My Guitar Buddy (A One Direction & Emblem3 Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

I opened my eyes to see Louis standing over me. Slowly, he placed his finger over his lips.

I nodded and sat up.

He leaned in a whispered, "Prank time."

I glanced around the bus to see Niall, Harry, Liam, and Zayn still passed out. 

"Let's do this thing," I whispered, smiling.

10 minutes later...

We were grinning at our masterpieces.

As carefully as we could, we'd sprayed Cool Whip onto the boys' faces, up their nostrils (Louis' idea) and on their hair (oh, was Zayn gonna kill us).

My idea was to do it to ourselves to eliminate the suspicion from the others when they found out.

"Good idea," Louis whispered.

So I sprayed Louis and he sprayed me.

Then we climbed back into bed and pretended to fall back asleep.

I'm gonna say about 5 minutes later I heard Louis scream. Fake, of course.

"WHAT IS THIS?" he screamed. "IT'S ALL OVER ME!!!"

I tried not to laugh by screaming as well, although mine wasn't fake. I sat up so fast I banged my head on the top bunk.

Then I glanced down at me and realized I was soaked in whipped cream (fake!) and let out an ear-piercing shriek.

Niall bolted upright, took one look at me and Louis, and then himself, and gasped. "WHO DID THIS?"

Harry and Liam and Zayn woke up as well, and everyone let out strangled gasps as they discovered their cream-covered selves.

Everyone looked warily at each other.

Niall's eyes were fixated on mine.

"What?" I asked him.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with this, would you?" Niall asked. "Only you know where my secret stash of whipped cream is."

Shit, shit, shit. "What are you talking about?" I asked right back.

Niall just eyed me suspiciously. 

Louis burst out laughing. "You should've seen your faces!"

"Yours was pretty hilarious too, Lou," Niall said. 

"Get him!" Harry screamed, tackling Louis.

"Hey, don't get me, get my partner in crime!" Louis screamed like a litte girl.

Everyone froze. "Sky?" Ashlyn asked sleepily from the top bunk.

"Hey, Ashlyn's Lou's partner!" Niall shouted.

Of course, Ashlyn had to be the only one who escaped unscathed. That would make her the main target.

When Liam jumped onto her bed, she sat upright and bonked heads with him. "Ouch, LiLi!"

"What's the meaning of this?" Liam demanded.

"Look what you did to my hair!" Zayn wailed.

"I call dibs on the shower!" I shouted, jumping from my bunk and dashing into the bathroom. I stripped my cream-sodden clothes and turned the water on.

When I got back out, I was in a towel and was accosted by 4 angry boys and one angry girl, and one boy that was looking like he'd just won the Stanley Cup.

"This was your idea?" Harry asked.

"What are you talking about?" I lied.

Niall glared at me. "You're doing laundry load today."