The Asylum// A Janoskian fic

Tickles

(A/N: I love this song and I think it fits well with this chapter and the story in general)

Luke's P.O.V

       The gears in my head were cranking at full speed after I addressed Beau's injury. He continued holding his face, staring at his tray. Poor kid can't even eat now. I watched as Jai wolfed down his food, not surprising though, he hadn't eaten since we arrived here. He looked so tired... we all did. Dark bags had formed under our eyes. Bruises, bumps, and even a burn from a taser on Skip, we looked hit. Time to work my magic.

     I finished off my apple as I drifted over to James. I knew he was way too ticklish for his own good, that's why he made up some lame excuse and skipped out on the "Tickle Torture Challenge". I reached his stomach and started tickling him. James spit the milk that was in his mouth all over Beau, roaring from the sensation. His chair tipped backwards as he turned red in the face and I went down with him, continuing my "torture".

   "What the hell!?", Beau snarled, wiping the white liquid off of him and staring down at us. "Skip, hold his arms down", I called out between giggles as James attempted to pry my hands away. Skip smiled and held James's arms in place above his head. "This is for missing "Tickle Torture"", I laughed as I moved my hands to his under arms. Beau winced as he smile and Jai laughed so hard, he didn't make a sound. "Stop...St-stop", James pleaded loudly, unable to control himself. I stopped and Skip released his arms. "Woo..woo", he exhaled, trying to catch his breath.

     "Comic relief at it's finest", Jai joked in his announcer voice, gesturing to my spot next to James, "Take a bow, brother." I bowed as he, Beau, and Daniel clapped. I held my hand out to James and he gladly took it and jumped up, a large grin stretched ear-to-ear. "You ****head", he cooed through his teeth and gave me a nuggie. "Now that we've had some fun, are you guys ready to do this?", I asked, wriggling out of James's hold. "Hell, we've been read", James said proudly and the boys nodded in unison.

     We ate what we could, with the acceptation of Beau, and soon we were back in handcuffs, walking back to the cell block. Almost as if we had planned it, we each flashed a creepy grin at the guard as we stepped into the cell. One by one, each smile seemed to resemble that of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Beau's was by far the best, however. He has those piercing green eyes that could cut right through you if he wanted them to and had a drip of blood running from his mouth as he smiled. Red stained his once white teeth. A confused look danced in the eyes of the brut that tortured us the past few days. He eyed us suspiciously then left accordingly. Hey, maybe we are psychopaths after all.