The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 57 (Cheryl's POV)

"Since tour is almost over, we have to have our traditional End Of Tour Prank War. Be prepared, kids. This will be one fucked up week."

Pete announced that last night. I've been up all night planning this shit, so operating on no sleep won't be fun, but this prank should be worth it. I'll need someone's help, though.

"Hailey," I whisper, nudging her shoulder, trying not to wake anyone else up. Its about five in the morning, which she'll kill me for, but I want to get this done before my anxiousness sends me on a rampage.

"What?" she mumbles, smacking my hand away.

"I need help for a prank," I whisper, nudging her again.

"Stop nudging me there, it still hurts from when I rammed into the tour bus door with my shoulder."

I snort. "That was hilarious, you stupid fuck."

"I thought the door was gonna be unlocked, okay? I wanted to be a kick ass... super... hero..."

She's starting to drift off again, so I grab her and push her off the bunk. She falls to the ground with a thud, scrambling up and glaring at me. Then she glances at the clock.

"Five fucking am?" She asks kind of loudly.

"Shhhh! This prank is worth it. Come on."

She groans, but trudges after me anyway. We walk to the bathroom and I open the cabinet under the sink, grabbing two bottles of black hair dye. When Hailey sees them she raises her eyebrows.

"Um, who's that for?" she asks suspiciously. I smirk.

"Pete's emo stage is gonna make a comeback."

"Oh god, your ass is gonna have more than one crack in it when this is over with." I just shrug.

"It'll be worth it."

Roughly half an hour later, after our struggling and arguing over mixing the hair dye together, we sneak back to the bunk area. Luckily, Pete is a heavy sleeper when he does happen to fall asleep, so we should be safe. For now.

He's also on his back, so getting the back of his head may be a problem. Oh well, his pillow can just be black too.

"Alright, you get the front, I'll try to reach the back. Don't wake him up, either, let him figure it out on his own." Hailey nods, and we get to work.

After we finish, I feel pretty damn accomplished. We only spilled the dye three times, which is a record. Most of it made it onto his hair.

I cackle dementedly, tip toeing back to the bathroom, Hailey right behind me. I glance into Joe's bunk, realizing he isn't in there. Shit.

"Be on the lookout, fucktard, Joe may be planning something."

"Don't call me a fucktard," she whines.

"Too bad."

When we walk in the bathroom, Joe is bending over the sink, seemingly mixing something together. When he sees us he jumps, but he realizes its us and he goes back to his work.

"Watcha doin?" I ask curiously.

"Stuff," he says stubbornly.

"No shit," Hailey says. He just grins. I peer over his shoulder, seeing green hair dye.

"Who are you making into a green Teletubby?"

"Andy."

Hailey and I glance at each other, wiggling our eyebrows. Joe rolls his eyes, ignoring us and walking out with the green shit.