The theater was dark and the movie already playing when the four young men
silently made their entrance. Each was dressed in his darkest clothing,
resulting in the group looking similar to a team of burglars.
As the guys slowly walked along the back wall scanning the crowd, one young man quipped, "I'm starting to feel like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible."
"Oh, yeah?" Their blonde leader responded. "I kinda feel like Val Kilmer in that movie The Saint."
"Saint Jason? Nah, I really don't think so," remarked the third male. "Of course, I could probably pass as Keanu Reeves in The Matrix."
"Yeah . . . right," sarcastically said Shawn, allowing himself to smile just a little knowing that Zach couldn't clearly see his expression in the dark. After all, it simply would not do to have his rival for Belle's affection thinking that they were buddies or something. That was just ridiculous.
Zach, who was also secretly smiling, stated, "Well, Shawn, I'm a lot closer to being Keanu Reeves than you are to being Tom Cruise."
"Whatever, Wesley."
From behind the bantering duo, Philip groaned, "Would the two of you shut- up? I'm starting to think that I would have had more fun going out with that ditzy cheerleader Belle knows. Even discussing whether or not she had lipstick on her teeth would be better than this. I don't even know what I'm doing here with you guys."
"Philip's right," Shawn stated. "We have no clue why exactly you dragged us here, Jase. Much less why you insisted that we dress like this."
"You mean like Ghoul Girl used to?" Jason sneered as he continued to scan the darkened room for a familiar face.
His voice rising louder than the previous whispers, Philip demanded, "Jason, man, don't you even start in on Chloe. She's a great person and doesn't deserve to have you bad-mouthing her, especially when she's not even here to defend herself."
Peering through the dark at his friend, Jason simply whispered, "Yeah, well, a lot of good people have had other people do some pretty crappy things to them behind their back."
Before Philip could demand an explanation for his friend's cryptic statement, Jason excitedly announced, "I see them. They're sitting in the middle of that row."
The other three guys attempted to discover where exactly it was that Jason was pointing, but in the dark, all were unable to really determine where their pal would soon be leading them. Instead, they were merely left with a ton of questions concerning why exactly Jason would be so intent on tracking down Mimi and Jeremy. Even more important, just what did Jason have in store for the couple now that he had located them?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sighing, Chloe simply shook her head, realizing that she had yet again found herself in one of those situations. She was beginning to think that if a mishap were at all possible, then it immediately dominated her life. Tossing her companion a clearly displeased look, Chloe muttered, "I can't believe this is happening."
Tugging on the doorknob once more, Brady commented, "Look, Chloe, I'm sure we'll be able to get out of here really soon."
"Yes," responded Chloe as she waved her arms around the room. "But, how exactly do you plan to explain us even being in here together. Seriously, Brady, I doubt that anyone is just going to open the door and let us out of here like this without wanting some type of explanation - especially not your sister."
"What's wrong with telling the truth? It's not like this isn't a perfectly innocent situation."
Chloe tossed Brady an exasperated look before stealing a glance around the small, brightly decorated bathroom. Returning her gaze to the man who had invaded every aspect of her life and thoughts, Chloe said, "Somehow, Brady, I doubt that Belle will think the two of us alone together in your neighbor's bathroom wearing only towels could be considered an innocent situation."
"We'll just explain things to her," grumbled Brady while attempting once more to open that jammed door.
In her most mocking voice, Chloe said, "Oh, gee, Belle, let me tell you why exactly I'm trapped without my clothes on in a bathroom with your brother. You see, it all started when you got the phone call about that cheerleader hurting her ankle and had to go to the hospital to check on her."
Groaning, Brady tried to get Chloe to stop her overly-dramatic performance, but she ignored his requests and continued with her rant.
"Then, while you were gone, Brady and I got into a food fight. Yes, Belle, a food fight. Now, unfortunately, Brady chased me out of the penthouse and into the hallway. So, there we are - just covered in spaghetti sauce and salad dressing. Then, we realize that we've somehow locked ourselves out of the penthouse."
