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It Was Over
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~Three Months Later~
Mel's P.O.V.
It was over. After months of preparing and filming and sitting in hair and make-up and waiting for my costume...it was over. And I couldn't have been more disappointed. I had, had so much fun doing the movie. I'd made so many new friends, and found my dad, and got him as a future step-dad, and found out I'm having younger siblings! Wow. I'd accomplished a lot in a small space of time. POINT TO MEL!
Oh, yeah. Younger siblings. Plural. As in two. Mom was having twins. One boy, one girl. When we discovered that, I could have screamed my head off. I didn't, though, because my body fell into a state of shock and depression. One was bad enough, but TWO-When the babies come, all the attention will be on them. I'm still a child. I need attention to feed off. I need to be in the middle of everything. But those stupid babies will ruin it all. Now there's one for mom and one for Ryan. Leaving no spare time off either of them for me.
~Flashback~
The three of us were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. It smelled like a dentist. I hate the dentist. He’s just some psycho who always pokes and prods your mouth with sharp objects. I guess a doctor is kinda the same; he pokes and prods your body, though. It'd be weird if he started poking and prodding your teeth...
Mom was reading one of those mother and baby magazines they leave out for the depressed. I hate waiting in the hospital for anything. And I had waited in the hospital plenty of times. It's creepy. There's a load of strange noises and strange smells and strange people to look at. It's all so strange. I hate it. I didn't even see the point of me going. It was mom's first appointment. Mom and Ryan wanted to know why mom had started showing so early, why she was as big as she was and if they were having a boy or a girl. And I think you need to have a scan every so often...Hey, I'm no baby expert!
"Amanda McKenna?" The three of us looked up at the same time. There was a young nurse standing there with a clip board, checking over the paper that was attached to it, not even looking at us. Mom slowly rose from her seat, with Ryan carefully holding out his arms. She just waved them away. I laughed at Ryan's pathetic attempt to help mom again. She ever accepted help from him. Or anyone else.
"It's just hormones." He insisted.
"Yeah, hormones." I snickered, trailing after mom.
When I arrived in the room, mom was already lying on the bed thing and talking to the doctor who was sitting behind a white screen thing.
"And how far along are you?" I heard the nurse ask.
"Sixteen weeks." Mom told her. I could see the doctors face turn into a slight frown. She too found it weird that mom was bigger than she should have been. Or maybe her face just looked like that.
I took a seat beside mom on one of the plastic chairs, swinging my legs like the child I was. Ryan sat in the one beside me and I could see mom taking hold of his hand out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to hold mom’s hand because I knew her better than Ryan did. And I was also very scared that some psycho was going to jump out and start prodding my teeth with sharp objects.
"So, do you reckon it's a sumo wrestler baby?" I asked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. "'Cause that's my idea of why mom's so big. Sumo wrestlers are HUGE!" The doctor laughed at me and I could even see mom smiling a little.
"Well, why don't we take a look?" She replied.
Mom lifted up her top and I the baby bump seemed to grow extra large. The doctor put some funny looking goo on her. It looked like that stuff that's inside alien eggs. That only made me start to internally panic more...But I stayed calm. I put attention towards the screen and waited for the sumo wrestler baby to make an appearance. I was concentrating so hard that I almost didn't hear Ryan say, "I'm scared."
Almost.
I knew he was scared if in case there was something wrong with the baby, but he's supposed to be a man! Men aren't supposed to admit to being scared. Men are much wimps, it sickens me.
The doctor was smiling at the screen. I couldn't tell why, it was all so blurry to me. Just one big white blob with smaller white blobs inside a giant grey blob.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked.
"Mel!" My mother snapped. I guess it did come out a bit rudely when I think about it. But I was sort of preoccupied to watch my manners.
"Sorry." I apologized half-heartily, but the blurriness of the screen was mesmerizing.
"Well, I think I know why you're so big." The doctor said. I moved closer to the screen so I could get a better view, leaning over mom on the bed. "Look, there's two sets of legs and two sets of arms and two heads."
"OH MY GOD! It's not a sumo wrestler, it's a mutant!" I cried. The doctor laughed at me some more, but didn't turn away form the screen. She was doing some clicking and dragging and some stuff so we could see it better. Okay, mom could see it better. Still looked like a blob to me.
