Amber walked in the front door of Anubis, happy to be home from school, and as she was about to go to the kitchen to get a snack, she found a pie splattered on her head. Without even thinking about it, she screamed,

"JEROME! ALFIE!"

"Well, we're caught." Alfie said jokingly to Jerome as they came down the stairs, high fiving each other.

"Get this off of me!"

"Picky picky." Jerome said sarcastically, carefully removing the whipped cream filled pan from Amber's head. She shook her head to get the rest of it off and stomped into the kitchen. Alfie and Jerome exchanged glances of pride.

"Nice one buddy." Alfie said, and they went to start resetting the trap in hopes of getting Fabian.

The next afternoon, Jerome barged into his and Alfie's room, with some plastic wrap and duct tape. Excitedly, he said,

"Alfie! I've got an awesome idea for our next prank! I call it Operation Windowsill!

Alfie had been sitting on his bed reading something, but he stuffed it under his bed, stood up, looked at Jerome plainly, and said,

"No thanks. I'm going to go say hi to Amber." And he left the room, leaving Jerome standing puzzled, in the middle of the room.

Trudy called for dinner, and Jerome went downstairs to find Alfie helping carry dinner onto the table. What was up with his best friend? Because if he knew Alfie whatsoever, this was definitely not normal. He was behaving, acting as if he had an angel halo dangling over his head. Jerome was just going to have to get the bottom of this.

"Amber?" Are you here?

"Jerome! Come in, I guess. What do you want?"

"I want to talk about Alfie."

"Why?" She said, sounding irritated.

"Have you noticed anything different about him today?"

"He's being sweet today, isn't it romantic?"

"I call it creepy. Why is he acting…. Different?"

Before she got to answer, Amber's phone went off, playing the .

She picked it up, and got into a total conversation with who sounded like an old friend. Jerome decided it was useless, and left the room, slamming the door as he went.

"For this weekend, please do pages 14-20 in your work book-" And, much to the relief of the entire class, the bell rang. About time. Everyone stood up and started gathering their books. Jerome figured that his next best shot was to talk to the weirdo himself.

"Alfie?"

"Yes, Jerome?"

Jerome was really starting to get freaked out now. "Dude! What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"OH COME ON! You're being….." Jerome looked for a word. "POLITE!"

"I know! You like?" He said coolly. Jerome was searching for words, but just said,

"YES! Why?"

Just as he looked like he was going to answer, Amber walked by the doorway, and said hi, so Alfie ran off with her. Jerome was starting to feel helpless.

It was Sunday evening, about 7:00, when Jerome realized that he hadn't done his weekend homework yet. He made a mad dash for his room, searching everywhere for his worksheets, but he couldn't find them. Night on his desk, not in his bedside drawer, not anywhere. Where were they? After another moment of frantic searching, Jerome decided that it had to be a prank. Alfie had taken them, and hidden them under his bed. It happened about once a semester, so Jerome went straight to Alfie's bed from there, and pulled out the box underneath it. There they were, much to Jerome's relief, but as he took them out, he something under it. A purple and yellow magazine, with a picture of some hot celebrity on the cover. In a box on the bottom, were words that caught his attention though. He flipped to the middle and found the title of an article that said,

How to make your boyfriend or girlfriend like you more

Jerome scanned down to way three.

3. Be extremely polite and respectful. They will notice and appreciate all of the kind things you are doing for them.

It all started to make sense to Jerome then. As he was thinking about it, the door opened, and Alfie walked in. They both looked at each other, silently agreeing that this was an awkward moment. Alfie tried to stutter,

"Dude- I just- I didn't mean- I…." He was lost for words.

Jerome stood up, handed Alfie the magazine, and said calmly,

"It's perfectly fine. In fact, I think I'm going to go help with dinner."

A.N. Okay, I've got a new summer story idea that I should start working on now if I'm going to do it, and I'm working on Confessions, and I'm running out of ideas for this. If you want me to continue these, I can, but I need support and ideas. Thanks!