"All right, Chloe. I get the point."
Once again ignoring Brady, Chloe rambled, "But, don't worry, we hadn't yet reached humility. Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, your neighbor steps off the elevator and starts laughing at us. Finally, he shuts-up and tells us that he had forgotten something in his penthouse and had just come back upstairs to retrieve it. I guess the guy was in a pretty generous mood, because he told us that we could just wait at his place until someone was able to come and let us back into the penthouse."
Brady wrapped his arms around Chloe's waist and pulled her to him, "I said that I got the point."
"But, I'm not finished," responded Chloe, pushing herself away from Brady's bare chest. "Even better, the guy told us that he had two bathrooms and that we were more than welcomed to throw our clothes in his washer and dryer while cleaning ourselves up. And, somehow, Brady and I just happened to get our wires crossed and ended up in the same bathroom. I know, it sounds crazy. But, that's not the craziest part. You see, before Brady realized that he had entered the bathroom I was already in, he shut the door. And, yes, the door got jammed and we couldn't get out."
"Have you ever stopped to think that this might be a good thing?"
Chloe immediately gave Brady a skeptical look. She had a very hard time seeing how being discovered half-naked with him could possibly be seen as a good thing.
"Just think about it, Chloe. It won't be long before you and I announce our supposed engagement. Now, sure, we've done quite a few little things to hint at it. We've both arranged to be away with some 'mystery person' on the same nights and you said that your mother was really curious about who has been sending you all those flowers."
"So, you're saying that being caught in here together will be like some sort of giant hint?"
"Well, yeah," stammered Brady. "But, the whole idea sounds much better when I think it rather than when you actually say it."
Climbing up on the counter beside the sink, Chloe grumbled, "We are never going to get out of here."
Brady attempted to keep his eyes focused on Chloe's face as she pouted, but he continually found his eyes drifting down to the great deal of her legs being shown by the simple towel. Despite the obvious problems with the situation, Brady found that he rather enjoyed being trapped with Chloe and thoroughly enjoyed the skin revealed by the mere towel.
Just a few feet away from the torn young man, Chloe's mind was equally divided. On one hand, Brady Black infuriated her and made her wonder if she could even survive a year of marriage to him, even if it was in name only. However, on the other hand, she'd never felt herself so drawn to someone. Initially, it had been an intellectual attraction. But, seeing him in nothing but that towel and wishing that even it was gone, Chloe feared that the attraction was much deeper than she had originally suspected.
His body instinctively moving him closer to Chloe, Brady soon found himself standing directly in front of her. His lips suddenly feeling quite dry, Brady quickly used his tongue to wet them.
Chloe's eyes were locked on Brady's mouth as he seductively moistened his tempting lips. While her brain sent warnings to not allow herself to be drawn to him anymore, Chloe's body just didn't listen. Her eyes slowly drifted from his lips down to his broad shoulders, then a little further down to his chest. Like any woman with a pulse, Chloe found herself enormously attracted to Brady's cared for physique. Her eyes continued to drift down Brady's body until they reached the top of the constraining towel.
Realizing that she had completely lost herself in her stares, Chloe jerked her eyes back up and began to deeply blush when she noted the self-assured smirk playing on Brady's lips.
Continuing to smirk confidently, Brady remarked, "I take it you see something you like. Well, don't worry, it won't be long before I'm all yours."
Chloe gave her best attempt at a disgusted grunt, but failed miserably as she wondered just how much truth hid in Brady's words. As she contemplated her unique relationship with Belle's older brother, Chloe felt Brady move even closer to her.
Frozen in place, Chloe found that her body could hardly move as Brady placed one hand on her bare knee and the other behind her head. Pulling her face close to his, Brady remarked with amazing self-assurance, "Just think . . . from now on, you'll never be able to enter the bathroom without thinking that it's our special place."
Chloe began to give some type of retort, but did not speak when she heard three very familiar voices just outside the door. The first belonged to the owner of the penthouse. He was telling the other two people that he had allowed two young adults to use his bathroom, but that they must have already left. The other two voices, those of John and Belle Black, requested that the man just check the other bathroom to make sure neither Brady nor Chloe were there. After all, it would seem odd for them to both just leave without telling anyone.
