Set It Off

Are Mexicans Immune to Hot Sauce?

J O S H U A 

After McDonalds I dropped Kellin off at his own house and returned back to my own to try and think of a prank. I wanted to do a prank at school, since it's our last week and all. I was currently watching Tv when a blue haired girl showed up on the screen, wearing a matching blue graduating hat. I sat up on the couch and picked up my phone from the table and dialed Kellin.

"Hey Kells. You mind picking up some hair colour on your way to school tomorrow?"

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Today was a beautiful Thursday, the sun was shining, which it rarely does in Britain, and the birds were singing the song of victory. I waited patiently for Kellin to run to the gate of our high school with the blue hair colour. I smirked when I saw him running towards me with a bag containing my fine goods. 

"Josh, are you sure about this? One thing Vic really hate is when someone touches his hair" Kellin panted but gave me the bag anyways. I nodded and placed my arm around his shoulders as we began to slowly walk to the entrnace of our dear school. 

"Kellin, Kellin, Kellin, please, I know what I'm doing. So here's the plan; we all have PE the same time. What's going to happen is that you are going to pay Marcus twenty bucks and he'll convince Vic about trying this new conditioner, that is our conditioner, that contains blue haircolour. After PE we have our graduating shooting, right? Like every other year you can't wear a bun or have your hair in any sort of style that isn't down . That means that Vic's hair is going to match his lovely graduation hat and there's nothing he can do about it. The colour will eventually fade away but until then he'll be a legit smurf. " I smirked and saw how nervous Kellin was. He eventually nodded though and I knew he was in on my plan. I originally had a plan containing hot sauce and ghost pepper, but I didn't want to hurt Olivers throat and ruin his vocal chords. Also, aren't mexicans like immune to hot sauce? Shrugging away the stupidity of my thoughts I continued my walk to my first lesson with Kellin.

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Right now lunch had started. After lunch is PE. We all know what that means. Me and Kellin has to sit as calmly and normal while eating our food, like there's absolutely nothing going on. I placed my tray next to Kellin who were already seated, eating his spaghetti. I gave him a small nod, like a secret signal that the plan was so far going great. I had payed Marcus - since Kellin don't like to talk to strangers - and he had agreed on doing it. So far so great. I sat down next to Kellin and watched as a certain mexican entered. I studied his moves, just like I was a secret agent on a mission. Vic chose the spicy hot meat stew instead of chicken, I knew mexicans were immune to hot sauce. He also ran a hand through his hair, placing his lucious curls behind his shoulders so he could bend down over the food without giving his hair an unwanted food ombre.

"Stop staring at him," Kellin whispered and hit me on the shoulder. I shrugged and began eating my food too. Me and Kellin were soon joined by a tall, handsome young man, who also likes ice cream. Oliver sat down next to me, but not too close, since he knew that I wasn't going to forgive him easy. I've literally had to explain to several teachers that I fell in the bathtub, I don't even have a bathtub, and not got hit by some psycho in Oliver's meatsuit. Kellin eyed Oliver suspiciously and raised his eyebrows. 

"While you are going to play football in PE, me and this young man here are going to get ice cream." I stated and kicked Kellins leg under the table just before he opened his mouth to complain about Oliver. Kellin snorted and turned his head away from me. "But I'll see you later Kells," I smiled and stood up, leaving my tray on the table and watched as Kellin stood up too, muttering a 'whatever' and going towards where Jenna was seated. I'll just buy him one of those chocolate bars that he likes, he'll get over it. 

Me and Oliver arrived at the ice cream shop, I got my chocolate mint ice cream that Oliver payed for, and we were now seated at a small table for two near the window. I was slowly eating my ice cream, waiting for Oliver to apologies for the ugly scar I have on my upper lip from the silver ring he always wears on his middle finger. My eyebrows were raised as Oliver opened and closed his mouth. Poor thing, he probably doesn't know what apologising is.

"A simple sorry is usually a good start." I stated and ate some more ice cream.

"Look Josh, 'M sorry, okay? I don't know why I hit you. Or I kind of do know, but the thing is I'm so sorry for hurting you." 

"What's the reason huh? You don't see me going around hitting people. Actually, now when I think about it, I don't see you going around hitting people either?" Now when I think about it, I don't see Oliver doing anything except being with me or doing drugs with Matt. Does the bloke even eat? I could see Olivers mouth moving, but I didn't listen. Instead I was scanning his skinny chest and his cheekbones. Hell, does he even eat? Fuck. Oliver. 

"-I don't know how to show emotions properly. And all these fuckin' drugs Josh, they're messing with my brain and-"

"Shut up. I'll help you. We'll get you clean Oliver. But you'll have to work with me," 

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After an emotional trip to the ice cream shop, me and Oliver were now sat in a park. Mainly because he had to smoke and I didn't want to ever let him out of my sight, so I was sitting on his lap while he was trying hard not to blow the disgusting smell of smoke in my hair. I actually appreciate the effort. Olivers free hand was on my back, pushing our stomaches closer together every now and then. My head was resting on his shoulder when I got a text from Kellin saying he heard a very manly scream from a certain short person in the dressing rooms. I smiled at my text, obviously I couldn't tell Oliver about our plan, and I sure as hell wouldn't. This prank war was still on, even though I have to help Oliver with getting better. 

"I've missed this," Oliver sighed and threw away the half finished ciggarette, progress. I smiled.

"Of course you have, you love me," I teased and kissed his nose.

"Yeah, something like that,"