"Congrats." She said, turning to mom and Ryan. "You're expecting twins." A massive smile spread from one ear to the other on moms face. And I did feel a slight warmth inside me. It seemed like forever since I had seen mom happy. Ryan, on the other hand, looked like he was going to faint. I silently laughed at him. His face was blank and staring at the screen as if he couldn't believe it. He probably didn't.
"Would you like to now the sexes?" The doctor asked.
"Ryan?" Mom turned to her weirdo fiancée. She wanted to know, but wasn't sure if Ryan did. Lucky for her, he nodded is head. "Yes, please." It sounded like a squeak and I was sure mom thought I'd kicked him between the legs. I wish I had. That way there would be no more surprise siblings.
"One girl, one boy." The doctor smiled.
"NOOO!" I cried, slamming my head on the bed beside mom's legs. I felt someone patting my head, I guessed it was mom, but when I looked up, it was Ryan. He was smirking at me with evil written in his eyes. I knew he had planned this.
~Flashback Over~
And, do you want to know what the worst part is? They won't let me name either of them. I mean, come on, Devil child is perfect for my baby brother!
Anyway, I have at least one thing to look forward to now. The premiere of 'Destiny'. Mom didn't want to let me go, but Ryan insisted on taking me. He said that it was a 'once in a life time experience' and I had never done it before. Mom didn't want to go. She said she looked fat and no dress was going to change that. I wasn't gonna be the one to tell her it was true.
At least I had another thing to look forward to, too...
Eleven-years-old. I was eleven-years-old at last. Being eleven meant you had more power than when you were ten. You could be trusted me. I could trusted more. Maybe mom would finally let me get a dog!
"No, Mel!" She snapped. "I have told you before; NO DOG!"
Sucky hormones...Sucky mom...Sucky babies making mom have sucky hormones that made her sucky...
For an eleventh birthday treat, Ryan took me shopping. Shopping? Me? Ryan? I know. But, it was mom's idea. She wanted to go baby shopping with Hazel that day. Obviously the babies were already more important than me. So, Ryan got to take me shopping for a new outfit for the premiere of 'Destiny'. He was gonna pay for it, too.
At the mall Ryan took me straight to this really, really, really expensive shop. It was super fancy and posh and I had never set foot in it before. I could instantly tell it was where all the snobby rich people came to shop for their casual clothes. Maybe that was why I hadn't been there before. I needed a dress for a simple world-wide premiere. It seemed like the right place.
"Monsieur Ryan." I woman's voice called out. The old woman from behind the desk had spotted us and was making our way towards us. She was waddling some sort of penguin walk. I had to hide my laughter with my hand. "My, my, you do not need another tuxedo, no?" Her accent was seriously French and I was struggling to understand it.
"No, no." Ryan pulled me forward, almost tripping over my feet, and rested his hands on my shoulders. "My little girl needs a dress."
"Your little girl?" The woman seemed shocked. "La fin du monde est proche! Ryan Ross has a little girl." I didn't know what she said, but I don't think I want to know. I was not Ryan's little girl.
"Very funny, mon chere." The only thing I could think of was, 'Since when does Ryan speak French?'
"Come along, little girl." I didn't like this woman. She was old and had an ugly face that was plastered in make-up. I mean, not even Megan wore that much on her face! She was literally glowing under the neon white lights that made me think it was about to start snowing in August at any moment!
Ryan gave me a push forward and I reluctantly followed the woman to the back of the store. Everything was so elegant looking. UGH! I was gonna be made into a barbie doll, I could just see it coming.
"Sit, I'll be right back." I took a seat on a stool and I could see Ryan trying on different pairs of sunglasses in front on the mirror. How many pairs does one man need? "Here!" The woman thrust ten black dresses into my arms and gave me a shove into the changing room.
I took a look through all of them. Ew. Ew. Ew. Super EW! All of the dresses were black with sparkles or glitter or sequins, and all I wanted to do was burn them. Too bad I hadn't found a way to sneak Ryan's lighter away from him yet.
"Hurry up, little girl." I heard the woman say, though she may have said 'Harry up, little Earl.' Her accent was just too hard to decipher for me.
"Excuse me, miss." I said, trying to be nice. "I don't like these dresses, or any dresses for that matter." I poked my head around the curtain and the oldie looked like she was going burst.
