TEENAGE MISCHIEF (c)

[attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]Something wasn’t right.

But to be fair, nothing ever was when he was around.

Clad in his typical sleepwear (an oversized shirt and pair of boxers), Nicolas roamed the deserted halls of his dormitory, the soles of his flip flops making a faint thumping against the ground as he kept his eyes peeled for anything eye-catching or particularly out of the ordinary. For once in his eighteen years of life, the lethargic teenager wanted to get out of his room and do something, but unfortunately he had chosen to do so at the most inopportune time. It was a quarter before ten o’clock at night, making it nigh impossible for him to do anything off-campus. Hypothetically speaking, the senior could break curfew, but evading the plethora of ever alert security guards that manned each possible entrance and exit was too much of a hassle for him (to no one’s surprise). That aside, there wasn’t anything in particular he wanted to do in the city either, so any efforts to foolishly try to escape was needless.

For the time being, he would simply wander and hope that something interesting would happen.

Or if nothing did, he’d make his own fun.

What exactly this fun entailed, he wasn’t sure himself, but the senior was fairly certain that it would involve some late night mischief of some sort. Contrary to his seemingly somber appearance, Nicolas was a fairly humorous person — he loved all forms of comedy, and in particular he was a fan of slapstick humor. There was also nothing more he loved than provoking someone’s ire, so with that in mind, he began to brainstorm while pacing the halls. After passing his own door for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, a single brilliant idea — the one, as he liked to call it — came to mind, and he darted back to the confines of his room. After some rummaging, he returned to the hall with several bottles of soda, stacks of cups, and rolls of duct tape along with strips of cardboard he had cut. With a devilish grin, he set out to utterly ruin one poor soul’s night.

Needless to say, he was a dick.

After some careful deliberation, the eighteen-year-old singled out the person — or people, if the room had two occupants — who would be the target of his arguably questionable but hilarious (in his opinion, anyway) prank. Once he poured a small amount of soda in each cup, the male proceeded to layer the cups in front of the door, using the cardboard as the base for each layer and the tape as additional support until his bizarre creation was complete (click here for a visual). Once he was satisfied with the handiwork, it was time to get the ball rolling.

Taking caution, he crept over to the side of the door and gave several loud raps against the wall besides the door. As soon as he was certain that the occupant (and he was nearly certain that someone was inside given how late it was) would be able to hear the noise, Nicolas took several steps back and awaited for the person to open the door. Once the person did, the cups, all filled with soda, would come tumbling down, spilling the soda all over the floor and most likely all over the person, too.

Of course, Nicolas would help with the clean-up, but that didn’t change the fact that he was an asshole, something which he acknowledged.

“A funny asshole,” the boy mentally corrected.

No, he was just an asshole, plain and simple.

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[attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"]Kae Lunan
this is kinda long, sorry! also sry, kae bb. nicky is just an ass. rip kae.