Her expression quite similar to that of a deer caught in the head lights of a eighteen-wheeler, Chloe whispered, "Your father cannot see me like this!"
Throwing his arms around Chloe's waist, Brady silently lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor. He then grabbed her hand and quickly motioned for her to step into the combination of bathtub and shower.
Stepping in behind Chloe, Brady hurriedly closed the shower curtain and whispered, "If we lay down, they won't be able to see our silhouettes through the curtain. I doubt that they'll think to check in here for us. And, just maybe, nobody will close the door all the way when they leave."
Only seconds after Brady awkwardly threw his long body down in the bathtub and pulled Chloe down on top of him, the door swung open. Both Brady and Chloe did their best to control their nervous breathing as the penthouse's owner mentioned that he needed to call maintenance because the door kept getting stuck and would only open from the outside. As the seconds passed like eternities, Brady and Chloe silently wondered if the trio would ever leave the bathroom.
Finally, John and Belle stated that Brady and Chloe must have just gone for a walk and followed the man out of the compact bathroom.
Glad to finally be free to remove herself from the bathtub, Chloe attempted to rise, but Brady restrained her by placing both his arms around her waist. Quickly, before he could lose his nerve, he lifted his face to Chloe's and gently brushed his lips against her. Pulling away from the simple and sweet kiss, Brady released his hold on Chloe and stated nonchalantly, "Just wanted to practice before we had to convince the entire town that we were actually in love."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"This is so stupid," complained Shawn even as he continued to follow the instructions he was given.
Nearly snorting, Jason responded, "This coming from the brains behind that love machine party."
"Okay, that has to be the hundredth time I've heard someone mention a love machine," whispered Zach as he followed the guys as they crept down the aisle behind the one where Mimi and Jeremy were sitting. "Someone has got to explain that whole thing to me. I mean, what exactly was this love machine party?"
"A nightmare," commented Philip as he, too, crept down the aisle.
"One of Shawn's idiotic plans," answered Jason.
Releasing a deep breath, Shawn quietly, but firmly, stated, "It was just a little party to try and make Mimi feel better. It's not my fault that everyone else twisted my good intentions around."
Before Zach could ask any more questions about the previous actions of his new friends, Jason commanded, "Ssh, duck down and be quiet. Jeremy and Mimi are just up ahead."
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Philip asked aloud. Looking past Shawn to where Jason was pulling something out of his backpack, Philip got the feeling that the trouble had yet to even begin.
Handing each of his pals one of the brightly colored objects, Jason quickly gave his friends their final instructions before he stated, "Okay, does everyone know what has to be done?"
"I know what I'm doing," replied Shawn. "But, I have no clue why."
"Yeah, Jase," commented Philip. "You've sworn up and down that you don't care about Mimi at all. So, why are we trying to stop her from having fun hanging out with Jeremy?"
Jason shook his head with disapproval before hissing, "And, I always thought you were a good guy, Phil. Well, obviously I was wrong. Because, a good guy wouldn't have to ask that question. He would just know that it was his job to protect his friends from pure and utter boredom."
Though Philip knew that Jason had just given him the lamest excuse in the history of man, he decided to let it go. Maybe if he just supported Jason, he would come to realize how he really felt about Mimi without the pushing of others.
"I can't believe I'm going to help you do this to a member of my own family," remarked Shawn. "I mean, this is just degrading."
"Sshhh!!!" reprimanded Jason as the group reached the area behind the unknowing couple watching the latest romantic comedy.
While Zach and Philip busied themselves with trying to not notice all the odd looks people were giving them and the other guys hiding on the floor, Shawn reluctantly assisted Jason with removing the other necessary items from the backpack.
Jason gave Shawn a nod, signaling for him to take his place directly behind Jeremy's seat. With his weapon in hand, Shawn hesitantly did so. All the while, Philip and Zach positioned themselves several feet away and watched with a combination of amusement and horror, nervously awaiting their part in Jason's hair brained scheme.