"Little girl, the only clothes in this shop that are not dresses are the mens suits. So, I suggest you hush up and try on the dresses I have given you!" Then I was ready to burst. I slapped my self across the cheek and screamed out in pain.
"DADDY!" I cried, running to Ryan on the other side of the shop. I jumped into his arms and he scooped me up onto his hip as if I was a small child.
"Mel, what's wrong?" He asked.
"That lady hit me." I sniffled. My acting skills were just too good to tell they were fake. "I told her I didn't like the dress and she-She-SHE HIT ME!" I bawled even louder, pushing my face into Ryan's shoulder for added effect and good measure.
"I did no such thing!" The woman yelled out, stomping her way over to me and Ryan. "I would never hit a child!" Lucky for me, my cheek was starting to burn red by then. Oh, I was too good.
"Yeah, it looks like it." Ryan spat at her. He dropped me on the floor and led me out of the store, holding onto my hand. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her, making sure Ryan didn't see. I mouthed 'Au revoir,' which I know to mean goodbye in French, and turned back to Ryan, still sniffling slightly. I told him I didn't want to wear a dress and he understood. He told me I only had to tell him and we would have gone and gotten me some rocking clothes instead of a dress that made me wanna puke.
So, Ryan took me to this awesome shop. Yet again, an expensive one. He was all for flaunting his cash about. He bought me a wickedly cool black t-shirt that was covered in multi-colored stars. I got a jean jacket and a bunch of pins to attach to it. Ryan then bought me a pair of plain black skinny jeans, even though I told him I had about three pair already, he said he wanted to spoil me for my birthday. It was to make up for all the birthdays he'd missed out on. And, hey, I wasn't complaining. To finish off my outfit, he got me custom made high-tops. They were rainbow ones to match my starry t-shirt. I was in love...with my new wardrobe.
Then, for an extra special treat, Ryan took me to this guy-I never realized how pervy that sounded until I said it aloud...Anyway, this guy specializes in getting DVD's, CD's and games before they release in the stores. So, Ryan, knowing how much I loved my PS3 and Xbox and all kinds of violence and death, got me the new Call of Duty AND Modern Warfare. They had both only been through testing the day before. I was amazed. They weren't gonna be on shelves for another six months!
I gave Ryan a hug. An actual hug. It was the first real hug I'd given him. He was a shocked as I was. All I could do was thank him over and over again. I know that I had started out as a big Ryan Ross fan, but discovering him to be my father had pushed that idea out of the window for me. However, because he was my father, I did still love him. And he did spoil me rotten for my birthday!
Just before we got back to car, mom called us. She needed the two of us to go to the Walmart to pick her up some medication stuff the doctor told her was good for the pain she was having. I tried telling her the babies weren't worth the pain, but she managed to counter me by saying that I had given her more pain. And when I tried to sell my adorableness to her, she didn't buy it.
I hated going to Walmart. Well, shopping in general was, and still is, super boring. I've always hated it. I'm not a normal girl, I get it. Most people look at me weird when I start moaning and groaning about shopping.
So, Ryan and I drove over to Walmart because there was no way I could get out of it. He sped off towards the aisle where all the medication and junk was, and I had to admire his speediness. I don't think he wanted to be there, either. I walked around a bit, trying to decided how to have fun.
I was having a hard time thinking of a prank because I could see no people around. The whole place was eerily deserted. In the end, I decided to give up and go find Ryan. When I found him, he was in a little pharmacy section of the store, trying to remember what mom had asked him for. Lucky for me there was a young couple also in that aisle. I instantly knew how to have some fun.
The guy, who only looked about eighteen, was pushing a shopping cart around, looking as bored as me. His girlfriend was searching the shelves for something. I pretended to be looking at whatever was in front of me, but I was waiting for the boy to push the cart close enough.
The plan worked well for me because the girl even called her boyfriend over to her, leaving the cart unattended. I quickly brushed the whole shelf of condoms into the cart and skipped happily over to Ryan. He had finally remembered what mom had asked for.
As we were walking out the door I could hear the girl screaming, "AND WHAT DID YOU FUCKING THINK WE WERE GOING TO BE DOING TONIGHT?"
"Babe-"
"NO!" I looked over my shoulder to see the girl storming her way towards the exit and her boyfriend trailing after her, apologizing for his 'mistake'. The only thing I could do was laugh and I even saw Ryan give a slight smile. Man, it felt good to prank people.
