A/N: Hey everyone! Okay, I know it's been awhile, but I've had more projects dumped on me in the past 2 weeks than I ever had in my life, and topped with kickboxing 'til 8 twice a night and yearbook the other days, I haven't had much time for anything other than homework. Needless to say, this chapter is fairly short . . .we actually wrote it quite awhile ago, just never got around to posting it. We do have the next part started, though! I swear on Melizza's love of Mike Shinoda and Jimmy Valentine. Enjoy!
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As the girls' laughter subsided, they noticed that the silence of the room was quickly replaced by a chorus of stomachs rumbling and grumbling, which sent the girls into a spasm of even more giggles.
"Like, anyone else totally hungry?" Kitty waved a room service menu in the air.
"Starved!" Tabitha grabbed the menu from the younger girls' hand. "All right girls, here is how this works: no image concerns tonight! No one can order anything smaller or lower in calories than a cheeseburger!"
"Tabby!" Kitty whined, "I'm a vegetarian!"
"Fi-ine," she flipped the menu, searching for something "decent" for Kitty. "How about penne in gorgonzola cream sauce aa-and garlic bread?"
"Sounds good," Kitty shrugged, watching the menu pass around the room, the girls eagerly jotting down orders on a pad of hotel paper.
After the pad had made its way around the room – twice – Jean gracefully draped herself across the bed, calling up the hotel staff. "Hey you guys," she said grimly after hanging up the phone. "The staff is under tons of pressure 'cause of the lockdown and they won't be able to bring the food up for an hour . . . so we'll have to find some way to keep ourselves entertained until then."
"I've got an idea," Amanda smiled, glancing at the phone. "It's something my friends and I used to do back in middle school. It's kind of juvenile, but still fun."
"I missed out on middle school," Amara murmured sadly, "we should try it, whatever it is, maybe it will help catch me up on all I missed."
Amanda smiled softly, trying not to show sympathy for the girl as was her nature. "All right, anyone up for prank calling the guys?" Silence hung in the air for the moment, almost making Amanda regret saying anything. "Or not . . ."
"That would be so cool!" Tabitha cheered, laughing so hard that she nearly fell off the bed.
The other girls stared at the blonde mutant for a moment, half admiring and half confused at how she always managed to amuse herself.
Suddenly Jean smiled, "I've got one. Anyone mind if I go first?"
"'Course not," Rogue smiled mischievously, "Only one rule though, you have to prank whoever answers the phone, no asking for anyone in particular."
Jean shrugged, bemused by the girl's expression, not knowing that Rogue was almost certain the one who would answer the phone would be the same who answered last time. "Sure, that's fine." She hesitated, pausing to collect herself for a moment before she picked up the phone and dialed the next room.
"Hello?" The voice that answered sounded vague, as though the person talking wasn't at all interested in the call, as though his attention was somewhere else.
"Hello," Jean lowered her voice, trying to cover it with a sultry guise, carefully avoiding eye contact with the giggling occupants of her room. "There was an error in delivering your package. Would you like us to come over and check it out?"
"Jean?" The voice was clearer now, bewildered, surprised, and obviously belonging to
"Oh my god, Scott!" Jean dropped the phone in surprise, her face flushing a deep crimson as her friends collapsed in laughter.
Scott was still talking on the other end of the phone, continuously repeating Jean's name from its place on the floor. Mortified, Jean fumbled phone and slammed it down on the receiver. Whirling around, she stared at the smirking Rogue. "You knew, didn't you?"
Rogue nodded, "Ah knew."
Jean mouthed wordlessly at the girl, and then a grin broke across her face as she started laughing. "Oh my god, oh my god, I cannot believe I just, oh my god."
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The high-pitched trill of the bedside phone ringing cut through the boys' room, drowning out a heated argument in the movie.
"Mon ami," Remy grumbled irritably, still sore from Scott's open comment about him and Rogue, "Will you be answering that?"
Scott stared at the phone as though it would bite him if he went near it. "No."
"No?"
"No."
"Just . . . no?"
"Uh huh," he inched further away from the phone, still staring at it warily.
"Mon copain," Remy directed his attention to Kurt who was on the other side of the phone, "Could you please answer that?"
Kurt absently answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi!" A bouncy voice giggled from the other end, "Can I please talk to Amanda?"
"Amanda?" The German boy asked, confused. "This isn't Amanda's room. She's in room 307."
"Oh, okay, sorry." A heavy dial tone buzzed in Kurt's ear.
Kurt had no sooner put down the phone when it rang again. "Hello?"
"Hi! Is Amanda there?"
Kurt pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it almost disbelievingly. "I'm sorry, this is not Amanda's room."
"Oh, really? Darn. Okay, thanks!"
Kurt put the phone down, now thoroughly confused. He turned his attention back to the TV, but no more than 30 seconds had passed when it rang again. "Ja, hello?"
"Hi there! May I please speak to Amanda?"
"Amanda is not here," Kurt hissed between his teeth. "This is not her room!"
"Oh, okay, well, can I leave a message then?"
"No! This isn't her room! There is no Amanda here! There never will be, she won't be here to get a message!"
"Wow, okay, sorry, can you just tell her that Anna Maria called then? I really need to talk to her. Have her call as soon as she gets back!"
"She. Won't. Get. Back!" Kurt had to stop himself from yelling into the phone.
"Okay, thanks!"
Kurt slammed down the receiver as the dial tone buzzed once more. He was ready the next time the phone rang, nearly pouncing on it. "AMANDA ISN'T HERE!"
"Well, I should hope not," a familiar voice spoke, a smile in her tone, "Seeing as how that would mean I'm calling myself."
"Amanda?" Kurt questioned.
"Who else?" she giggled. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, but I was just calling to see if there were any messages for me?"
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A thoroughly confused Kurt placed the phone in its cradle, turning to the TV just as the dying images of "Alien vs. Predator" flashed across the screen.
"Were you just pranked as well?" Scott guessed.
"Yup."
"Man, what is with those girls?" Evan shook his head, "You'd think spending the night inside had driven them all crazy. I'm a city kid, and even I can stand one night with nothing to do."
"They don't have 'nothing to do'" Roberto rolled his eyes, "They're having a sleepover."
Remy and John exchanged glances. "Sleepover, eh?"
Scott recognized the mischievous gleam shining in the two boys' eyes. "No, not happening, there is no way we are spying on the girls."
"Who said anything about spying, mon ami?"
"Yeah, I'm insulted, mate," John placed a hand over his heart, "we wouldn't stoop as low as to spy. We're merely thinkin' 'bout listenin' in on the girls, is all."
"That's the same thing!"
"I don't think so," John grinned, "Ya, see, 'spying' technically means to watch or observe closely, and we ain't doin' no such thing. Besides, who are you to decide for all of us? I can think of a few people who may want to hear what their sheilas have to say." He threw an arm amiably around Roberto's shoulders, grinning slyly at the other boys.
Roberto's cheeks flushed slightly under the gazes of the other boys. Clearing his throat, he raised his eyes off the floor, looking everywhere but at Scott. "Right, I'm in."
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