Alfred- Freshman

Arthur- Sophomore

One month.

Arthur sighed contently, letting his mind drift along with his eyes up towards the clouds. One month left of school and he would be free for the summer.

Unless, of course, he made it to nationals. He would be there until the end of May in that case, but he didn't want to think about that. Not while the weather was so beautiful and he had a nice, long break before his class at one o'clock.

He thought about summer instead. True, he would be torn apart from his delicious roommate for three months, but they were currently in the running for a four-person, on-campus apartment along with Kiku and Matthew for the next year, and that was more than a little exciting. Plus, as hard as it was to admit, he did rather miss home. Not so much the weather, or Peter, or his menial, summer job at Yappy Hour Pets and Pet Accessories, but because it was home, and there was always something nice about going home.

He chipped into the dormitory and leaned heavily against the wall as he waited for the elevator. It took it's time as usual before the squeaky doors opened and allowed him to be taken up to his floor. Maybe he would take a short nap? It was only nine-fifty, he could sleep for a bit and wake up early enough to be ready for lunch. He just hoped that Alfred wasn't going to be loud and keep him awake.

He switched his books into his other arm and dug through his pockets for his lanyard to open the door. He was so busy thinking about his surely blissful nap, that he nearly couldn't stop himself in time from grabbing the slimy condom pulled taught over his doorknob.

"Ugh!" he cried, dropping his lanyard in shock. "What the hell?" He threw his head back and forth, his eyes narrowing into an angry glare. "Okay, who the fuck was it?" he exclaimed. Someone yelled out "your mom!" from a room down the hallway and Arthur rolled his eyes.

Sticking out his tongue in disgust, Arthur was able to pull the condom off with a pair of pencils and deposited it in the bathroom garbage. He washed his hands three times for good measure.

"Alfred, did you see that foul- what the...?"

Everything on Arthur's side of the room was incased in think layers of cling wrap. His bed, his desk, his computer, all of his books (individually wrapped, he noted, in bewildered amusement), even his mini-fridge had been totally and completely wrapped up in sheets of plastic.

Out of the corner of his eye, a rather Alfred-shaped lump on the top bunk shook with muffled laughter.

"ALFRED F. JONES! He exclaimed. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

"APRIL FOOLS!" Alfred sang, jumping up in bed so fast he nearly toppled himself right out of it. "What do you think?"

"I think you've gone mad!"

Alfred laughed, safely climbing down from his bunk. "Aw, come on, it's April Fools Day, dude! Don't be such a spoil sport!"

Arthur's face instantly darkened. That would explain the condom then. "I hate this bloody holiday," he seethed.

Last year, Francis decided to take it upon himself to chop off all of Arthur's brilliantly long hair. He didn't care how much Francis told him it made him look like a fuzzy, gold caterpillar and that he was doing him a favor, he knew he looked cool.

Plus, the penis drawn on his forehead with a permanent marker was pretty awful, as well. It was there for days.

He still had a sneaking suspicion Gilbert had been the mastermind behind that one.

"Hey, I'm gonna go steal people's towels from the showers," Alfred positively giggled. "Wanna come with?"

"Pass," he replied curtly. "There is no way I'm taking part in such a positively juvenile holiday. If you need me, I will be taking a nap-" he froze, remembering his bed was currently out of order as soon as he spun to face it. "-on the futon," he finished, "because you will be cleaning up this mess as soon as humanly possible."

Alfred groaned childishly. "Awww, Artie, don't be so boring! It'll be totally fun!"

Arthur looked up from fluffing up a pillow on the futon to shoot his roommate an incredulous look. "Fun? How is encouraging our dorm-mates to run about the hallways in the nude, fun?"

"Cause naked people are funny?" He shrugged. "Please? It wont be fun without you!"

"I highly doubt that."

"Artieeeeee" he whined, making Arthur wince. Honestly, if that boy wasn't so cute, he would have offed him months ago. "Pleeeeeease?"

He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, if I said no before, what would make you think I would be inclined to join you when you act like a spoilt child?"

"Antonio's in there right now."

"...Fine."

O

Alfred didn't know Arthur could be so... fun!

He wasn't sure why, but apparently seeing Antonio poking halfway out of a shower, yelling for Gilbert to bring him a towel and Gilbert standing in the doorway laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes, was enough to open some kind of can of worms of funness in his stuffy little British roommate. He had skipped class, even encouraged Alfred to do the same, and they had preceded to spend the entire day pulling pranks on the whole campus.

They ordered ten sauceless, cheeseless pizzas with extra mushrooms and sausage to be delivered to Rome and Germania in the coach's office, stolen every towel from every bathroom in the boys (and girls, for that matter. Alfred wasn't about to ask Arthur how he managed to get them in there) dormitories, convinced Feliks One Direction had broken up to become silent film stars, and replaced all the sugar in the professor's lounge with salt, all before they had to go to track practice at five o'clock that evening.