Mel's P.O.V.
It was over. After months of preparing and filming and sitting in hair and make-up and waiting for my costume...it was over. And I couldn't have been more disappointed. I had, had so much fun doing the movie. I'd made so many new friends, and found my dad, and got him as a future step-dad, and found out I'm having younger siblings! Wow. I'd accomplished a lot in a small space of time. POINT TO MEL!
Oh, yeah. Younger siblings. Plural. As in two. Mom was having twins. One boy, one girl. When we discovered that, I could have screamed my head off. I didn't, though, because my body fell into a state of shock and depression. One was bad enough, but TWO-When the babies come, all the attention will be on them. I'm still a child. I need attention to feed off. I need to be in the middle of everything. But those stupid babies will ruin it all. Now there's one for mom and one for Ryan. Leaving no spare time off either of them for me.
~Flashback~
The three of us were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. It smelled like a dentist. I hate the dentist. He’s just some psycho who always pokes and prods your mouth with sharp objects. I guess a doctor is kinda the same; he pokes and prods your body, though. It'd be weird if he started poking and prodding your teeth...
Mom was reading one of those mother and baby magazines they leave out for the depressed. I hate waiting in the hospital for anything. And I had waited in the hospital plenty of times. It's creepy. There's a load of strange noises and strange smells and strange people to look at. It's all so strange. I hate it. I didn't even see the point of me going. It was mom's first appointment. Mom and Ryan wanted to know why mom had started showing so early, why she was as big as she was and if they were having a boy or a girl. And I think you need to have a scan every so often...Hey, I'm no baby expert!
"Amanda McKenna?" The three of us looked up at the same time. There was a young nurse standing there with a clip board, checking over the paper that was attached to it, not even looking at us. Mom slowly rose from her seat, with Ryan carefully holding out his arms. She just waved them away. I laughed at Ryan's pathetic attempt to help mom again. She ever accepted help from him. Or anyone else.
"It's just hormones." He insisted.
"Yeah, hormones." I snickered, trailing after mom.
When I arrived in the room, mom was already lying on the bed thing and talking to the doctor who was sitting behind a white screen thing.
"And how far along are you?" I heard the nurse ask.
"Sixteen weeks." Mom told her. I could see the doctors face turn into a slight frown. She too found it weird that mom was bigger than she should have been. Or maybe her face just looked like that.
I took a seat beside mom on one of the plastic chairs, swinging my legs like the child I was. Ryan sat in the one beside me and I could see mom taking hold of his hand out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to hold mom’s hand because I knew her better than Ryan did. And I was also very scared that some psycho was going to jump out and start prodding my teeth with sharp objects.
"So, do you reckon it's a sumo wrestler baby?" I asked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. "'Cause that's my idea of why mom's so big. Sumo wrestlers are HUGE!" The doctor laughed at me and I could even see mom smiling a little.
"Well, why don't we take a look?" She replied.
Mom lifted up her top and I the baby bump seemed to grow extra large. The doctor put some funny looking goo on her. It looked like that stuff that's inside alien eggs. That only made me start to internally panic more...But I stayed calm. I put attention towards the screen and waited for the sumo wrestler baby to make an appearance. I was concentrating so hard that I almost didn't hear Ryan say, "I'm scared."
Almost.
I knew he was scared if in case there was something wrong with the baby, but he's supposed to be a man! Men aren't supposed to admit to being scared. Men are much wimps, it sickens me.
The doctor was smiling at the screen. I couldn't tell why, it was all so blurry to me. Just one big white blob with smaller white blobs inside a giant grey blob.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked.
"Mel!" My mother snapped. I guess it did come out a bit rudely when I think about it. But I was sort of preoccupied to watch my manners.
"Sorry." I apologized half-heartily, but the blurriness of the screen was mesmerizing.
"Well, I think I know why you're so big." The doctor said. I moved closer to the screen so I could get a better view, leaning over mom on the bed. "Look, there's two sets of legs and two sets of arms and two heads."
"OH MY GOD! It's not a sumo wrestler, it's a mutant!" I cried. The doctor laughed at me some more, but didn't turn away form the screen. She was doing some clicking and dragging and some stuff so we could see it better. Okay, mom could see it better. Still looked like a blob to me.
