"Alright, big guy… Stop lazing around the bookshelf and sit already…" Carl talked to himself as he kept his eyes glued to the new computer he got this past birthday. He was watching some live footage from the Assistant principal's office. Carl got a micro-cam and placed it on one of the paintings in his office earlier that week and this afternoon when Assistant Principal Grundig went out for lunch, he set up the most epic prank known to man and all he had to do was sit down at his desk. Carl definitely raced home after the bell rang. "Come on… I'm beggin' ya… Sit… Sit…" Carl willed, he could taste the sweet, sweet taste of a well done prank right… on the tip… of his tongue.

"Carl…" Hoodsey's voice called out after his bedroom door opened, he was panting from running up the staircase. "Carl… Why… did you hurry all the way here? You kind of forgot me and Blake at school you know…" He asked as he steadied himself on the door that was now closed.

"ShShSh… We are about to witness the best thing ever to happen since we stuffed a toad in Jade Weis's desk!" Carl said, clearly excited.

"That was in Elementary School, Carl." Hoodsey said before examining the video on Carl's computer screen. "…Is that Grundig's office?"

"Yup. In a few seconds.. everything is going to crash down on him… It's been too long, Hoodsey. It's been waaay… too long…"

"You are going to ruin our blank slate, in the middle of our senior year. Rethink this, I beg of you." Hoodsey said hurriedly. "What if you can't walk in graduation? Is it going to be worth trashing the good rep we worked hard for?"

"GAAAAAHHH!" The speakers blared out and on the screen was a bright, neon yellow covered Grundig. The secretary hurried into the office but it didn't take long for her to be on the floor laughing while Grundig was cursing up a storm, throwing paint everywhere in order to get it out of his eyes.

"SCOOOORE!" Carl exclaimed with a cackle that hasn't come from his mouth since he was eleven. That rush is what he lived for.

"Whoa…" Hoodsey muttered with wide eyes at the screen.

"What'd I tell ya? This is the best yet! Isn't it beautiful, Hoods? Carl Foutley is back! And better than ever!" Carl said happily as he gripped the thick edge of his screen. "The best thing about this… I have it recorded."

"You're not going to do what I think you're going to do." Hoodsey said, but he grinned a little at the thought. Carl didn't say anything but he clicked the stop button and the live feed ended. The file popped up in his videos folder a second later.

Carl got on his unofficial email and sent the footage to everyone on his contacts list (with the exception of school teachers and his immediate family members, of course). "Mission Complete. Now all we have to do is wait… We are going to become legends once again."

"I really don't know what to say, Carl…"

"Pardon my sudden burst of voice but, HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD?" Blake's voice rang out through the phone that Lois had handed him seconds ago. It was early evening and dinner had just been finished.

"You got my email?" Carl asked calmly as though Blake had only greeted him.

"Got your EMAIL? Not only had I gotten your email but it could be possible that you might not graduate when/if Grundig finds out who put this stunt together. Had that even occurred to you?"

"Not in the least." Carl said confidently. Lois raised an eyebrow at Carl, who had responded to it with a single wink in her direction. "How did you like my masterpiece?" Blake was silent. He pictured Blake flushed with pursed lips making his appearance seem like he had taken up the identity of a puffer fish. Carl found amusement in this. "You're speechless. I must be doing my job right."

"We will talk about this further in about ten minutes when I arrive." Blake said in a tone that a parent would take on a naughty child.

"Looking forward to it since I am sure that you are curious about the planning of this brilliant plan."

"Brilliant is hardly a word that describes what you did." Blake scoffed before hanging the phone up on Carl. He just chuckled and hung the phone up on the receiver. Sure enough, Blake was in his bedroom within minutes from the phone call.

"Okay, So why?" Blake asked as he sat in the middle of Carl's bed.

"Why, what?" Carl asked innocently as he smirked. "I should ask why you chose to make yourself at home.. on my bed."

"Stop avoiding my questions, Carl." Blake said as he backed himself up to the head of his bed so Carl could sit with him. "Why did you do… what you did..?"

"Prank Grundig?" Carl asked as he sat and laid his back on the mattress with his hands behind his head. He snorted and shrugged, "I just felt the need to… and he is annoying. He had it coming to him, seriously."

"You felt the need to.. You haven't done any pranks since… what? Middle school?" Blake asked.

"Yes, but that was barely a good prank. This is gold." Carl said happily and he took in the reaction. Blake crossed his arms in front of him.

"I think you are regressing… I thought all this pranking and childish stuff was well behind you."

"So… What? Are you suggesting that I could have a case of peter-pan syndrome or something like that?"

"Actually, yeah. You read my mind."

"Don't I always?"

"Hardly."

Carl smirked at Blake once again and sat up slowly and turned towards him with his legs crossed, "So, what do you suggest I should do?"

"I believe that if you turn yourself in tomorrow morning… You will get a lesser consequence and then maybe you will be able to still keep your spot at graduation… Which is in three months' time, may I add."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Well then, you should anyway."

"Because my handsome boyfriend told me to?" Carl questioned as he leaned closer to Blake with that devilish smirk. Blake blushed lightly but just put a finger on Carl's forehead and pushed him back to his original place with a frown.

"Because it's the right thing to do." He responded with the strictest of tones. Carl turned his smirk into a slight frown at Blake's unshakable stance on the subject. "And you know it."

"The only thing I know is that I haven't felt this good in years. Why would I ruin the high?" Carl questioned. Ideas were flowing through his mind like a rapid river.

"Well from my personal experience, I can confirm that after the high comes the consequence and it's always better to get the crash over with so you can feel normal once more." Blake said with confidence.

