April Fools

The set up

Keefe closed his locker door. He had almost finished setting up his prank. All that was left was to add the paint bombs to the vents above the cafeteria.

He started to make his way over to the cafeteria, balancing a bulging bag of paint bombs in his arms.

Tam was right, it was a touch too yellow, but it was such a small difference that Keefe had to roll his eyes at the drama show Bangs Boy had made of it.

Like geez. When students were going to be pelted with paint bombs, he was sure their first thoughts were going to be:

"Heeeey. The paint that's currently being splashed in my face is a shade darker then the paint I expected to splash me in the face! Who authorised this!"

Yeah. Totally gonna happen.

Keefe snorted and nearly missed a right turn. 

A quiet click clack sounded through the hallways, and sounded like someone was trying to be quiet and failing miserably. He stopped. 

Was someone else here? That couldn't be right, Keefe has triple checked the janitor schedule and no one was supposed to be cleaning at two in the morning. (If they were, the lost cities seriously needed to evaluate their labor laws) 

He listened intently but he couldn't hear any more footprints. He shrugged. It was probably nothing.

Still he tried to run a bit faster and quieter on his way to the cafeteria. 

Finally, he saw the sign outside the Cafeteria.

He pushed open the metal doors and entered the room. he felt around the darkness for a moment until he found the light switch. The neon bright lights slowly flickered on and the light beamed off the glass tables and burned his eyes. Wonderful lighting placement. 

Keefe made his way behind the food serving area and bent down.

Gross. There was an insane amount of gum stuck under the table. Pink, blue, green, purple...there was purple gum? Hm. Keefe needed to try it sometimes. Not that the piece stuck under the table looked particularly appetizing.

Keefe shook himself out of his thoughts and started to sort his paint bombs into the shelves built into the table.

He had just about finished placing them when he got tackled by a relatively-small-sized thing.

Keefe and the thing fell backwards together onto the floor.

"WHAT THE-" The thing clamped its hand over Keefe's mouth to stop him from screaming out.

"Shhh." The thing said, "Dude. It's me, Tam."

Keefe looked back at Tam.

Ugh.

Him.

Keefe pushed Tam off him and turned away.

Tam sighed. "Look Keefe, I'm sorry but now is so not the time."

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Suuuuure. Then again is there really a right time to apologize for being an over-sensitive JERK?!"

"We need to get out of here," Tam tried to pull Keefe up with him but it was no use. "Sophie said that the council knows you're here and that they want to catch you and expell you and we have to leave now!" Tam said without pausing for a breath.

Keefe gave him a look. "Reeeeally." 

"Yes!" 

"yeah, well, you can go do that or whatever, but I am finishing my paint bombs, and you can't stop me." He resisted adding an insult at the end of his sentence. He paused. Screw it, life is short, insult your enemies while you still can. "Jerkface." 

"Keefe, I'm NOT joking, you might get sent to Exillium, and-"

"MR.SONG?" A sound assertive voice echoed off the walls of the cafeteria.

Keefe stiffened, still sulking under the table.

Tam was in full view, and the overly bright cafeteria lights shone on him like a spotlight. 

"Um...hi?" Tam said.

Tam looked up from Keefe to see Councillor Alina staring at him, eyebrows raised. "MR. SONG! What do you think you are doing here! Foxfire is closed!"

"Well, um," Tam started but Alina cut him off.

"And the night before april fools day!" She said, sounding horrified. "This is not a good looking situation for you!"

Tam froze. What could he do? There was no way to explain himself. he looked insanely guilty.  Tam looked back at Keefe, still under the table.

 Keefe started to get up, but Tam awkwardly pushed him down with his foot. 

Tam gave him an expression that he hoped conveyed his message of "do NOT get up, or else." 

Tam sighed.

He stepped around the counter

He quickly made eye contact with Keefe who looked about to protest, and gave his head a small shake.

Then Tam looked up at Alina and walked over to her.

"Well?" Councillier Alina said expectantly, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Councillier," Alina frowned at the name, "I did sneak into school. I wanted to outdo Keefe and his epic pranks, so I convinced him not to do April Fools this year. I made a plan to prank the school, but everything went wrong and I never even had the chance to set up my pranks. I'm very sorry." He did not look very sorry.

Alina could see that. "Very well. Immediate expulsion, of course, and I will contact the council to see what to do with you." She gave Tam a disgusted look. "I knew only a twin could cause such trouble. Follow me to the detention room, we will wait there until the council arrives."

Tam begrudgingly followed her out the cafeteria door, not daring to risk a glance back at Keefe. 

Note: Sigh. Twelve chapters in, and I finally remembered that paint bombs, and in fact called splotchers.  Sorry about that.