All The Things I'm Losing For You (Crankiplier)

Revenge: A Dish Best Served Cold

Ethan's POV

It was the next night and Mark was out with Kendall, which really just put the icing on the cake because he never leaves the room. The plan was for me and Finley to pretend to be doing the nasty, like the people do in all those movies when they don't wanna seem like a pussy. I know it might seem weird, but its all just for laughs and a little bit of payback.

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  We had only really seen this done in movies, so we weren't quite sure if the exicution would be Grammy worthy. The plan was to have the lights off and some kind of music playing to make it really believable. We would have some clothes scattered on the floor and we would be hiding under the blankets, but get this, on Marks bed. Whilst under the blankets we were to wiggle around in such a way the bed made slight creaks. Finally we'd add a few moans n shit and voila.  My first step was to text Mark.

Me: Hey, will you text me when you're on your way home? X

Mork😎: Yeah I guess so... why?

   I don't answer.

Mork😎: Omw home! X

  I see the text but don't actually open it so he thinks I didn't see it. It took us a minute, but finally the scene was set.
   "On the bed," I order Finley.
  A few seconds later I hear the key in the door so we commence the plan.
   "Mmm, oh god Finley!" I "moan" as Mark opens the door.
  Unlike the gentleman I was, Mark turns on the light and clears his throat loudly to make his presence known. We peek our heads out and cover ourselves with the blankets even though from waist down we were perfectly modest. Mark turns the corner from the hall and gasps. His face goes from shocked to angry in a matter of seconds.
  
Mark's POV

  I am not sure why, but Ethan wanted me to text him when I was on my way home. He never told me why either, despite that, I texted him anyway. He never read it, so i'm not even sure it did him much good anyway. Little did I know everything would make sense as soon as I walked in that door. The first thing I hear is Ethan... moaning... Finley's name...? That's not right... he should be- It should be- why- I- my thoughts were not forming. I felt a strange pang in my chest and a burning in my throat. I should've left, let it be, like Ethan did yesterday. But no, something came over me. I let it be known that I was in the room. When I fully enter the room I see them... in my bed. For some reason all I wanted to do was blame Finley. He thinks he can just waltz into my room and sleep with my... roommate on my bed.
   "What the hell?" I blurt.
  I knew what I wanted to do, but only blaming Finley wasn't right. It takes two to tango.
   "How fucking inconsiderate do you have to be to fuck on your roommates bed?!"
   "Mark I-"
   "No, there is no understandable explanation!" We have a rule about this you know?"
   "Well you didn't seem to care about rules the other night," he snarks (is that even a word?!?! Help!)
   "I wasn't in your bed!"
   "You broke the rule, this is your punishment"
   "So you planned to fuck in my bed?! Thats fucked up."
   "Well, no, but it works as punishment."
  I roll my eyes in disbelief of what he was saying. He must be high off his ass or something. To be honest, it wasn't even the bed thing that I was most upset about.
   "I knew I should have never trusted you. I bet this was all your plan!" I point at Finley.
   "Well..." Finley trails off
   "Fuck you" I snap and begin to charge at him. I am stopped by Ethan jumping up from the bed and standing in between Finley and me and Finley hurriedly says:
   "Markstopitwasjustaprankbrojeez!"
  I notice Ethan is only shirtless, and his jeans are still on.
   "Jesus, why would you-"
   "I wanted to get you back, not have you beat up Finley!" Ethan states.
   "Why did you go after me? Ethan is your roommate, I didn't know which bed was yours till today!" Finley asks.
   "I don't know... probably because we have had a rough time trusting each other." I sigh running my hand through my hair.
  That last part didn't seem true, but the first part was. I didn't know why I went after Finley but I wish I knew.
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Wc: 822

  I'm not sure what time it is for you, but sorry I updated so late. I have been super stressed lately and I was on the verge of a full fleged panic attack so here I am.