Carl leaned backwards into his hands and he stared at the wall behind Blake. He thought about how he felt like a chunk of himself was missing throughout middle school and the life of a normal teenager never agreed with him. He was bored. ALL the time. He was never bored back in the good old days. There was always a scheme being planned or a prank unfolding. He missed that more than ever. "…Normal is way overrated." Carl muttered.

Blake stared for a second before huffing at the red head in front of him. "You are incredibly stubborn."

"Nicely observed, Blakey boy." Carl said with that smirk returning in full force. "Though it doesn't really come as a shock to anyone."

"Well, I'll let you enjoy the atmosphere of mischief a little while longer, Carl… However…" Blake said as he got up from the bed and he smoothed out any wrinkles in his black blazer with his hand. "By morning's first light, I expect you will come to your senses."

Carl swiftly shot up and stood in front of the door, blocking Blake's exit. He placed a hand on Blake's cheek and placed an innocent kiss on his lips. "Keep dreaming." He stated with a smile. Blake just rolled his eyes and made his way out of Carl's bedroom without another word.

Sure enough that morning, the halls were buzzing about the video Carl had sent. He couldn't have been more proud even though no one knew he was the one who orchestrated the entire plot. While at his locker, Blake silently stepped up to him just as he was about to go to first period. "How goes it, Blakey-boy?"

"Pretty fair, though I don't see you rushing to the office to confess anytime soon."

"Why would I do that?" Carl asked innocently. "It would ruin the mystery."

"You could get into quite a nasty bit of trouble if you allow this to fester." Blake scolded as they walked side by side down the hall. "I still can't believe you would dirty up your record like this while we are on the brink of graduation…"

"I got to give time to make the assistant head honcho squirm in anger. I just saw him walk into the building not too long ago and his hair has a very vibrant tint to it." Carl said as he laughed a little under his breath.

"I see no good coming from this little scheme." Blake said with a sigh as he stopped at the turn of the hallway where his class was being held. "Try to do the honorable thing and confess as soon as you possibly can allow yourself."

"Will do, but I don't think that will be any time soon." Carl said with a smile before Blake turned down the hall. Carl planned this for months, he couldn't just let his fun be stifled just yet.

When he sat in his assigned seat, the late bell had just rang and the usual school announcements went on as normal only at the end of the normal broadcasts Mr. Grundig took the mic to make the very speech he had been waiting for.

"As most of you know, there was a video emailed to you all last night… As I strolled through the halls this morning, I could see humor in all your faces. I will make this clear to all of you, what had happened was not funny or even slightly humorous." At this point, a very faint snicker could be heard from the background for half a second. "…I will allow a 24 hour period of time for the culprit to confess. They will be given a minimal punishment. If no one comes forward in that time frame, I will hold an investigation where I will successfully weed out the perp and a much heavier consequence will take place… That is all."

Carl was grinning to himself as his classmates around him started to whisper to each other. He just simply shrugged at any one who asked him about it. "All right, All right. Time to settle down." Mrs. Bryant said to the class. Carl was calm on the outside but on the inside he was triumphantly basking in the glory he had earned.

During lunch period, Carl silently listened to all the rumors going around about who the offender was and Hoodsey was silently reading a book for his next class while he ate. Blake was shooting Carl with concerned expressions. He just answered them with a smirk.

"Please tell me you are going to comply with Grundig's demands." Blake finally said to Carl after a few minutes passed.

"I don't know if I want to yet." Carl said as he stared the younger teenager in front of him.

"Do you honestly think that you could get away with doing this deed?"

"The possibility is looking pretty high right now." Carl laughed.

"Is it?" Blake asked in a near-smug tone. "Are you certain about that? You see, I talked it over with Hoodsey here and we decided it would be… beneficial if we were to turn you in."

Carl stared at his friends in front of him and they were looking pretty serious about the threat, "You're kidding, right? Trying to pull my leg? …Hoods?" Hoodsey just cast him an apologetic expression.

"Ah, I surely wish we could jest about something this serious, Carl." Blake sighed as he examined his lightly manicured fingernails. "We assure you that it is for the best. You still have the chance to claim fault in this plot, of course, but if you fail to cooperate… Then I'm afraid you have left us no choice in the matter."

"W-We just don't want you getting expelled this close to finishing school. Colleges don't go for that type of thing." Hoodsey added with reason. "Any college you got accepted into will deny you when they get a hold of your updated record."

As Carl listened to them, he felt himself grow angry and clearly his face was telling it all. Just then, the announcement bell dinged through the cafeteria and everyone fell silent to listen. It wasn't everyday that an announcement was made in the middle of lunch period. "Students, I am fairly pleased to announce that the 'prankster' has come forward this morning and has been served their consequence. I would like to thank you all for your cooperation, and have a good day." Grundig's voice echoed through the room. Everyone started to talk about their theories about who did the prank.

"What?" Carl asked in slight shock.

"Oh ho… Seems as though you were right." Blake said happily. "You did get away with it. How lucky you are."

"No way… Someone took the blame for your prank, Carl." Hoodsey said with wide eyes.

"How could this be…?" Carl asked himself. Blake seemed confused at his sudden change of attitude. "Someone is trying to take credit for what I did."

"Once everyone finds out who took the blame, they will be the legend…" Hoodsey stated as he too seemed troubled by this twist of events.

"No.. I can't let this happen." Carl declared as he stood up to leave. "Looks like you are going to get your way, Blakey-boy." Carl left his tray on the table and walked away from his friends and out the cafeteria doors in a slight rush earning questioning glances from other students around him.