OP - Six

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I'm pretty sure Blake hates me at the moment.

No exaggeration, he literally won't talk to me. It's sad, really. I mean, what about PUP?

But anyways, operation PUP was still alive! I convinced Blake to do it with me, telling him that I still had to help him have the best night of his life. So, here we are, in the grocery store, buying toilet paper.

What for, you probably don't ask? Well, we are going to TP houses of course! But, only the ones we know. Like Ess, some of the football team, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to trick Blake into TP-ing his own house.

"Is that all I can do for you today?" The guy at the check out lane, we'll call him Val, asks looking at me and only me. Well, okay then.

"No, that's all. Thank you, though," I answer politely.

He hands me the bag and recept. "Have a nice night." Val winks.

"You too, Val!" He looks confused for a moment, but I just walk away, Blake following me. "So how much did you pay for this anyways?" I ask Blake, looking at the recept.

The first thing I notice is Call me, xxx-xxx-xxxx. I roll my eyes. Did he really?

"Ahh, you paid 1 dollar plus tax. Cheap toilet paper." I say, half to myself and half to him. Then I walk to the trash can, turning to look at the guy as I crush his dreams. His perverted dreams.

Just kidding! I actually just looked him dead in the eye, ripped the recept in half and dropped it in the trash can.

I guess I did destroy his dreams of hooking up with me. He did send me an oh-so-vicious glare after. I just smiled and waved.

Blake noticed and chuckled, probably figuring it out. We leave and I give Blake our first address. Ess's house.

We get out and I whisper the big plan to Blake. "Here's what's going to happen. Ess's parents will already be asleep, they are old, and Ess is probably out with lover boy. Soooo, we will just have to be quiet. When you see the head lights of a car, you hide behind something, or drop flat to the ground, hoping they can't and didn't see you. Got it?"

Blake nods and I nod back. We open the package of six toilet paper rolls and each grab one. "Let's move," I whisper for dramatic effect.

We start going and because they don't have a fence, I knew I could get to the back yard. So I unrolled the toilet paper a bit, before flipping it where the paper comes out at the bottom. Then, I chucked it over the house.

Just as I was hoping it would, the roll unrolled and a single line of toilet paper streaked the roof. "Good idea," Blake tells me before doing the same.

We run to the backyard, throwing the rolls back over the house to the front yard. We did this a couple of times before I wrapped a tree and Blake wrapped another. Then, I spelled out Poop! and we left, but not before taking a second to look at our very well done masterpiece.

We moved on to the next house, this one Collin's. Pretty soon, we had done Ess, Collin, Jake, and Greg's house. We got more toilet paper at a dollar store near by, because we had ran out before Greg's house, using two rolls at each place. I told Blake I wanted to drive, and he let me. I drove to his house without him realizing it was his. If he did realize, I had a plan.

We got a roll each and turned to face the house. Blake's face lit up in recognition. I pouted to myself. He figured it out. "We are not TP-ing my house."

I shook my head, "we have to. People know we were together and if both of our houses are fine, they will know it was us. We only need to do one of our houses and my parents usually stay up late. That leaves your house."

Blake sighs, and I know that I've got him. "Fine."

I smirk and we TP his house with the remaining toilet paper. It was great.

A/N

Sorry it's short! I'll do a double update soon or whatever you'd like.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 24, 2016 ⏰

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