Alfred wasn't sure what happened over on the other side of the track where the distance runners was doing repeat 400's, just that pole vaulting was over there was well, and when practice was over, Arthur looked positively conniving.

"Cancel all of your plans for the remainder of the evening," he said quietly in Alfred's ear as they walked to dinner. "We're paying Francis a little visit tonight."

Alfred blinked. This was either going to end very badly, or be totally epic. He wasn't sure which.

O

"Okay, so...What?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes dangerously at Alfred. "Have you not been listening for the entirety of our drive over here?"

"Of course I was! I just...missed the part where you told me what we were doing, is all."

He sighed. "To put it simply enough for you to understand, we are going to trash the place."

Alfred bit his lip and glanced over at Francis's house. It wasn't exactly a nice house, per se, but they were in college and it had a perfect area in the basement for beer pong, so it was practically a mansion. "He'll catch us."

"Ah, not if he's not home, he wont." Arthur was grinning mischievously, and despite how new and exciting (and kinda hot, if Alfred was going to be totally honest) it was, it frightened him a little to see this new side of him. "A little birdie told me he and the other twats are out causing trouble on campus. He wont be back until well into the night."

"And if someone calls the cops on us?" He asked, still not one hundred percent comfortable with such a serious prank.

Arthur smiled. "You're a runner, aren't you lad?" he questioned playfully. Alfred nodded. "So run."

O

Overall, Alfred thought they had done a pretty damn good job toilet papering the place. Arthur had pulled a bulk package of cheap toilet paper out of seemingly nowhere ("Seriously, dude, where the hell did that even come from?"), and they had gotten to work. At this point, not a single bit of the blue of the house was visible, nor the driveway, yard, and even the car Francis had so foolishly not taken with him back to World U.

"That ought to do it," Arthur boasted proudly, stepping back in inspect their handiwork. "Now, let's go inside."

Alfred coughed. "Inside? I thought we were just gonna TP, or like, egg it or something! What are we doing inside?"

"I told you we were going to trash the place, did I not?"

"Well yeah, but-Dude! What the fuck are you doing?"

Arthur was crouched over at Francis's door, pushing the toilet paper aside and fiddling around with something at the doorknob. He hadn't done this in awhile, but surely he could still—click! "Brilliant!"

They rushed through the door together, Alfred grumbling about being arrested and where did Arthur even get a bobby pin, anyway? Where was all this shit coming from? Arthur shushed him of course, reminding him that they were not going to get arrested, they'll just eat his food or something, so shut the bloody hell up.

They walked into the kitchen, the house seeming quieter now that they were there without Francis, and Arthur flicked on a light. "Go on, there is probably some kind of too-sweet pastry in the fridge, knowing the frog."

Alfred cheered, opening the fridge and pulling out a rich looking eclair cake, covered in foil. "Aw, fuck yeah!" he cried, pulling a couple forks out of a drawer and placing the cake on the center island in front of Arthur. "Care to join me?"

"I'd rather starve that eat anything that twit made," Arthur snubbed.

Alfred chuckled, slipping a forkful of cake into his mouth and moaning in a way that made Arthur blush to ears. "Oh my God, Arthur! You have to try some of this shit!"

"That's quite alright," he argued, pushing Alfred's offered fork away from his face. "Alfred, enough!"

"Dude, it's delicious! Francis will never even know you liked it!" he laughed, going at Arthur's mouth again with the fork.

"Stop it you, git!" Arthur cried, slapping the fork away and straight into Alfred's face.

Alfred squeaked, frantically wiping the pudding and chocolate from his eyes. "Damnit, bro, what the Hell?" he demanded, though there was more amusement to his voice than anger. "What a waste of perfectly good- are you laughing?"

Arthur shook his head frantically, the hands coving his grinning mouth and crinkled eyes concealing nothing. "Y-you have a bit of gram cracker in your hair," he said through his giggles. Alfred narrowed his eyes with a cat-like grin.

"Oh, this is funny to you?" he asked, sticking his fork back in to the cake and wigging it around in the air. Arthur frantically shook his head. "I think this is funny to you! C'mon, hold still so you can see just how funny it is!"

Arthur screamed, dodging out of the way just in time before Alfred launched the cake in his direction. "Stop it!"

"I thought you thought this was funny!"

They continued to toss large handfuls of the cake at each other across the kitchen, laughing and falling all over each other in a fit of giggles.

"Alfred Jones, you stop that this instant! You're getting cake everywhere!"

Alfred rolled his eyes. "We came to trash the house, didn't we? Ha!" A large chunk of cake landed directly in the center of Arthur's forehead. "Woo! Two points!"

Arthur swiped his hand across his forehead and stuck out in tongue in disgust. "Yes, yes, well done. Finish your cake so we can be off. This place is a disaster."