"Congrats." She said, turning to mom and Ryan. "You're expecting twins." A massive smile spread from one ear to the other on moms face. And I did feel a slight warmth inside me. It seemed like forever since I had seen mom happy. Ryan, on the other hand, looked like he was going to faint. I silently laughed at him. His face was blank and staring at the screen as if he couldn't believe it. He probably didn't.
"Would you like to now the sexes?" The doctor asked.
"Ryan?" Mom turned to her weirdo fiancée. She wanted to know, but wasn't sure if Ryan did. Lucky for her, he nodded is head. "Yes, please." It sounded like a squeak and I was sure mom thought I'd kicked him between the legs. I wish I had. That way there would be no more surprise siblings.
"One girl, one boy." The doctor smiled.
"NOOO!" I cried, slamming my head on the bed beside mom's legs. I felt someone patting my head, I guessed it was mom, but when I looked up, it was Ryan. He was smirking at me with evil written in his eyes. I knew he had planned this.
~Flashback Over~
And, do you want to know what the worst part is? They won't let me name either of them. I mean, come on, Devil child is perfect for my baby brother!
Anyway, I have at least one thing to look forward to now. The premiere of 'Destiny'. Mom didn't want to let me go, but Ryan insisted on taking me. He said that it was a 'once in a life time experience' and I had never done it before. Mom didn't want to go. She said she looked fat and no dress was going to change that. I wasn't gonna be the one to tell her it was true.
At least I had another thing to look forward to, too...
Eleven-years-old. I was eleven-years-old at last. Being eleven meant you had more power than when you were ten. You could be trusted me. I could trusted more. Maybe mom would finally let me get a dog!
"No, Mel!" She snapped. "I have told you before; NO DOG!"
Sucky hormones...Sucky mom...Sucky babies making mom have sucky hormones that made her sucky...
For an eleventh birthday treat, Ryan took me shopping. Shopping? Me? Ryan? I know. But, it was mom's idea. She wanted to go baby shopping with Hazel that day. Obviously the babies were already more important than me. So, Ryan got to take me shopping for a new outfit for the premiere of 'Destiny'. He was gonna pay for it, too.
At the mall Ryan took me straight to this really, really, really expensive shop. It was super fancy and posh and I had never set foot in it before. I could instantly tell it was where all the snobby rich people came to shop for their casual clothes. Maybe that was why I hadn't been there before. I needed a dress for a simple world-wide premiere. It seemed like the right place.
"Monsieur Ryan." I woman's voice called out. The old woman from behind the desk had spotted us and was making our way towards us. She was waddling some sort of penguin walk. I had to hide my laughter with my hand. "My, my, you do not need another tuxedo, no?" Her accent was seriously French and I was struggling to understand it.
"No, no." Ryan pulled me forward, almost tripping over my feet, and rested his hands on my shoulders. "My little girl needs a dress."
"Your little girl?" The woman seemed shocked. "La fin du monde est proche! Ryan Ross has a little girl." I didn't know what she said, but I don't think I want to know. I was not Ryan's little girl.
"Very funny, mon chere." The only thing I could think of was, 'Since when does Ryan speak French?'
"Come along, little girl." I didn't like this woman. She was old and had an ugly face that was plastered in make-up. I mean, not even Megan wore that much on her face! She was literally glowing under the neon white lights that made me think it was about to start snowing in August at any moment!
Ryan gave me a push forward and I reluctantly followed the woman to the back of the store. Everything was so elegant looking. UGH! I was gonna be made into a barbie doll, I could just see it coming.
"Sit, I'll be right back." I took a seat on a stool and I could see Ryan trying on different pairs of sunglasses in front on the mirror. How many pairs does one man need? "Here!" The woman thrust ten black dresses into my arms and gave me a shove into the changing room.
I took a look through all of them. Ew. Ew. Ew. Super EW! All of the dresses were black with sparkles or glitter or sequins, and all I wanted to do was burn them. Too bad I hadn't found a way to sneak Ryan's lighter away from him yet.
"Hurry up, little girl." I heard the woman say, though she may have said 'Harry up, little Earl.' Her accent was just too hard to decipher for me.
"Excuse me, miss." I said, trying to be nice. "I don't like these dresses, or any dresses for that matter." I poked my head around the curtain and the oldie looked like she was going burst.
