Another story for you. This is where Dash prank calls Violet. Enjoy!
Warning: There's going to be some teasing on Violet for those who like her.
Hello?
"When are they coming?" Dash asked Violet.
"At 5:00," Violet looked at him strangely. "Since when did you ever care? You're not thinking of ruining my party, are you?"
"No, of course not," Dash said in a rush. Violet still looked suspicion so he changed the topic fast. "What's your most embarrassing thing you don't want to talk about?" He needed ideas to shout in the phone so not only will Violet be embarrassed but her friends will know too.
"Um, well, about my under stuff," Violet said, turning red by the second. "That people know I'm madly in love with Tony," She was now turning purple. "And, and, wait," She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why do you care?"
Dash, who had this mad glint in his eye, stopped staring like that and muttered. "Just curious," And went away. Excellent! He thought. This'll be a pinch!
Later on at dinner…
"Dash, are you feeling alright?" Helen examined his face. "You have this insane look on your face!"
Dash quickly wiped away the smirk and said. "Oh, no, everything's fine."
"Good dear," Helen then turned to Violet. "When are your friends coming over?"
"Oh, you have friends, Vi?" Dash asked, looking surprised. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought you were a loner!"
Violet threw this murderous look at Dash and continued to pick at her food. "They should be here any minute."
Ding, dong!
"Here they are!" Violet ran straight out the room but Dash beat her to it.
"Hello!" Dash smiled up to a red haired girl, two brown haired girls and a blond girl. "I'm Violet, the paranoid freak!"
The girl raised an eyebrow. "You're Violet?"
"No, I am," Violet hurried in. "Get lost," She snapped to Dash. He walked just a few paces back. Just then, Helen came out with her purse.
"Come on, Dash," Helen called to him.
"Where are we going?" Dash asked.
"Shopping, we don't want to disturb the girls." Helen replied.
"But-" Dash thought of a way through. If he went with them, he'll never be able to prank call her. Then a brilliant (and lame) idea came to him. "Coming mom, I-YIKES!" He ran from the room and "tripped" over and fell. "Owww!" He cried, clutching his ankle.
"What is it?" Bob asked. "Did you do something to your ankle?"
Dash nodded. "I think it's broken," He said.
"No way," The blond haired girl said. "It would be sticking out in an odd position."
"Then…it's sprained." Dash said.
"Doesn't look like it," Helen said.
"Twisted,"
"Not from here," Bob chimed in.
"In pain!" Dash cried. "I don't think I can go shopping."
Helen looked at her watch. "Alright, you can stay home but whatever you do, don't get in the girls' way, understand?" Dash nodded. "Good, let's go, Bob," They left but not before Dash ran at top speed, got two cordless phones and put one in the living room close to Violet.
"Have fun," Dash sang out and ran off. In his room, he waited for 1 hour to pass before he started his plan.
1 hour later…
"Pass the chips, Sierra," The blond girl told the red haired girl. She handed over the chips.
"This is a great party, Vi." One of the brown haired girls said to Violet.
"Thanks, Riles (a.k.a. Riley)." Violet grinned.
Bring, bring, bring!
"I'll get it," Violet pressed the talk button and said. "Hello?"
Dash, in his room, put on a shrill girl voice and shouted. "HELLO, IS THIS VIOLET PARR?"
"Epp!" Violet extended the phone away from her ear. Dash was yelling loudly so the other girls would hear too. "YES, THIS IS VIOLET PARR? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" She yelled back.
"OH, GOOD! SO YOU'RE CONFIRMING THE ORDER OF 20 FRESH DIAPERS FOR YOU?" Dash asked.
Violet froze. Since when did she order 20 diapers for herself? The girls, who could hear what was going on, stopped giggling at a magazine and looked at Violet. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
"YOU ORDERED FOR 20 DIAPERS LAST WEEK AND TO BE DELIVERED TODAY. WE'RE BRINGING THEM HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU DON'T LIVE THAT FAR." Dash cried.
