She's The Man [5SOS]

27: Team ponycorns 4 lyfe

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- Justin -

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"So we're pranking Styles first?" Calum confirmed.

"Yup. We're getting him good." Michael nods toughly, probably because his hair was dyed an unwanted color.

"What should we do?" Ashton asks. "Did you know that they made me cry?" He tells me as I laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, Luke told me." I smirked.

"I TOLD YOU TO NEVER SPEAK OF IT" Ashton tells Luke, as he just shrugged.

I smiled. "That's okay! It's okay." I patted him on the head.

And that was when I mentally asked myself.

Did Jennie know about Ashton crying?

I'd have to tell her soon. But since it's expected Ashton would act all 'tough guy' around his own girlfriend, I'm sure he didn't even mention that he was ridiculed by the One Direction lads and cried.

"We should harness Harry and laugh at him.'' Ashton suggested as I laughed.

"Nice one, but we should do something.. Different." I had this thinking look on my face as I leaned on the counter, my legs brushing Luke's.

"Heeey, what about we dump him into a river!" Michael grinned, as we all laughed.

"We'd murder him." Calum chuckled.

"How about.." My voice trail.

They all stared at me, as this little and invisible light bulb dinged at the top of my head.

"We should straighten his hair!" I say, them looking at me questioningly.

Don't tell me they don't know what a hair straightener is..

"With a flat iron? Like.. The one that the chicks use?" I shrugged, as they nodded.

"Ohh, I know what you're saying! Yeah. That would be funny." Ashton smirked.

"Well then what are we waiting for? Next stop, we go for it.. If he's asleep, or when he's asleep."

"Well none of us own one of those girl hair styling things." Michael chuckled.

"Lou might have one. She's a stylist after all." Luke shrugs, checking his phone.

Is it bad that I'm curious on what he's checking on? Urgh.

"Good idea. We'll do that then! Yes, I'm so excited ugh." Calum jumped in his seat.

Well let's just say, whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right?

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"Shh. Stay here, okay?" I hushed the four boys who were whispering and laughing constantly.