"FP you have to get up. We are going to be late and JB expects us to be there." I sighed trying to wake FP up. Jellybean has had many famous ideas that contributed to Riverdale high...even if it is only her freshman year. This time she has created an arts club. They help the drama department with special affects. "I will give her money later." He mumbled and pulled the blanket over him once again.
"Forthsyne Pendelton Jones!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Fine. You won." He sighed and made his way to the shower that had to be running for at least twenty minutes by now.
I went downstairs despretly needing my morning coffee. "Morning." JB yawned and sat by the window. "are you excited for today?" I asked joining her with my coffee. "Yeah we set up a booth so people could actually get special-effects make up on themselves." She smiled into her coffee trying to hide her excitement.
"I will definitely be visiting that booth. I need to get payback on your dad considering the hassle he put me through this morning." I huffed as JB giggled. "So that's why you yelled his name. Thank God he was just being an ass." She chuckled finishing her coffee and I slapped her knee. "Language and what do you think..."
"I have slept in the room next to your for over ten years. I have bought many pairs of earphones thanks to you two." She patted my head leaving my red and embarrassed.
"Where is she going?" FP watched JB head out the door. "To the event we have to go to in about twenty minutes." I chuckled watching FP tense up at the thought of leaving. "I wish we weren't going." He sighed and sat next to me.
"Oh please, do you remember how many times we watched A Nightmare On Elm Street?"
"That was different. I got to hold you all night long." He huffed. "Well then I will hold your hand all day baby." I kissed his cheek and cleaned our cups.
"Alright you ready for this?" I asked holding up our keys. He sighed and grabbed them driving himself to his worst nightmare.
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"You guys are here. Let me give you a tour." JB smiled opening the curtain into the building. FP squeezed my hand looking around. There were masks both small and large enough to cover almost a whole body. Some display dummies were laying on tables. They had cuts and fake organs oozing out.
"I'm going to be sick." FP sighed wrapping his arm around me. "It's all fake. Are you really that scared." I chuckled. I don't think I have ever seen him so scared in public.
"This isn't funny. You are going to make this up to me." He growled and pulled me closer. "Oh knock it off." I pushed him away, but he quickly grabbed my hand.
"I'm going to make a quick stop at the bathroom." He kissed my cheek giving me room to breath for the first time. "I'll be with JB." I smiled, which turned into a smirk once I was out of his range.
"JB darling...it's time to cut me up." I winked and sat down in her chair. "You want it hidden right?"
"Anywhere he won't see it. Well until later." I shrugged and she nodded. She looked at other designs she did before and thought about it.
"I think you should do it on your stomach. I can make it look like you accidentally stabbed yourself." She smirked and I nodded. "That is perfect."
I laid down on the table and she started forming the wax into the shape of a knife wound. I was watching for FP, so he couldn't kill the surprise.
"Ok this paint may be cold." JB warned and she placed it inside the cut. I shivered as it ran over my stomach. "Ali?" FP asked standing behind the curtain.
"She went to the bathroom and then going to get water." JB smiled and he nodded leaving to find me. "Ok I'm going to hurry and then you have to find water." She chuckled finishing up her work.
"Let me just put a cover over, so it doesn't stain your shirt...and you are good to go." She smiled and cleaned up her station. "Thanks you for this. Your dads going to love it." I winked and she shook her head.
"I'm surprised you two haven't killed each other yet." She chuckled and said goodbye. I quickly found a water bottle and looked around for FP. I went back inside, but I still couldn't find him.
I felt hands grab my wait and I jumped screaming. "You asshole." I hissed and slapped his arm. "I'm sorry." He smiled trying not to laugh. I just shook it off...waiting to get my revenge at home.
"You ready?" I smiled and took his hand. He nodded and said goodbye to JB before heading home.
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"You hungry?" FP asked walking into the kitchen. "No I'm going to head up stairs." I smiled and went straight to the bathroom. I laid some fake blood out onto the counter.
JB gave me a fake knife to hold to the cut. I took my shirt off and added some blood wiping off the dried streaks. I smirked at myself one last time.
"FP!" I screeched breathing heavily. I could hear him running up the stairs leaving big thuds. "Al baby what's wrong?" I could hear the worry in his voice. "I...I." I fell down against the tub wall having onto it.
"Al...what the hell happened?" He screamed moving next to my body. "I...was....try-trying to open...t-the can." I pointed weekly to the paint can. "I would have helped. I'm going to take it out and stitch it, so I can take you to the hospital." He sighed and grabbed towels preparing my blood to squirt everywhere.
"Ok on three. One...two...three!" FP yelled using all his power to pull it out. He stumbled back against the door making it slam shut.
I busted out laughing hunching over. I looked up at his confused face. "Gotcha!" I jumped up holding a hand out for him. The tears in his eyes dried up and I could see a hint of anger.
"Why would you do something like this?" He sighed frustrated and stomped out. "FP if was a joke." I chuckled trailing him. "Well it wasn't funny!" He roared turning around to face me. I stopped backing away from him. Tears surfaced not being able to stop them.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Al...I know." He sighed and sat next to me. "I didn't think you would be mad." I sniffed regretting everything.
"Come here. We are both fine." He curled his arm around me and pulled me close. "How about you lay with me to make it up?" FP chuckled and I nodded intertwining my body with his.
We laid there in the silence calming down, staring into each other's eyes. FP's hands ran through my hair. Are foreheads we touching and nothing could be more perfect. I closed my eyes feeling the need to sneeze. I tried to back away, but FP pulled me closer. I sneezed loudly into the pillows making FP jump and fall off the bed.
I busted out with laughter looking at him in the ground. "That was not funny." He chuckled climbing back into bed. "I think that was hilarious." I laughed and snuggled back into him. "Ok. That one may have been a little funny." He kissed my head laughing at ourselves.
