So yesterday, I was walking outside and Channing had set up a prank for ice water to pour all over me. I Swore I was going to get him back.
Now I have the perfect plan.
I sent the kids to Kathryn and James after telling them my plan. Kyle gave me the idea and Kourtney was okay with it.
So, I sent Channing to get dinner and we set it up, putting one of Kyle's shirts and a pair of his jeans on the floor, and my thong.
I have one of Channing's button downs on.
I hear the front door slam.
"Hey love?" Channing calls.
"Shit!" I fake panic. "Get in the closet!"
"What?" Channing calls. "Baby?"
I start to button the button down covering my spandex with a blanket.
It looks like he just walked in on us.
Channing comes walking in.
"What are you..." he trails off as I frantically button up my shirt.
I'm recording.
"What are you doing?" he asks. "Those aren't mine!"
"Channing, I can explain-"
He yanks open the closet door.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asks. He's mad, but he looks devastated.
Kyle is in his underwear.
He roughly grabs Kyle and forcefully shoves him out the door.
I spring out of the bed, franticly buttoning up my shirt.
There's screaming and shouting and banging.
"Shit." I grab the camera. "I gotta go out there. I don't know what he's gonna do!"
I feel so upset because I know he's actually upset over this.
I button up the shirt enough to cover my boobs and rush into the living room, putting my hands on his chest, I push him away from Kyle.
"It's a joke." I say. "I'm sorry. It was just a joke."
He's breathing hard and his eyes are pitch black.
He looks down at me and my hands on his chest.
"What?" he demands.
"It's a joke."
He looks at Kyle, who is laughing his ass off silently.
Channing takes a deep breath and then he walks away from me.
He comes back with Kyle's pants.
"Get out."
Kyle doesn't even argue.
Channing's pissed.
God, I feel terrible.
I shut the camera off.
Kyle leaves, shutting the door behind him.
He turns to me, opens his mouth to stay something, and then he closes it. He shakes his head, disappointed, and he walks into our bedroom, slamming the door.
CHANNING'S POV
I'm so fucking mad right now.
Even though it was a prank, that's my fucking wife.
