Living

Chapter 31: April

April, a time for spring, rain, and flowers. A time for growth and birth.

A time for Mike and Ike Guzman to pull the greatest prank ever.

They started at 12am, April 1st, 2022. They met up at Central Park, both making sure to not wake their boyfriends. Ike walked up to his brother, fully dressed.

"You look like you's in a gang", Mike said, looking down at his rather comfortable sweat pants. "It's midnight."

"I got places to be", Ike argued, shrugging. "What's the plan?"

Mike smirked.

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JoJo woke up, anxious. He knew what today was.

The other boys may not feel the worry he does, but they also hadn't spent the last two years with the twins. JoJo and Hotshot have been through it.

He looked next to him, finding Mike sleeping soundly in their bed. JoJo's brows furrowed as he looked around the room, finding everything in place and as it should be. There wasn't even a bucket of water above the door. What?

He got out bed carefully, walking towards the door and out of the room. The smell of bacon wavered through the air as he made his way to the kitchen. "Mornin'?"

"Mornin'", Ike greeted with a smile, glancing at his friend. He was...cooking.

Fun fact about Ike: he doesn't like cooking, or baking. He leaves most of that to JoJo. So when he was cooking actual food, either something really bothered him, or someone died.

Maybe their pullin' a switch. JoJo looked at Hotshot, who seemed to be just as weirded out as he drank his coffee. "Mornin', Hotshot."

"Hey", he greeted, staring at his boyfriend with question. JoJo moved to sit next to him, watching Ike move around the kitchen. "I didn't know he could cook."

"Me either", JoJo muttered, staring in awe. "It's like he's a different person."

"Well, that's him", Hotshot sighed, taking another sip of coffee. "If it was Mike, they would've switched phones."

JoJo nodded, still confused. What is goin' on?

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Race woke up rather peacefully. He slept with Spot at his place, wrapped around him comfortably. Brooklyn wasn't so bad, as long as you get used to it.

He glanced over at Spot and smiled, seeing the happy grin on his boyfriend's face. He could be dreaming about anything, as long as it made him happy.

Race rubbed his eyes, shivering at the coolness of a foamy substance. He got up quickly and ran to the bathroom, grabbing a face towel and moving his hand around for the faucet. He turned the knob and placed the towel under it, rubbing his face.

He heard snickering near the door and opened one eye, seeing Spot at the entrance. "Ti ucciderò. You might not see tomorrow."

Spot laughed harder behind his hand. "Happy first."

Race muttered some more things in Italian, cursing his boyfriend as he laughed harder.

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Jack awoke with a start, causing Davey to glance around nervously. "What's wrong?"

"It's April."

Davey furrowed his brows, confusion evident on his face. "So?"

Jack got up quickly, looking under his bed and behind his dresser. He walked over to his door, grabbing onto the knob. "Where's Crutch-"

A bucket of water fell onto his head, stopping his sentence before it finished. Davey held his stomach in laughter, rubbing in Jack's embarrassment.