The freshman crinkled his nose. "Dude, I'm not getting in my car all covered in pudding and shit." He picked a broken gram cracker off his pants. "Blah. You're all covered too, we are not getting in my car like this."

Arthur looked down and realized for the first time what a mess he was. "Well, what do you suppose we do about it?"

"We could steal some of Francis's clothes. He's got two showers in here, right?"

Arthur flushed for some reason. "I-I believe he does, yes."

Alfred beamed. "Perfect!" He skipped off to Francis's room, Arthur following close behind. After a few minutes of searching for things in his closet that would fit (for Alfred) and weren't too flashy (for Arthur), they parted ways. They promised they would be out in five minutes tops and meet in the living room so they could be out of the house and in the car before Francis got back.

Arthur slipped into the bathroom and placed his new clothes on the toilet before climbing into the shower. He washed himself quickly, for some reason getting nervous that Francis would arrive soon. Once he didn't smell quite so much like pudding, he turned off the water and reached out from behind the curtain to grab his clothes.

And found they were mysteriously missing.

He was going to kill Alfred.

Arthur tore back the shower curtain and grabbed for his towel, infinitely thankful Alfred had not taken that as well. He quickly checked the mirror, successfully confirming that, why yes, he did look as ridiculous as he thought he would, and ran a hand through is damp hair anyway. He kicked open the door and stomped in the direction of the loud, obnoxious laugher in the living room.

"Alfred, I swear, if you don't give me back my clothes, I'll-"

And he froze, because Alfred wasn't wearing any clothes either, apparently in such a rush to steal Arthur's clothes, he forgot to put his on as well. Arthur immediately flushed, suddenly self conscience of his pale and scrawny body in light of Alfred's toned and tan one (how the bloody hell does one have a tan in April, anyway?), and he thanked the heavens he at least had a towel around his waist, lest he actually faint.

"What is wrong with you?" he cried, clutching his towel even tighter and throwing his other hand over his eyes.

Alfred laughed. "Like I would let you off easy today!"

"Cling wrapping my entire room wasn't enough for you?"

"Oh yeah, I did that this morning didn't I?"

"Alfred!"

The boy laughed. "Aw, it was just a little joke! I left 'em with mine in the bathroom, c'mon, I'll grab 'em and we can-"

Click.

They stopped still. That had definitely been a click.

And it had definitely come from the door.

They immediately jumped into action, Arthur sprinting toward the bathroom to grab his clothes before being stopped in his tracks by Alfred. "There's no time!" he cried, grabbing his hand. "RUN!"

They ran through the kitchen, Alfred slipping on a bit of eclair cake on the floor but recovering at the last minute, and barged through the back door. Arthur allowed himself a little bit of relief when he heard the front door open just as he slammed it shut. They hopped over the fence, Arthur almost loosing his towel on various occasions, and sprinted down the street as fast as they could with bare feet. They didn't stop until they reached Alfred's car, parked a good bit away, in case of just such an emergency.

By the time they reached the car, they couldn't tell if they couldn't catch their breath from running or from laughing. Arthur fell across the hood, couching to cover up his gasps, and Alfred leaned his back next to him and wiped a lone tear from his eyes.

Their eyes met, and for just a second they allowed the other to keep his gaze. Neither had felt so happy in a long time.

"We should probably get back," Alfred said with a smile. "The last thing we need is someone to see out here like this." he laughed and adjusted his towel, Arthur blushed when it rested just a bit lower. "I'm freezing my balls off!"

"Yes, yes," Arthur agreed, clearing his throat. "Let's get on then, don't need you getting sick."

They rode back to the school with the radio on low as they speculated what Francis might have looked like when he saw his house had been TPed, and then that his cake had apparently exploded all over his kitchen. After parking the car, they made a mad dash back to the dorm, relived that only about twelve people had for sure seen them. It was only when they got to their door that their giggling sobered slightly.

Their door had been covered with cling wrap, and the space left between the door and the plastic had been filled with popcorn. Alfred snorted.

"Not that I felt bad about it before, but I definitely don't regret trashing Francis's house now."

Arthur shook his head, ripping down the wrapping and letting the popcorn fall all over the floor. "I'll vacuum this up," he sighed, stepping over the pile and into the room. "It beats a permanent marker penis, at least."

"What?"

Arthur smirked. "Don't worry about it, lad. Happy April Fools Day."

SO FUN STORY. Last night I was talking to simplytrop, telling her how I was writing the next chapter, and she used her crazy mind games to make me put aside the chapter I had been working on ALL WEEK and write a whole new chapter in less that 24 hours in honor of April Fools Day. So that's where this came from. XD Thank her.

Anyway, Happy April Fools Day to all of you! The next chapter (that should have been THIS chapter) will probably be up later this week! :D I hope you enjoyed!

-Car