The Mating Games

chapter 4- I can make friends

"Hey buddy, how are you doing," I babied at Greyson. He had been holed up in the infirmary all afternoon and being the big sook he was, had demanded all kinds of weird items. Like the first season of toddlers and tiaras, a Mandolin and three and a half bananas; there was no stopping that boy. He played with the piercing above his eye, rubbing it down methodically.

"Shut up, I'm hurt," he whined, pouting his thin lips. Oh that boy; I sat down in the chair beside his bed, picking up a weird looking guitar thing and raising a questioning eyebrow.

"What the fuck is this?" Greyson, so shocked by my question, fake grabbed at his heart;

"What do you mean? It's a mandolin. It's an Italian instrument more commonly played during the 1800's. Duhhh," well alright then.

"So, that doesn't explain why you have a Manndo- whatever it was. I thought you were hurt?" he shook his head.

"I am but since I'm bed ridden, I thought I might as well try to learn an instrument. It's not going so well," he replied, gently plucking at the strings, "I don't think I'm cut out for music; I might just stick to sports and winning over the ladies," he grinned.

"Ha, well good luck with that then. I'll leave you to it; I promised April we'd go do something together. I only came to see if you wanted to come, but I know now that you're too hurt to join, so, bye," I waved at him, slowly moving towards the door.

"Wait! I want to come, pleeaaase," he begged, already up and pulling on his shirt. I relented, opening the door wide enough for him to leave, and we were on our way. April had practically begged me to join her on her mission to prank Blake, and who better the person to help us, than his best friend.

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"Okay, this is what I want to do," April had dragged us into a secluded corner of the house, whispering her devious plan, "we need to sneak into his room- this is where you come in Greyson- and replace all his shampoo with the pink dye. Are you ready team?" she thrust her hand into the middle and gave us a questioning look; I laughed quietly to myself and placed my hand on top of hers, Greyson followed suit, "Let's do this!"

It was late in the afternoon; the sun was still high in the sky, beaming down and casting the fish bowl that was our camp, into an ethereal glow. A bunch of the guys, Blake included, had been outside playing soccer; this was the perfect opportunity to get into his room without anyone noticing. I had never been on this side of the house; it had a very homely feel, with dark wood floors and pictures of the pack plastered over the entire wall. We walked past door after door until we reached the end of the hall way,

"This is my room, and the one opposite is Blake's," he directed. It wasn't hard getting in, Blake had left the door unlocked; his room wasn't anything like I imagined. It was large and spacious, a queen sized bed pushed in the corner and a desk opposite, in front of the window. A small pile of clothes sat idly in a corner and the closet seemed to be bursting from the seams with clothes, but other than that, it was tidy. Not really what I expected from Blake. April made a bee line to the laptop sitting on Blake's desk; pushing aside some stray papers, she lifted it and wiggled off one of the feet.

"Hah, now it's going to be wobbly and he won't understand why. Muwhaha," she chuckled evilly. After pocketing the foot, she walked over to the bathroom, dye in hand; it didn't take long to empty the bottle and soon we were heading for the door. The door shut with a soft click; mission accomplished-

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Blake called from down the hall.

"Run," April screamed and took off at the speed of light. Greyson and I followed after her, with a confused Blake trying to catch up,