie, and leaned in so his head was in between theirs. "Girls," He began, smiling. Suddenly he squeezed both of them hard. "Ever touch my hair again and you wont live to tell about it. Got it?" "Got it!" Both girls gasped. "Good." He walked away. As soon as the door was closed, Christie looked at Steph and shrugged her head. "I don't even wanna know what their gonna do to us." "Me neither." Steph replied.