"Uuuhhh," Clarence moaned. "What happened last night?"

"My head hurts," groaned Hal.

"What are you doing here, Hal?!" Clarence yelped in surprise

"I don't know…"

A groan came from underneath some blankets, and Clarence and Hal screamed and clutched each other. Another groan came, and Clarence slowly went over and lifted the pillow off the monster.

"It's…."

"Mercutio?" Hal offered.

"No. Surprisingly, it's Geoffrey," Clarence answered.

"What's he doing here?"

"I don't know. Why are YOU here?"

"Clarence, I told you, I don't know!"

Another groan came from beside Geoffrey. Hal and Clarence exchanged glances and slowly pulled back the blanket…

Hermia laid there, her arms wrapped around Geoffrey's torso. Their eyes were closed, and Geoffrey's face was covered in kiss marks, most likely from makeup.

Hal and Clarence giggled.

"Um!" Clarence chuckled.

"Someone's been busy!" Hal snickered.

Just then, the door slammed open, and Mercutio came bouncing in. Make up was all over his face. He was wrapped up in his duvet and he was bouncing around on his wobbly legs like a kangaroo.

"HIYA! COOOEEEE!"

Hal and Clarence screamed again, and clutched at one another. "Help! It's the makeup monster!"

"No, worse! It's the 'Florescent Mad Man'!" Clarence squealed, hiding behind Hal.

Mercutio rolled his eyes. "Nothing bad about being unusual, guys!"

"Mercutio, what are you doing here?!" Hal gawped.

"Just chilin'! Why? What are YOU doing here?" he said, suddenly serious, his face staring right into Hal's.

"Uhhh. Heard of 'personal space', Mercutio?" Hal said, pushing him back.

Mercutio giggled, and then looked down at Geoffrey. "Wow! Hey what did I miss?"

Clarence clutched his head. "Ow. God, my head hurts."

"Too much alcohol…" Hal murmured.

"And guess who gave it to us!" Mercutio chirped, kicking Geoffrey's foot. "Hey, Goofey! Wake up!"

Geoffrey snorted in his sleep.

Mercutio grinned. He bent over and tickled Geoffrey by stroking his leg. Geoffrey sniggered, wriggled, and kicked out at Mercutio. "Get lost, perv…" he mumbled.

Mercutio looked mock offended. "He just called me a perv! Did you hear that, Hal? He called me a-"

"Yes, Mercutio! We know!" Hal groaned.

A sly grin spread itself across Mercutio face. "Hey, Clarence! Pass me those headphones!"

"Why-"

"Just do it, man!"

Sighing, Clarence reached over, grabbed the headphones that Mercutio was pointing to, and handed them to him. Then, leaning over, Mercutio placed them firmly, but slowly, in Geoffrey's ears. He grabbed the nearby phone, not checking whose it was, connected it to the headphones, turned the volume up high, selected a track, and pressed play…

Geoffrey shot up, screaming, and yanked the headphones out. Mercutio, Hal and Clarence burst into fits of laughter, and rolled around on the floor, clutching their sides as tears came out of their eyes and poured down their cheeks.

Geoffrey literally breathed fire, and smoke was coming out of his ears. "THAT. WAS. NOT. FUNNYYY!"

This just made the pranksters laugh harder.

The yelling woke up Hermia, who sat up with a yawn. "What the hell is going on in here?" she yawned.

"These bastards woke me up…" Geoffrey seethed.

"Never mind," Hermia smiled. "Mercutio, what are you wearing?"

"Make up!"

"You look like a girl…" Hal snickered.

"No, more like a gay guy!" Clarence laughed.

"I'm not-" Mercutio started to say, but then stopped when he heard footsteps approaching.

Silence.

Then.

"Hey Juliet! Have you seen my superman boxers? Rosaline wants them!"

They were in Capulet's manor.

Geoffrey groaned. "Oh f-"

The door slammed open. "Hey, are they in here? WHAT THE-"

"HI!" Mercutio waved.

"And bye!" Hal yelled, opening a window and leaping out.

Tybalt stared at the three teens on the floor.

"Heh, heh…" Mercutio giggled weakly. He held up a pillow. "Want to sleep? Cause I do. Goodnight." And with that, he pretended to snore.

"Oh I am so screwed…" Geoffrey murmured, before leaping out of the window.

"WAIT FOR ME!"

Tybalt frowned at his sister. "Well, slut. What have you to say for yourself?"

Hermia grinned. "One thing, Twatbalt." She stood up and went over to the window.

"Well," Tybalt asked, impatient.

Hermia smirked. "GEOFF'S A GREAT KISSER!" and she leapt out of the window after him.

"WHAT?!" Tybalt roared. He turned to Mercutio, who now stood grinning.

"I bet she's right, you know…" was all he said, winking at Tybalt. He turned and leapt out of the window after her and his friends.

As they ran off, laughing, all that could be heard was a loud cry of: "WHAT?!"