I saw the guys shake their heads as we ate. Although Jon just ate, nothing bugs Jon. That's what I like about him. I scarfed down my breakfast and saw Brendon did the same. Holly and Ryan were too busy looking at eachother from behind their apple juice to eat, and when one caught the other looking they'd giggle.
"So what are we gonna do to get back at these guys?" Spencer asked.
"I say...-"
"Jon if you say do their moms..." Bren warned.
He looked back down at his plate. "Just an idea."
I laughed. "Well... Jack is our real worry. He's the..."
"He's the crazy one." Holly said.
"Exactly. I think Holly would be more of a help than me on this one." I said.
"Holly, what do you think we should do?" Spencer asked.
"Well... We outnumber them... We-"
"I GOT IT!" I yelled standing up on the seat in our booth.
"What?"
"They're gonna play a small concert at lunch on Monday right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well they don't set up their own equipment. We can screw with their stuff."
"How will we replace their usual staff?" Ryan asked.
"We-"
"We can say that they told us do it instead." Holly said.
"Exactly."
"So how will we mess up the equipment?"
"We can grease Rian's seat, butter Alex's mic, clip a string on Zack's bass, and... Hmm how the hell do you embarass the guy who can't feel it?!"
"Hmm... I got it." Holly said.
"What?" we all asked.
"Well... We can kidnap him before the show and hold him hostage! They can't play without they're lead guitarist."
"That's even better than what I thought of!" I laughed. "How do we kidnap him..."
"Well..."
Holly and I paused for a minute then it hit us.
"Burritos!" we said together.
The guys just looked at us.
"Bren, Spencer, Ry, and Jon can hide in the back of the van. Holly and I can lure him in. And he's ours."
"Okay but can we grease up their equipment? That sounds fun too." Brendon laughed.
"Yeah, they egged Mona. Its just not right." Spencer said.
"If I knew it was coming I so would've taken it for you." Jon said.
"Jon you would've eaten it." Ryan laughed. I guess all good things come to an end. My phone is ringing and it's mom.
"Guys shhhh its my mom and she doesn't knkw where I am."
Everyone got quiet.
"What?" I asked with ice in my voice.
"Mona where are you?! Your father and I are worried sick!"
"Yeah you weren't worried when we hit me were you..."
"Mona Lisa Ashford."
"That's my name don't wear it out."
"Please come home!" she begged.