The Idea Book

Prankfully

Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Picture to Burn". The song is pretty stupid, I think, but I figure it can make a fun story...Forewarning: there's some...somewhat crude language. I don't know how old you guys are...I'm pretty young, but that stuff really doesn't bother me anymore...so yeah.

Tay Blackburn is a girl with a love for pranks. Though she's already in college, she looks and acts like a high schooler. Her perpetual good mood and grin leave people sometimes envious and sometimes angry. Sometimes, her pranks are hilarious. Others can be hurtful, but Tay's sweet apologies and playful personality keep the hate at bay. However, when she plays a small prank on her boyfriend...he insults her and her hobby, then dumps her, leaving her thirsting for revenge. She starts planning to bring him down...prankfully.

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"Shut up, Melissa! I know what I'm doing, and I know what I want to do!" I hiss quietly at my best friend. Holding the plain mannequin still, I draw on the creepiest, scariest face I can. Glancing over at Melissa, I see her picking at the shocking orange male wig I picked out at the dollar store. I slap her hand away, scolding her softly. "Stop! It's going to be bald soon, if you don't stop ripping it's hair off!"

She scowls darkly at me, putting the wig down. "Whatever. I don't get why you want to

prank your boyfriend, anyway. He doesn't like your pranks. Won't he be mad?"

I wave it away. "No biggie. He'll get over it, everyone does. Besides, it's not like I'm videotaping it or anything..."

I tape a red clown nose onto the mannequin and grab the wig, arranging it nicely. Winking at Melissa, I grab a cucumber from the fridge and tiptoe from the kitchen into my bedroom, where my boyfriend sleeps, nude and completely unaware. Melissa stays in the kitchen, not really willing to see my boyfriend stark naked.

Moving the sheets aside, I put the mannequin as close to him as I can, without touching. Slowly, carefully, I twist the arms so that they drape around Justin, hugging loosely. He's a heavy sleeper though, like most healthy boys, so I'm not all that worried about him waking up.

I shove the cucumber between its thighs and close the distance between Justin's and the mannequin's legs. I nestle the cucumber underneath Justin's morning boner and cover both bodies with the blanket. Taking Justin's alarm clock, I set the alarm to a minute from now, and place it right behind his head. Smothering my giggles, I sneak over to the door and hide behind it, making I have full view of my boyfriend's face.

A tense minute passes by...BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!! BBBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Justin swats his alarm clock away, opens his eyes blearily...and screams! Shoving the mannequin face away, he must have felt the cucumber, because he starts screaming louder. He kicks repeatedly and rolls over, falling to the floor, which stifles his yells long enough for my laughter to break out.

"TAY CAMILLE BLACKBURN!"

Clamping my hand over my mouth, I watch, wide eyed, as my boyfriend stomps over to me, naked as the day he was born, angry as a bee, and red as a lobster.

Oops.

Grabbing my shoulder, he yanks me right up against him, his hand squeezing until I flinch. "What the hell was that for? What did I do to you, eh?"

I grin disarmingly, reaching up to run my fingers along his bare chest. "You know I didn't mean anything by it, sweetie. You knew it was coming, didn't you? I'm a prankster, always will be."

His eyes are still dark with fury. He squeezes harder. Yep, bruises are definitely going to show up...

"You know I hate your stupid pranks, Blackburn."

Something in his words hurts. Hurts badly. "Pranks are part of who I am. They're not stupid. I love my pranks, and you just can't have me without them. Now, let me go. You're hurting me."

He shoves me away, running a hand through his deliciously rumpled hair. He walks around the room, picking up items of clothing from last night and putting them on, his movements jerky and angry. "This is it. I'm leaving. You're a fucked up bitch who I just don't have the patience for. I can't deal with you anymore, Blackburn. Grow up, and maybe I'll take you back, kid." Pushing me out of the way, he leaves my apartment.

I clench my jaw angrily. That was a tiny prank. No one was thee to see it but me. He called my pranks stupid! How dare he! He called me a kid! We're the same fucking age! Who did this high-and-mighty bag of douche think he was? Turning around, I see Melissa staring at me, wide-eyed. "What now?" she whispers.

I stomp over to my study desk and pull out a pen and notepad. At the top, I write "Justin Ashers Pranks," and underline it. Smiling, I smirk and say, "Revenge."