"What?" Violet asked and put the phone to her ear in case she misheard something. "Are you crazy? I'm a teenage girl who doesn't use d-"
"THEY SHOULD BE HERE RIGHT NOW," Dash hung up. Then he opened his window, grabbed 20 diapers from Jack-Jack's room, scrambled into one of Helen's dresses, scurried out the room, ran to the door and rang the doorbell.
The blond girl giggled. "Hey Liz, do you think it's the diaper man?"
Liz, the other brown girl, giggled too. "Are you gonna get the door, Vi?"
Violet made her way to the door and opened it. "Hel-" She stopped. There stood this midget woman in a dress that Helen likes to wear and holding a stack of diapers.
"Here you go, Violet, you are Violet, right?" She, he, it squeaked.
"Um, yeah," Violet said. "Are you sure these are for me?"
The woman, man, thing nodded. "Oh yes, we have you marked down clearly but," Dash paused. "Why do you need diapers? Are you not potty trained? Oh no," His eyes widen and backed off. "Er, excuse me; I don't want to be peed on, thank you!" And she, he, it ran off.
Violet just stood there holding the diapers, stunned. Then suddenly, all the girls burst out laughing. "Violet," The blond girl asked. "Are you really not potty trained?"
"Of course she isn't, Valve," Riley teased. "If she was why did she order a stack of diapers? I'm only jokin', Vi," She asked hastily. Violet had just shot a glare she used on Dash a lot.
In Dash's room, he began planning his next move. He tried mastering Tony's voice from the time where he heard him talking to his friends but it was pretty difficult. Dash gave up pretty quickly. All of sudden, an inspiration popped up. Instead of using Tony's voice, he could use one of the geekiest boys in her school and pretend to like her. He swung off his bed and picked up the phone.
Bring! Bring! B-
"Hello?" Violet picked up the phone.
Dash tried his best to imitate one geeky boy. "YO!"
Violet groaned slightly. That voice reminded her about one complete loser named Joe. "Joe?"
Dash did a little calculation in his head. If she thought that this Joe was a loser, then he could pretend to be Joe. "Yeah, babe, it's me!"
Violet raised an eyebrow. "Since when have you called me 'babe'?"
"Since when have you ever liked me?" He shot back. The girls stopped chatting with each other to eavesdrop.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, disgusted.
"Well, babe, I could list for you. There was this time where you sent me a love note-" Dash snickers were barely hidden. Fortunately, Violet didn't catch it.
"What? When did I ever-"
"Second, you keep staring at me-" He cut in.
"Hey, that is true!" Valve chimed in. "You keep staring at Joe in the cafeteria!"
"Only because he eats like a pig!" Violet snapped.
"Bye babe!" Dash hung up and rushed out of his room and into the living room. "Is it true?" He asked Violet.
"Is what true?" Violet asked.
Dash split into a wide smirk. "Violet and Joe sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-T, no, G! First comes love, then comes marriage then comes-hey!"
Violet had whacked him on the head with a cushion. "Shut up," She swiped the pillow at him again. Dash still continued teasing her.
"Violet lurves Joe, Violet lurves Joe!" He cried.
"Hey, wait!" Violet froze. "How do you know…" She stopped and then yelled. "You!" Violet started chasing Dash around the room. "You were the one talking on the phone! You killed my reputation, I'll kill you!" They started running around like monkeys on fire. Some of the girls started laughing.
"You know, I wish I were like you," Sierra said thoughtfully. Violet and Dash turned to stare at her.
"Huh, you wanna be like us?" Dash asked.
"Well," She replied. "You two seem to be getting along like twins!"
Dash dug a finger into his ear. "There must be something in my ear! 'Cause I don't like my sis. Want her? 5 bucks!" He joked, then ran out the room.
"Well," Riley hesitated. "Shall we continue?"
But Violet didn't hear her. She was thinking in her mind:
Who: Dashiell Robert Parr a.k.a. Piece of Crap
What: Put something in his food, oh yeah!
Where: At the dining table
When: Just before lunch when mom's busy occupying the pepper or whatever she does for a living
Why: For ruining my rep
How: All I need to do is put some non-toxic shaving cream on his ice cream like whip cream and then watch him gag!
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