"Little girl, the only clothes in this shop that are not dresses are the mens suits. So, I suggest you hush up and try on the dresses I have given you!" Then I was ready to burst. I slapped my self across the cheek and screamed out in pain.
"DADDY!" I cried, running to Ryan on the other side of the shop. I jumped into his arms and he scooped me up onto his hip as if I was a small child.
"Mel, what's wrong?" He asked.
"That lady hit me." I sniffled. My acting skills were just too good to tell they were fake. "I told her I didn't like the dress and she-She-SHE HIT ME!" I bawled even louder, pushing my face into Ryan's shoulder for added effect and good measure.
"I did no such thing!" The woman yelled out, stomping her way over to me and Ryan. "I would never hit a child!" Lucky for me, my cheek was starting to burn red by then. Oh, I was too good.
"Yeah, it looks like it." Ryan spat at her. He dropped me on the floor and led me out of the store, holding onto my hand. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her, making sure Ryan didn't see. I mouthed 'Au revoir,' which I know to mean goodbye in French, and turned back to Ryan, still sniffling slightly. I told him I didn't want to wear a dress and he understood. He told me I only had to tell him and we would have gone and gotten me some rocking clothes instead of a dress that made me wanna puke.
So, Ryan took me to this awesome shop. Yet again, an expensive one. He was all for flaunting his cash about. He bought me a wickedly cool black t-shirt that was covered in multi-colored stars. I got a jean jacket and a bunch of pins to attach to it. Ryan then bought me a pair of plain black skinny jeans, even though I told him I had about three pair already, he said he wanted to spoil me for my birthday. It was to make up for all the birthdays he'd missed out on. And, hey, I wasn't complaining. To finish off my outfit, he got me custom made high-tops. They were rainbow ones to match my starry t-shirt. I was in love...with my new wardrobe.
Then, for an extra special treat, Ryan took me to this guy-I never realized how pervy that sounded until I said it aloud...Anyway, this guy specializes in getting DVD's, CD's and games before they release in the stores. So, Ryan, knowing how much I loved my PS3 and Xbox and all kinds of violence and death, got me the new Call of Duty AND Modern Warfare. They had both only been through testing the day before. I was amazed. They weren't gonna be on shelves for another six months!
I gave Ryan a hug. An actual hug. It was the first real hug I'd given him. He was a shocked as I was. All I could do was thank him over and over again. I know that I had started out as a big Ryan Ross fan, but discovering him to be my father had pushed that idea out of the window for me. However, because he was my father, I did still love him. And he did spoil me rotten for my birthday!
Just before we got back to car, mom called us. She needed the two of us to go to the Walmart to pick her up some medication stuff the doctor told her was good for the pain she was having. I tried telling her the babies weren't worth the pain, but she managed to counter me by saying that I had given her more pain. And when I tried to sell my adorableness to her, she didn't buy it.
I hated going to Walmart. Well, shopping in general was, and still is, super boring. I've always hated it. I'm not a normal girl, I get it. Most people look at me weird when I start moaning and groaning about shopping.
So, Ryan and I drove over to Walmart because there was no way I could get out of it. He sped off towards the aisle where all the medication and junk was, and I had to admire his speediness. I don't think he wanted to be there, either. I walked around a bit, trying to decided how to have fun.
I was having a hard time thinking of a prank because I could see no people around. The whole place was eerily deserted. In the end, I decided to give up and go find Ryan. When I found him, he was in a little pharmacy section of the store, trying to remember what mom had asked him for. Lucky for me there was a young couple also in that aisle. I instantly knew how to have some fun.
The guy, who only looked about eighteen, was pushing a shopping cart around, looking as bored as me. His girlfriend was searching the shelves for something. I pretended to be looking at whatever was in front of me, but I was waiting for the boy to push the cart close enough.
The plan worked well for me because the girl even called her boyfriend over to her, leaving the cart unattended. I quickly brushed the whole shelf of condoms into the cart and skipped happily over to Ryan. He had finally remembered what mom had asked for.
As we were walking out the door I could hear the girl screaming, "AND WHAT DID YOU FUCKING THINK WE WERE GOING TO BE DOING TONIGHT?"
"Babe-"
"NO!" I looked over my shoulder to see the girl storming her way towards the exit and her boyfriend trailing after her, apologizing for his 'mistake'. The only thing I could do was laugh and I even saw Ryan give a slight smile. Man, it felt good to prank people.
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