Holding up his left hand so that Shawn could barely make it out in the dark, Jason held up three fingers, then two, then only one. At that time, Jason tightly squeezed the "hand farter" while Shawn simultaneously pushed the nozzle on the "fart spray," releasing the horridly unpleasant odor loose directly under Jeremy's chair.
With lightening speed, Jason and Shawn scurried on all fours to the right while Philip and Zach made their escape to the left.
Leaving poor Jeremy to try and defend himself against both the odor and Mimi's accusing look, the guys made their way to the row in front of Mimi and Jeremy. Carefully, the young men crawled along the floor until they met in the middle, directly in front of the embarrassed couple.
Receiving even more unhappy glares from the patrons of the theater, the guys readied themselves for the second phase of Jason's childish assault on Jeremy. Armed with their large water guns, the guys prepared to follow Jason's lead.
And, in the blink of an eye, Jason made his move. Jumping up from his place on the ground, Jason pointed the plastic device over the back of the seats and began to shoot the liquid at Jeremy. Nearly immediately, Zach, Philip, and Shawn did the exact same thing.
To Mimi's horror, one of the guys decided that Jeremy shouldn't be the only one covered in the mysteriously sticky liquid and began to aim the slime at Mimi, causing her to not only squeal in shock, but curse with frustration.
Shrieking, Mimi ordered, "Stop it! Stop it, right now!" When the guys continued to soak her and Jeremy in the sticky concoction, Mimi angrily grabbed her purse and began swinging.
While Jeremy ducked to avoid Mimi's wild swings, Jason merely yelled, "Run!"
That said, Philip, Shawn, and Zach, hurriedly followed Jason, jumping over anyone that might be in the way. Behind them, they could hear the people who had been watching the movie loudly complain as Jeremy tried to calm Mimi and keep her from continuing to squeal at her highest pitch.
Fleeing through the front doors of the theater, Jason laughed and commented, "Trust me, she'll be thanking me later."
As the guys slowly walked along the back wall scanning the crowd, one young man quipped, "I'm starting to feel like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible."
"Oh, yeah?" Their blonde leader responded. "I kinda feel like Val Kilmer in that movie The Saint."
"Saint Jason? Nah, I really don't think so," remarked the third male. "Of course, I could probably pass as Keanu Reeves in The Matrix."
"Yeah . . . right," sarcastically said Shawn, allowing himself to smile just a little knowing that Zach couldn't clearly see his expression in the dark. After all, it simply would not do to have his rival for Belle's affection thinking that they were buddies or something. That was just ridiculous.
Zach, who was also secretly smiling, stated, "Well, Shawn, I'm a lot closer to being Keanu Reeves than you are to being Tom Cruise."
"Whatever, Wesley."
From behind the bantering duo, Philip groaned, "Would the two of you shut- up? I'm starting to think that I would have had more fun going out with that ditzy cheerleader Belle knows. Even discussing whether or not she had lipstick on her teeth would be better than this. I don't even know what I'm doing here with you guys."
"Philip's right," Shawn stated. "We have no clue why exactly you dragged us here, Jase. Much less why you insisted that we dress like this."
"You mean like Ghoul Girl used to?" Jason sneered as he continued to scan the darkened room for a familiar face.
His voice rising louder than the previous whispers, Philip demanded, "Jason, man, don't you even start in on Chloe. She's a great person and doesn't deserve to have you bad-mouthing her, especially when she's not even here to defend herself."
Peering through the dark at his friend, Jason simply whispered, "Yeah, well, a lot of good people have had other people do some pretty crappy things to them behind their back."
Before Philip could demand an explanation for his friend's cryptic statement, Jason excitedly announced, "I see them. They're sitting in the middle of that row."
