The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 24 (Joe's POV)

"Joe," I vaguely hear someone whisper. I ignore it, pretending I'm still asleep. But the voice doesn't quit.

"Hey, Joeyyyyy." The voice becomes more insistent, and I've come to the realization that its Pete. He's never up before me; he stays up so late from his insomnia that he's always up no earlier than at least one. He's almost as bad as Patrick. So that means that this must be important.

But sleep is more important.

"Go away," I groan, pressing my face farther onto my pillow.

Pete isn't having any of it. I feel the bed sink, and suddenly he's tripping over my legs and climbing over me. I can sense he's laying, facing me, on his side. I can feel his hot breath on my face. He needs to brush his teeth.

"Joe Snow." I feel a finger pry open my eye lid, and I jump back. I trust this dude with my life, but there's an exception when he almost pokes my fucking eyeball out with his finger. Nope.

"What the fuck, Peter?!" I yell, rubbing my eye. He shrugs.

"It got you up, didn't it?"

I roll my injured eye, groaning.

"What do you want, Wentz?"

"Ooh, throwing out my last name, are you?" Pete raises his eyebrow sassily. "Someone's annoyed."

"Well, gee, I wonder why? Its not like you almost poked my goddamn eyeball out or anything."

"Oh, no, I'd never do that. That would be dicky of me," he states, grinning.

I whip my pillow out from under me so fast he doesn't have time to blink and crawl on top of him, sitting on him so he can't escape. I hit him with the fluffy weapon over and over again mercilessly.

"Joe- Stop! Joe, Joe! JOSEPH!"

I stop for a second, and hit him one more time for good measure. "Yes?"

"Get the fuck off of me and stop hitting me with your dandruff-filled pillow."

My hand immediately shoots up to my hair. "I do not have dandruff!"

"Guys! What are you-"

Our heads whip in the direction of the voice to see a groggy Andy standing at the foot of my bunk, who's looking at us weirdly.

"Uh, why are you on top of Pete, Joe?"

I scramble off of him. "Revenge. The fucker pried my eyelid open in my friggin sleep!"

"That doesn't mean you have to hit me over and over with a pillow!" He looks at Andy and points at the pillow like it came straight from Hell. "That thing hurts!"

"Aw, poor baby," I mockingly wipe fake tears from my face and he scowls at me.

"Asshat."

"Cockmuppet."

"Bloody twat."

"That's Cheryl's word-"

"Would you two shut the fuck up?" Andy whisper-hisses, gesturing to a sleeping Patrick. "We have important matters to discuss."

Ohhhh, Patrick's birthday! This is going to be fun to plan.

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Two hours and several cans of RedBull later, Pete, Andy and I are sitting on the floor of the living area looking at a paper diagram we came up with, outlining our plan for Patrick's surprise birthday party. I think its a pretty damn good plan.

"Okay, so were going to need a distraction of some sort so we can hide and everything, and then when Patrick walks in, then, then, we release the mosquitoes."

Andy and I turn to look incredulously at Pete, who just dies laughing. I smirk at him for referencing one of Patrick's tweets, but continue.

"Anyway, whatever the distraction is will keep him occupied long enough for all of us to get everything situated. Should the girl start as soon as he walks in?"

Pete thinks for a second. "No, that would be too overwhelming, I think. Patrick's our adorable, innocent bunny, remember? We don't want to overdo it."

Suddenly Andy starts snickering. We look at him and wait for an explanation.

"Blue rabbits," is all he says and we start chuckling.

After our laughing fit, we all become silent, thinking.

"I got it!" I yell after a couple minutes, only to be shushed by the guys.

"Sorry," I whisper. "When the girl starts her routine, we can have Blue Rabbits playing in the background. That'll get him," I explain, proud of my plan.

Andy and Pete glance at each other, nodding and grinning. We all deviously smile at each other like we did in the YoungBlood Chronicles when Patrick opened the brief case, only this time he won't have a clue as to what's in it.