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"Alright, we need money makers—go." Jerome pointed to the other boys in the room. He turned to his white board and got ready for the first idea.
Sitting on Alfie's bed was Eddie, who sat back; legs spread out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Alfie was seated on the floor at the foot of his bed. Fabian on Jerome's bed, sat beside Mick.
"Food," Eddie spoke up.
"Sports games," Mick called.
"Magic shows!" Alfie grinned.
"Selling books," you can guess where that one came from.
"What about a dunk tank?" Jerome suggested as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his blue eyes shut.
"Oh, that's a good idea!" Alfie realized.
"Yeah, good one, dude," Eddie agreed with a nod.
"Alright, whatever," Mick shrugged.
"Okay," Fabian said.
There was going to be a carnival in front of the school the next day to help raise money for the school. They were trying to figure out the best way to make money and make it fast enough to get to £100. A bet had been made with the girls of the house, to see who could make it to that amount the fastest. Girls against guys; girlfriends against boyfriends—it was very interesting. At that moment, the girls were up in Amber and Nina's room, trying to come up with an idea of their own.
While the guys sat down to discuss how they were going to organize the dunk tank, Jerome instructed Mick to go listen to their conversation and find out what they're up against. Mick nodded and left the room. He quietly climbed the stairs and tiptoed to the girls' bedroom, pressing his ear against the closed door.
They laughed.
"Amber, that's not what it means," Patricia snorted. It sounded like she was closest to the door.
"Then what does it mean?" Amber asked.
"A pharmacist is someone that sells medicine." Nina chuckled.
"Oh."
They continued to talk about nonsense and Mick backed away from the door after a few more minutes of learning absolutely nothing. He made his way back to Jerome and Alfie's room.
"Well?" Eddie prompted, raising his eyebrows at the jock.
"I think they already have their idea; they weren't talking about anything important." He sighed, sitting down.
"Great, fantastic, now we don't know what they have. Ours could be majorly lame compared to theirs. They could be sitting in lawn chairs wearing bikinis making guys pay a dollar just to take picture. We could lose!" Jerome groaned.
"Mate, it's thirty degrees out, why would they be wearing bikinis, of all things?" Fabian asked.
"Yeah, and we're going to sit over a tank of freezing cold water, just waiting for some jerk to come up and dunk us?" Eddie muttered.
"No, of course not," Jerome shook his head and looked at his best friend with a smirk.
"We rig the target so it doesn't dunk us unless they hit it in the perfect position." Alfie explained.
"So, we cheat?" Fabian frowned.
"No, we aren't cheating; think of it as insurance that people will keep coming up an trying to dunk the guys that are calling all of them losers because they throw like girls." Jerome shrugged.
Fabian looked at the other two, hoping they'd back him up, but they just shrugged with Alfie and Jerome and left it alone.
"Where are the girl's?" Alfie asked, looking around as Eddie ran up to them, pointing behind him.
"I found them, and you guys might want to see this." He said.
The four boys followed the American to the middle of the carnival and their eyes widened to the size of saucers when they landed on what was before them.
"A kissing booth," Jerome choked out. "Do you see how many guys are running around this place? They'll make money in no time. That is pure brilliance! Mara must have come up with it."
"No, Joy did, it totally makes sense; she's sneaky like that." Mick corrected.
"No, Amber must have thought it up with her genius mind."
"Does it really matter?" Eddie interrupted. "The fact is, they're still setting up; our tanks already up, let's open before they do and get a head start."
They nodded and scurried to their dunk tank.
"Alright, Mick, you're up first." Jerome slapped the tank with the palm of his hand.
"You sure I won't get dunked really easily?" Mick narrowed his eyes at the taller blonde. He never trusted Jerome, and there was a reason why he, and everyone else that knows him, didn't.
"Here, let me show you something." Jerome gripped his shoulder and led him around the tank to where the target and the board Mick would be seated on were connected. "You see how this thingy is so close to the side of the target, and it's so small? Yeah, no one can dunk any of us unless they know where that little latch is. And no one knows where it is. 'Kay?"
Mick took a deep breath and climbed the ladder to the seat.
Many teens and adults came up to their tank and tried their hardest to hit the target. Each of them would hit the target, but miss the sweet spot. Each of the boys had taken turns and at the moment, Mick was once again seated over the freezing water.
People were slowly being pushed out of the way. Jerome looked up from his money counting as his girlfriend and her friends appeared in front of the crowd. His eyebrows furrowed and he watched them. They looked at each other and nodded. Patricia walked up to him and handed him money for three tennis balls. Jerome handed them to her with narrowed eyes and she threw one ball but missed the sweet spot by an inch. Jerome then smirked, and counted the rest of the money, including the bill Patricia had given him. He perked up when he counted 100. Patricia threw the second ball and once again missed as he double checked what he'd counted.
"Hey, Sweety, guess what," Jerome smirked, walking up to him, fanning his face with the many bills.
"Yes," Eddie grinned, and they high fived.
They both decided to wait for Patricia to throw the last ball before telling them that they'd won. She threw her final ball and it hit the target perfectly. The board underneath Mick was suddenly gone and he was under the ice cold water. Jerome and Eddie stared at Mick with gaping mouths for a moment before brushing it off and turning to the girls with identical smirks. But they were met with smirks from the girls. Patricia held up a stack of bills and fanned them out. The two blondes watched the money for a moment and then groaned.
"No!"
"Oh, Fabian, thanks for telling us where the sweet spot was, by the way." Patricia grinned at the boys.
The other four looked at him with raised eyebrows and scowls. Fabian gulped and squeaked, running in the other directions. They took off after him, accusing him of 'betraying' them.
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