The other three guys attempted to discover where exactly it was that Jason was pointing, but in the dark, all were unable to really determine where their pal would soon be leading them. Instead, they were merely left with a ton of questions concerning why exactly Jason would be so intent on tracking down Mimi and Jeremy. Even more important, just what did Jason have in store for the couple now that he had located them?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sighing, Chloe simply shook her head, realizing that she had yet again found herself in one of those situations. She was beginning to think that if a mishap were at all possible, then it immediately dominated her life. Tossing her companion a clearly displeased look, Chloe muttered, "I can't believe this is happening."
Tugging on the doorknob once more, Brady commented, "Look, Chloe, I'm sure we'll be able to get out of here really soon."
"Yes," responded Chloe as she waved her arms around the room. "But, how exactly do you plan to explain us even being in here together. Seriously, Brady, I doubt that anyone is just going to open the door and let us out of here like this without wanting some type of explanation - especially not your sister."
"What's wrong with telling the truth? It's not like this isn't a perfectly innocent situation."
Chloe tossed Brady an exasperated look before stealing a glance around the small, brightly decorated bathroom. Returning her gaze to the man who had invaded every aspect of her life and thoughts, Chloe said, "Somehow, Brady, I doubt that Belle will think the two of us alone together in your neighbor's bathroom wearing only towels could be considered an innocent situation."
"We'll just explain things to her," grumbled Brady while attempting once more to open that jammed door.
In her most mocking voice, Chloe said, "Oh, gee, Belle, let me tell you why exactly I'm trapped without my clothes on in a bathroom with your brother. You see, it all started when you got the phone call about that cheerleader hurting her ankle and had to go to the hospital to check on her."
Groaning, Brady tried to get Chloe to stop her overly-dramatic performance, but she ignored his requests and continued with her rant.
"Then, while you were gone, Brady and I got into a food fight. Yes, Belle, a food fight. Now, unfortunately, Brady chased me out of the penthouse and into the hallway. So, there we are - just covered in spaghetti sauce and salad dressing. Then, we realize that we've somehow locked ourselves out of the penthouse."
"All right, Chloe. I get the point."
Once again ignoring Brady, Chloe rambled, "But, don't worry, we hadn't yet reached humility. Just when we thought things couldn't get worse, your neighbor steps off the elevator and starts laughing at us. Finally, he shuts-up and tells us that he had forgotten something in his penthouse and had just come back upstairs to retrieve it. I guess the guy was in a pretty generous mood, because he told us that we could just wait at his place until someone was able to come and let us back into the penthouse."
Brady wrapped his arms around Chloe's waist and pulled her to him, "I said that I got the point."
"But, I'm not finished," responded Chloe, pushing herself away from Brady's bare chest. "Even better, the guy told us that he had two bathrooms and that we were more than welcomed to throw our clothes in his washer and dryer while cleaning ourselves up. And, somehow, Brady and I just happened to get our wires crossed and ended up in the same bathroom. I know, it sounds crazy. But, that's not the craziest part. You see, before Brady realized that he had entered the bathroom I was already in, he shut the door. And, yes, the door got jammed and we couldn't get out."
"Have you ever stopped to think that this might be a good thing?"
Chloe immediately gave Brady a skeptical look. She had a very hard time seeing how being discovered half-naked with him could possibly be seen as a good thing.
"Just think about it, Chloe. It won't be long before you and I announce our supposed engagement. Now, sure, we've done quite a few little things to hint at it. We've both arranged to be away with some 'mystery person' on the same nights and you said that your mother was really curious about who has been sending you all those flowers."
"So, you're saying that being caught in here together will be like some sort of giant hint?"
"Well, yeah," stammered Brady. "But, the whole idea sounds much better when I think it rather than when you actually say it."
Climbing up on the counter beside the sink, Chloe grumbled, "We are never going to get out of here."
Brady attempted to keep his eyes focused on Chloe's face as she pouted, but he continually found his eyes drifting down to the great deal of her legs being shown by the simple towel. Despite the obvious problems with the situation, Brady found that he rather enjoyed being trapped with Chloe and thoroughly enjoyed the skin revealed by the mere towel.
