~April 1st~
Oh yes, my favorite holiday. April fools. I have set up so many traps, all with a hidden camera. At the end of the day I montage it, my fans LOVE my April fools day montage, I do one every year. Right now im in my office, messing around with a art program. I hear a knock and tell them to come in, doing the best I could to hide my smile. I didn’t look to see who it was, not wanting to risk them seeing my grin. The door open, and the trap activated, making a backet full of glitter fall on the person. (the glitter, not the bucket) “Hey Bec- THE HELL” Sparkles, wait, I died laughing right there. “Im….. so…… sorry that……. Wasn’t even ment……. For you……. But, oh my god, that’s to perfect.” He looked mad, but he couldn’t hide the smile. Later, I was still playing with that art program when someone knocked on my door. “come in” I said as I continued to doodle. “Hey Rebecca, I just had a question.” Lewis said as he came in. “Whats up?” “Well, I can’t help but notice how much everyone loves Jordan, and how well she gets along with us. And I remember you telling me she was an artist, and we could use another artist…” He trailed off. “Do I need to continue?” He asked awkwardly. “First off, do you what day it is?” I asked him. “um, Tuesday?” He replied confused. “April first.” I corected. “Ohh, well I did NOT know that, would explain the woopie cushion though.” “Ok, so youre serious?” I asked in shock, and he noded. “So will you ask her?” He asked me. “You do know I’m aware of the reason youre asking me to do it.” I stated smugly. “I figured, but she shrieks so louuuud” he complained. “I’ll tell her, but if our neighbors call the cops its your fault.” I said while laughing. Lewis left, and I finished my work for the day, packed up, and went home.
“JORDAAAAAAAN!” I yelled as soon as I got inside. “Waaaaaaat.” She said from the livingroom. I walked in and made sure she was sitting down. “So, I have a surprise for you.” I said, and she her eyes widened. She went to ran, but I stoped her. “No, I mean a good one.” “What is it what is it what is it” she chanted. “Lewisaskedmetotellyouthattheyneedanotherartidtandhewantsittobeyouwillyoudoit” I said fastly in one breath. “Slow down, and repeat.” She ordered. “Leeeeeeeeewiiiiiiiiiii-” “Not THAT slow” “Lewis asked me to tell you that they need another artist and he wants it to be you will you do it?” “Not cool.” “Not kidding” “Yeah sure.” “Dead serious, I would NOT joke about this, will you do it?” Based on her scream, you wouldve thought I just stabbed her. “Soooooo, yes?” she gave me a glare that, if looks could kill, id be dead. “Fuck. Yes.”
