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I Pranked My Boyfriend! What Happens Next Is Shocking!

*Third Person POV*

Brynleigh looked at the clock. 11:02 P.M, perfect timing. Perfect timing for what, you may ask. Well, for context of the timing, Brynleigh had seen a trend online that some of her YouTuber friends had done. You basically set up an elaborate prank for your boyfriend or girlfriend and film their reaction. It was always hilarious. So, on a night during one of the long months while her dad was at the oil rig, she had Cyrus sleepover. Without her dad knowing, of course. He would never allow it if he did know. She had a hidden camera in a closet and a noise machine that would make it sound like someone was storming the house. Another one of her perfect ideas.

Brynleigh shook Cyrus awake and told him they should hide because she heard a noise. She quickly grabbed a bat and pushed Cyrus inside the near closet with the hidden camera. She reached behind her while Cyrus wasn’t looking so that she could press the button on the small remote to turn on the noise machine. Immediately, they heard sounds of people smashing down doors and yelling about whether or not they found people anywhere. Rummaging the house, smashing things, and glass breaking. It was so real that Brynleigh herself almost believed it.

Cyrus suddenly started to cling onto Brynleigh, which she quickly figured out was to silence his sobs. He was still in a thick sweater and thick sweatpants for pajamas because he was forever cold. He was slightly shivering in the cold closet, and his back heaved up and down as he tried desperately to breathe. Brynleigh had known he would be scared and all, but she hadn’t expected this. She raked her mind for any reason why he might react like this. It couldn’t be that this reminded him of a horror movie or anything. He was never scared of those. Until it dawned on her that this was probably far too similar to experiences he had when, well, everything was happening.

Brynleigh hastily reached behind her to turn off the noise machine. She started to shush the boy in front of her, who now seemed far too small. She whispered in his ear that no one was in the house, they were safe, and there was no reason to worry at all.

The only response she would get was Cyrus shakily whispering back, “No, no, stop talking. They’re gonna find us, they can’t find us. They can’t find us, not again. I’m sorry. Please, please, not again. I-i can’t do that again…please, they can’t find us.” Over and over again. It broke Brynleigh to see him like this. She had training on how to deal with panic attacks and trauma, but no matter what she did, it didn’t help at all, and she hated that. It got so bad to the point where Cyrus just passed out because he couldn’t breathe enough.

So Brynleigh just held him through the night in the closet. She played with his hair and tried to wrap a blanket around him as he continued to cling to her in his sleep. He almost woke up many times that night from nightmares, and Brynleigh tried to wake him up multiple times from nightmares. But it seemed like his body and mind just wanted him to suffer through them as no matter what, he always stayed asleep. She cried along with him. She never thought she had cried so much in her life. Not once did she leave his side until noon the next day when he finally woke up, with tear stains on his face and an unrecognizable look of fear and sadness in his eyes. When he first woke up, he just held Brynleigh there for another ten minutes, just muttering thanks that she was still alive and well. That made both of them shed more tears.

But eventually, they helped each other stand up and walk down to the kitchen. Brynleigh went to work at making her famous chocolate chip waffles, which she didn’t let Cyrus help with at all. She said he needed rest after last night. Cyrus pointed out that last night hadn’t been great for her either, but she felt too guilty to admit how tired she was. So they ate silently, not giving into their usual lively conversations. Neither of the pair felt like talking right then.

Brynleigh only felt more guilty about a week later when Holiday approached her and demanded to know what had happened that night. Apparently, he had continued having nightmares every night, started being extremely jumpy and anxious again, and he started taking on way too many projects. But not in the ‘he’s feeling creative and energized so he’s gonna work’ way, rather in the ‘something happened, so he’s gonna drown himself in work to avoid thinking or talking about it’ way. She had noticed the changes. The darkness that had settled under his eyes, the need for constant reassurance that everyone he cared about was okay, the fact that he no longer had time to spend with anyone. He just spent time in his room, the garage, or at the school’s science lab working. Brynleigh had wanted to think those were due to something else, but she knew it was her and her stupid idea.

This continued on for two more months before Cyrus started to get back to normal again. After three months, he was perfectly fine, for the most part, but overall okay. Brynleigh still checked on him, though. She was terrified of something, anything, setting him off like that again. She also made sure he knew that she didn’t upload the video or even edit it. She had just gotten rid of the footage. Cyrus joked that if she had uploaded it, she should’ve called it something like ‘I Pranked My Boyfriend! What Happens Next Is Shocking!’ But underneath that, she could tell he was glad he wouldn’t be embarrassed for all the internet to see.

Brynleigh never brought up prank videos again after that.

Word Goal: 1000

Word Count: 1011

(Request/idea from, drumroll please...2amandrain13! Once again, because they like to flood my comments with cyleigh ideas. I'm not complaining. But yeah, I did this one quick, so don't mind the horribleness.)