April 1st
Notes: I forced @alj4890 for a fic today so I thought I’d better do one too. So I didn’t feel completely useless.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Liam x Riley, Drake x Olivia, Amanda x Maxwell [platonic]
Tagging: @alj4890 @vickypoochoices @thecordoniandiaries @darley1101 @rafasgirl23415 @carabeth @lodberg
2 YEARS AGO
Drake Walker is a quiet man. He keeps to himself, for the most part. He’d lived his life by a simple motto: leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone. Simple. It made life less complicated than it needed to be. And Drake Walker is anything but complicated.
Until one April 1st, when he was leaving a certain Duchess’ home in the early morning hours. He was looking forward to the ride back home on his beloved motorcycle. The fresh air greeting his senses before the rest of the world was almost a high for him. The sound of the motor purring beneath him as he rode through the roads of Cordonia relaxed him. Yes, it was a great way to start off his day. Well, one of them anyway as he a smug grin comes to his face as he thought of the red-headed Duchess still asleep in her bed.
His face dropped however when he saw his motorcycle.
Wrapped in saran wrap.
All around.
Before he can wrap, no pun intended, his head around the image before him he feels his phone vibrate in the pocket of his jeans. Pulling it out, he reads the following text message:
“How was your sleep-over? You guys slept all through the night I was able to do this without getting caught! April Fools!”
Unknown number.
But Drake knew who was responsible for this.
And he would have his revenge he thought grimly as he started to delicately unwind the saran wrap off his precious motorcycle.
Murder. Kill. Murder. Kill.
He made a song out of the two words.
PRESENT
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Amanda looks over to the rectangular device vibrating between her and Maxwell.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
She catches Maxwell’s bewildered eyes stare at the smartphone that continues to vibrate.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
“For the love of..,” Amanda goes to answer the phone but Maxwell’s hands catch her wrists before she can attempt to answer.
“No! Don’t!,” he yells.
“Why, Maxwell?! It’s driving me crazy! At least silence it,” she tells him as she pulls her hands back from his grip. He gingerly picks up his phone and stares at his notifications. A small smile comes to her lips as she takes in his concentrated state. “What’s wrong?,” she asks as she playfully pokes his side.
“46 voicemails. 50 missed calls,” he whispers.
“What?,” Amanda asks with a small chuckle. He looks up at her, worry in his eyes, and Amanda’s easy smile is replaced with concern. “Are you okay Maxwell? I’ve never seen you like this...”
He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders as he hands over his phone. “Since this morning, my phone has been going off every other minute,” Amanda looks through his phone and notices more voicemail notifications coming through and even more missed calls.
“Who is it?,” she asked quietly, placing the phone screen down.
“I don’t know. The numbers are all blocked and when I listen to the voicemails it's the same weird noise...I don’t know. But it...it doesn’t make sense.”
“What’s the noise sound like?”
“I’ve never heard it before. Sounds like some poor creature is being mutilated and I can’t...I can’t listen to the rest of it,” he shudders just thinking of it. Amanda goes to pick up the phone again and pulls up a voicemail.
“What are you doing?,” Maxwell asks her but she is already listening to it.
He should’ve known Amanda wouldn’t understand. Because she was now bowled over howling as she listens to not only one, two, or three voicemails but she was now on number six and her laughter has doubled each time. Maxwell grabs his phone away from her and folds his arms across his chest as he impatiently waits for her to finish laughing.
“Well, you’re annoying,” he tells her once she’s calmed down but his words only bring another fit of giggles forcing him to wait for the moment to pass.
“I’m so sorry Maxwell,” she tells him as she wipes a tear from her eyes, “I just...I can’t..,” she attempts to breathe in a calming manner which seems to work for a moment but it isn’t long before she loses the battle again.
“I’m glad to see you find this so funny,” he moves to stand and leave the room but Amanda’s hands pull him back down.
“No! Stop!,” she says between breaths of laughter. “Okay, I’m good. I’m done,” despite a few chortles here and there. Maxwell’s brow quirked at her words but eventually she doesn’t shake with laughter anymore.
“You, Maxwell dear, have been pranked,” she said with amusement.
“What?”
She chuckled at his puzzled expression. “Prank. It’s April 1st.”
“I know what a prank is Amanda. And I know it’s April Fools Day. What I don’t understand is how is this a prank?”
Amanda was already typing something into her phone before shoving it in front of his face. Maxwell looked at the title of the YouTube video that was playing on her phone:
“Star Wars Chewbacca Sound”
“Where’d you get this?!,” he asked, “That’s what all my voicemails sound like!” Had someone really gone to the trouble of calling him just to play this video over and over again? This didn’t seem like a good prank, he thought to himself. “Who is this?!”
“It’s Chewbacca from Star Wars!,” she answered, another laugh was lodged in the back of her throat as she barely held it off. Her stomach hurt from laughing so much.
Amanda nods her head in amusement as she takes her phone back. “I don’t know who could have done this but all the voicemails I’ve listened to doesn’t sound like the same person. Each one sounded different.”
“Why would anyone do that? And my number is brand new. Not a lot of people have it,” realization dawning on him as he eyed Amanda suspiciously.
“Don’t look at me,” she put her hands up defensively, “this is brilliant. I wouldn’t have told you who Chewbacca was if I did do it. Sorry Max.”
Maxwell’s pensive state was interrupted as another call came in but this time he answered it.
“Hello?!....No, stop--...What are you doing?...Uh-huh...I see...And where did you see this flyer?....Sure...Yes, I’ll hang up now. Just leave a message. Good luck. Bye.”
“Well, I think I know who we can thank for this prank,” Maxwell says as he grabs Amanda’s phone and shoots out a message.
“What happened?,” Amanda asked as she watches his brows furrow with concentration.
“Apparently, a flyer was handed out in all of Cordonia announcing a competition for the best Chewbacca Roar Contest,” his hands air quote the three last words, “and to submit your impressions to my phone number and people were encouraged to leave a voicemail if I didn’t pick up.”
“Noooo!?,” Amanda’s head dropped down to the desk as she shook with laughter. She was too busy to notice her phone notify her of an incoming message. Maxwell narrows his eyes at her phone as he read the reply to his message earlier:
“Ah, thought you would enjoy it. Now we are even for what you did to my motorcycle. April Fools Max. Don’t try to outdo me.”
Motorcycle? What is Drake talking about? I never touched it, he thought.
In Liam’s study, Drake toasts his oldest friend on a successful prank.
“Thanks for the idea, Liam!”
“Hey, it’s no problem. Me and Leo have our own horror stories of the pranks we pulled on each other.”
Drake shook his head and threw back the rest of his drink before standing to his feet.
“Thanks again, man. I’m meeting Oli--,” Drake caught himself before clearing himself much to Liam’s delight, “Oliiiverrrr for some drinks. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Uh huh,” he says more to himself since Drake was already out the door. Liam picks up the flyer laying on his desk and laughs to himself.
Two years ago, wrapping Drake’s motorcycle in saran wrap was a spur of the moment pure genius idea that had come to him the night before. He thought he had been found out when Drake stumbled into his office last week but he had come asking for ideas on his revenge. On Maxwell.
“What are you smiling about, handsome?,” Riley asked from the door.
“I have the best friends in the world. Did you know that?,” he asked with a huge grin on his face.