Just a few feet away from the torn young man, Chloe's mind was equally divided. On one hand, Brady Black infuriated her and made her wonder if she could even survive a year of marriage to him, even if it was in name only. However, on the other hand, she'd never felt herself so drawn to someone. Initially, it had been an intellectual attraction. But, seeing him in nothing but that towel and wishing that even it was gone, Chloe feared that the attraction was much deeper than she had originally suspected.
His body instinctively moving him closer to Chloe, Brady soon found himself standing directly in front of her. His lips suddenly feeling quite dry, Brady quickly used his tongue to wet them.
Chloe's eyes were locked on Brady's mouth as he seductively moistened his tempting lips. While her brain sent warnings to not allow herself to be drawn to him anymore, Chloe's body just didn't listen. Her eyes slowly drifted from his lips down to his broad shoulders, then a little further down to his chest. Like any woman with a pulse, Chloe found herself enormously attracted to Brady's cared for physique. Her eyes continued to drift down Brady's body until they reached the top of the constraining towel.
Realizing that she had completely lost herself in her stares, Chloe jerked her eyes back up and began to deeply blush when she noted the self-assured smirk playing on Brady's lips.
Continuing to smirk confidently, Brady remarked, "I take it you see something you like. Well, don't worry, it won't be long before I'm all yours."
Chloe gave her best attempt at a disgusted grunt, but failed miserably as she wondered just how much truth hid in Brady's words. As she contemplated her unique relationship with Belle's older brother, Chloe felt Brady move even closer to her.
Frozen in place, Chloe found that her body could hardly move as Brady placed one hand on her bare knee and the other behind her head. Pulling her face close to his, Brady remarked with amazing self-assurance, "Just think . . . from now on, you'll never be able to enter the bathroom without thinking that it's our special place."
Chloe began to give some type of retort, but did not speak when she heard three very familiar voices just outside the door. The first belonged to the owner of the penthouse. He was telling the other two people that he had allowed two young adults to use his bathroom, but that they must have already left. The other two voices, those of John and Belle Black, requested that the man just check the other bathroom to make sure neither Brady nor Chloe were there. After all, it would seem odd for them to both just leave without telling anyone.
Her expression quite similar to that of a deer caught in the head lights of a eighteen-wheeler, Chloe whispered, "Your father cannot see me like this!"
Throwing his arms around Chloe's waist, Brady silently lifted her off the counter and placed her on the floor. He then grabbed her hand and quickly motioned for her to step into the combination of bathtub and shower.
Stepping in behind Chloe, Brady hurriedly closed the shower curtain and whispered, "If we lay down, they won't be able to see our silhouettes through the curtain. I doubt that they'll think to check in here for us. And, just maybe, nobody will close the door all the way when they leave."
Only seconds after Brady awkwardly threw his long body down in the bathtub and pulled Chloe down on top of him, the door swung open. Both Brady and Chloe did their best to control their nervous breathing as the penthouse's owner mentioned that he needed to call maintenance because the door kept getting stuck and would only open from the outside. As the seconds passed like eternities, Brady and Chloe silently wondered if the trio would ever leave the bathroom.
Finally, John and Belle stated that Brady and Chloe must have just gone for a walk and followed the man out of the compact bathroom.
Glad to finally be free to remove herself from the bathtub, Chloe attempted to rise, but Brady restrained her by placing both his arms around her waist. Quickly, before he could lose his nerve, he lifted his face to Chloe's and gently brushed his lips against her. Pulling away from the simple and sweet kiss, Brady released his hold on Chloe and stated nonchalantly, "Just wanted to practice before we had to convince the entire town that we were actually in love."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"This is so stupid," complained Shawn even as he continued to follow the instructions he was given.
Nearly snorting, Jason responded, "This coming from the brains behind that love machine party."
"Okay, that has to be the hundredth time I've heard someone mention a love machine," whispered Zach as he followed the guys as they crept down the aisle behind the one where Mimi and Jeremy were sitting. "Someone has got to explain that whole thing to me. I mean, what exactly was this love machine party?"
