"Oh my God," she whispered, "I can't believe this."
"W-what?" Bobby stuttered trying to play innocent and hoping against hope that Alex didn't walk in. He'd wanted to fight with Alex less than he'd want to fight with Jean-Paul. At least Jean-Paul looks sexy when he's angry, Alex never managed that.
"You like him."
Like? Bobby frowned at the word, it implied childhood, childishness. Shouldn't he have some adult word like want or maybe lust or eventually even love attached to him. No, somehow he'd gotten stuck with like. Idly he wondered if a few less pranks would rid him of the word. Then he remembered he should probably protest that.
"What?" he attempted half-heartily.
Annie's eyes widened even further, "You do. Oh my God, you do like him!"
Bobby decided there was no point in denying it any longer so he asked, "Aren't I enough of an adult to be past the whole like stage of relationships? Can we use any word other than like?"
Annie reacted by hugging him, "This is so great!"
Right at the moment, of course, was when Alex decided to walk in which forced Bobby to do his best to greet him with mock enthusiasm, "Alex, come help."
Annie swiftly pulled out of his embrace to grab her boyfriend and dragged him over, "Yes, you have to help. This is going to be difficult."
Difficult, not the word Bobby wanted to hear.
Alex looked back and forth between the two of them, it was obvious he was confused and edging on angry, "Um, Annie what exactly is it you two are doing?"
"Plotting," Annie told him with glee.
"Plotting?" Alex repeated.
Annie nodded, "Bobby is taking Jean-Paul to the school dance, but Jean-Paul doesn't know it yet and we have to figure out how to get him there without him realizing that he's Bobby's date and without him bailing on us."
Alex blinked.
Alex took a step back.
As Alex eyes widened he finally found his voice and managed to ask Bobby, "Is this a prank?"
Bobby raised his eyebrows wondering if he'd finally gotten one up on Havok. He leaned back in his chair and slowly said, "That depends."
Alex didn't say a word.
"It all depends on you," Bobby elaborated.
"Me?"
"Yes, you don't like guys in anyway do you?"
"No!" Alex answered quickly, vehemently.
"Good," Bobby grinned, sitting forward, "Then it's not a prank and you can help."
"I need to sit down," Alex managed to whisper.
Annie looked at her boyfriend in concern before she led him to a chair and asked, "Are you alright?"
"I-I…Bobby's going to date Northstar?"
"Jean-Paul."
"Does Jean-Paul know this?"
"Not yet."
"O-Oh."
"Alex, sweetheart, are you sure you're okay?"
Alex slowly managed to shake his head no before he explained, "Sometimes I end up dating the girls Bobby was with."
"You have me, you moron. Bobby is going to have Jean-Paul. You don't even find men attractive, so you're not going to screw up their happiness. And we're going to be happy for them, got it?"
"Got it," Alex nodded still feeling confused, but wanting to make Annie happy, "So what's the great plan?"
"Unfortunately we don't have one yet."
Alex frowned, "So we need to get him to the dance without him realizing that he's going cause Bobby wants him there?"
"Yes."
"Why not just have Logan do it? They've worked together so it wouldn't seem strange and I don't know anyone that can tell Logan no when he has his mind set on something."
"That might work," Bobby said slowly, "but it's a costume party. How do we get him into a costume without him noticing?"
Annie sat down on Alex's lap as she thought out-loud, "Well what are you going as?"
"Jubes and I were both going to be Glam Rockers."
"What?"
"She just discovered the greatness that is Velvet Goldmine."
"Oh, and she's how old?" Annie inquired.
"It's debatable, but she's claiming sixteen."
Annie nodded her understanding as Alex tugged her shirt slightly to get her attention before he informed her, "I don't get it."
She patted him reassuringly, "Don't worry about it."
"Are there any good couples in the movie?" Alex asked in his attempt to help.
Bobby's eyes widened. Annie grinned. Alex looked confused. A moment later Jubilee walked in and then all four of them were plotting.