Willet's ABC's

N is for Not What It Looks Like

Hey I know I left the other story off on a sour note but I thought it would be better to leave it that way. I would have two VIolet redemption stories in one book. SOrry guys. One Important thing about his story though:IN THIS AU THRY ARE NOT DATING. THEY ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. Thanks for reading :)

~Sarah :)

Violet was sitting on the couch at the Robinson's house. Her and Wilbur was house sitting. But Dash and Wilbur were sitting on the floor playing video games. Violet was half watching them and half reading a book. She liked the book but with the noise the two boys were creating it was impossible to do anything. She had gotten back into the groove of reading her book but that was quickly put to an end by a whiny shout from her little brother.

"Hey! No fair! We're on the same team!" Dash cried.

"Bad luck my friend. You see. I was a double agent." Wilbur said in his snarky voice. This caused him to not be paying attention to the game. He was then killed in an explosion. "HEY!" He shouted.

Dash was then doubled over laughing. Through the chortles he choked out "that's karma for ya." Violet rolled her eyes and angrily turned the page in her book. The boys went back and forth for almost ten minutes and Violet had enough. She stood up and put a forcefield around each of them  separating the two. 

"Hey!" They both cried muffled in unison.

"Will you two please shut up!" She yells at them. "Either shut up or take it to the other side of the house. Because I don't want to hear it."

Wilbur and Dash looked at each other then back at her. She let go of the forcefields and looked at them. They got up and walked to the other side of the house. Violet sighed and flopped back down on the couch.

Wilbur and Dash were up in Wilbur's room. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Dash asked.

"That is an excellent question." Wilbur said with a mischievous smile. "I'll go grab Carl." When h came back with the bewildered robot the three got to work.

"Well. I think we both know where to go from here." Dash said. He grabbed a notepad and they planned out what they were going to do.

Unlike other people's immature simple pranks the boy's pranks were more complicated and thought out. Violet knew this. When others would put a simple bucket on the door Wilbur and Dash would put the bucket on the door and have a pie also swing down into the victims face. After that they would line the floor with banana peels. Long story short they were not just simpleton pranksters. Their pranks never went wrong. Well. Almost never.

Violet looked up at the clock. It was almost 11:30. It was time for Dash to get to bed. She walked down the hall and called for him. "Dash! It's time for bed. Dash?" She called.

She kept walking down the hall. The hall was dark and quiet. She kept walking though. "No Violet! Stop!" Called a voice. Next thing she knew she was tackled to the ground.

Wilbur and Dash were putting the prank together. They heard her call from down the hall. They ran into a closet and cracked the door so they could see. "Did you get everything set up?" Dash asked.

"Yep. I got the honey and feathers ready." Wilbur said.

"Honey?" Dash asked.

"Yea. You said something sticky. So I used honey." Wilbur told him.

"NO. She is allergic to honey!" He whisper yelled.

"Shit!" He said to himself then took off. "NO! VIOLET! STOP!" He screamed. He tackled her to the ground. She started the squirm. 

"Get off of me!" She said. Then the honey hit the wall five feet from her.

"What the hell was that?!" She asked.

"Um... Honey." Wilbur told her.

"Why?" She asked.

"We were going to try to prank you." He told her.

"What the hell is going on?" Carl asked. The two realized the position they were in. Violet was underneath him. He was straddling her hips on his knees. He was holding her wrists down with his hands. The two blushed and scrambled to get up.

"I-it's n-not what it looks like!" Wilbur cried.

"This jerk tackled me!" She said. "Now I am going to find my brother and put him to bed." She said walking away.

Carl turned to Wilbur and gave him a look. "It wasn't what it looked like!" He cried.

Carl laughed and spoke, "Sure little buddy. Sure."