Hosie-Attraction Short Stories

Chapter 5 🔞

Ethan bursts into Hope's office with a huge smile on his face, Mg looks up expecting Hope to be coming through the door.

He goes back to his laptop and Ethan sighs, sitting in the other chair beside him. Mg can see the goofy grin on his face from the corner of his eye.

He shuts his laptop,"Okay why are you so happy?"

"what makes you think I'm happy?"

"You have a stupid grin on your face."

Ethan stands up, "Your right." He pulls out a small party blower and some silly string. He blows the horn loudly before he sprays the silly string on himself.

Mg just looks at him behind confused on what's going on.

"It's Hope and I's thirteenth friendiversary!" He shouts.

"Friend a what?" Mg asks.

Ethan sighs. "It's our friend anniversary, you know friend and anniversary put together. Duhh."

Mg just nods slowly. "Whatever you say. What are you guys doing for this anniversary thing?"

Ethan's grin returns, "Here's the thing we do a mini prank war."

Mg isn't even surprised but it's time for his break so he can listen to whatever he's talking about."Interesting, tell me more."

"We basically pull one prank on each other anytime out of the whole day. It's unexpected but it has to be done before the day ends. It's our tradition, normally Hope kicks my ass every year. A couple years ago she slipped nair into my shampoo and I was bald for months."

Mg snickers at that. "That's pretty good."

Ethan rolls his eyes, "No it gets worse, another time she slipped itching powder in all my boxers when I was sleep. When we went out to a bar, I was scratching myself so hard the women in the damn place thought I had an std while all the guys thought I haven't showered in five years or some shit."

Mg breaks out into a fit of laughter and wipes away the tears coming from his eyes. "Dude that is hilarious."

"It is not. I'm tired of being bested." He smirks and goes into his pocket. "But I got something for her ass this time."

He pulls out a bottle of pills and shakes them. "What is that?" Mg asks.

Ethan holds his hand up before vamping out of the room, returning with two cups of fresh coffee and a small bowl.

He takes the top off of one of the cups before he takes out the pill bottle again. He pours the whole bottle into the bowl and pulls out a grey pestle.

Mg narrows his eyes watching the man. "You just carry this type of stuff in your pockets??"

Ethan chuckles, "sometimes." He grinds the pills up with the pestle and waits until it's all powdery like, he dumps the powder into the coffee cup and pulls out a straw to mix it all up. When he's finished he also pulls out a coffee creamer bottle and dumps a lot of it in the cup as well.

"How is all of this coming out of your pockets?" Mg asks.

"I will never tell." Ethan replies. He mixes that up as well before putting the top back on the cup. He puts the straw, empty creamer bottle, and bowl back in his pocket.

He looks around the room not sure what to do with the pestle and decides to throw it out the window. The window wasn't open so he breaks the glass and the pestle lands on the building across from them.

"Dude!" Mg says looking at the shattered glass pieces on the floor.

Ethan winces and walks over to the window to inspect it, "I can fix this, later though." He walks back over to the coffee cup, grabbing Hope's marker off her desk and writes H on the cup.