"A nightmare," commented Philip as he, too, crept down the aisle.
"One of Shawn's idiotic plans," answered Jason.
Releasing a deep breath, Shawn quietly, but firmly, stated, "It was just a little party to try and make Mimi feel better. It's not my fault that everyone else twisted my good intentions around."
Before Zach could ask any more questions about the previous actions of his new friends, Jason commanded, "Ssh, duck down and be quiet. Jeremy and Mimi are just up ahead."
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Philip asked aloud. Looking past Shawn to where Jason was pulling something out of his backpack, Philip got the feeling that the trouble had yet to even begin.
Handing each of his pals one of the brightly colored objects, Jason quickly gave his friends their final instructions before he stated, "Okay, does everyone know what has to be done?"
"I know what I'm doing," replied Shawn. "But, I have no clue why."
"Yeah, Jase," commented Philip. "You've sworn up and down that you don't care about Mimi at all. So, why are we trying to stop her from having fun hanging out with Jeremy?"
Jason shook his head with disapproval before hissing, "And, I always thought you were a good guy, Phil. Well, obviously I was wrong. Because, a good guy wouldn't have to ask that question. He would just know that it was his job to protect his friends from pure and utter boredom."
Though Philip knew that Jason had just given him the lamest excuse in the history of man, he decided to let it go. Maybe if he just supported Jason, he would come to realize how he really felt about Mimi without the pushing of others.
"I can't believe I'm going to help you do this to a member of my own family," remarked Shawn. "I mean, this is just degrading."
"Sshhh!!!" reprimanded Jason as the group reached the area behind the unknowing couple watching the latest romantic comedy.
While Zach and Philip busied themselves with trying to not notice all the odd looks people were giving them and the other guys hiding on the floor, Shawn reluctantly assisted Jason with removing the other necessary items from the backpack.
Jason gave Shawn a nod, signaling for him to take his place directly behind Jeremy's seat. With his weapon in hand, Shawn hesitantly did so. All the while, Philip and Zach positioned themselves several feet away and watched with a combination of amusement and horror, nervously awaiting their part in Jason's hair brained scheme.
Holding up his left hand so that Shawn could barely make it out in the dark, Jason held up three fingers, then two, then only one. At that time, Jason tightly squeezed the "hand farter" while Shawn simultaneously pushed the nozzle on the "fart spray," releasing the horridly unpleasant odor loose directly under Jeremy's chair.
With lightening speed, Jason and Shawn scurried on all fours to the right while Philip and Zach made their escape to the left.
Leaving poor Jeremy to try and defend himself against both the odor and Mimi's accusing look, the guys made their way to the row in front of Mimi and Jeremy. Carefully, the young men crawled along the floor until they met in the middle, directly in front of the embarrassed couple.
Receiving even more unhappy glares from the patrons of the theater, the guys readied themselves for the second phase of Jason's childish assault on Jeremy. Armed with their large water guns, the guys prepared to follow Jason's lead.
And, in the blink of an eye, Jason made his move. Jumping up from his place on the ground, Jason pointed the plastic device over the back of the seats and began to shoot the liquid at Jeremy. Nearly immediately, Zach, Philip, and Shawn did the exact same thing.
To Mimi's horror, one of the guys decided that Jeremy shouldn't be the only one covered in the mysteriously sticky liquid and began to aim the slime at Mimi, causing her to not only squeal in shock, but curse with frustration.
Shrieking, Mimi ordered, "Stop it! Stop it, right now!" When the guys continued to soak her and Jeremy in the sticky concoction, Mimi angrily grabbed her purse and began swinging.
While Jeremy ducked to avoid Mimi's wild swings, Jason merely yelled, "Run!"
That said, Philip, Shawn, and Zach, hurriedly followed Jason, jumping over anyone that might be in the way. Behind them, they could hear the people who had been watching the movie loudly complain as Jeremy tried to calm Mimi and keep her from continuing to squeal at her highest pitch.
Fleeing through the front doors of the theater, Jason laughed and commented, "Trust me, she'll be thanking me later."