“Ignoring my girlfriend prank”
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"Hi guys! Welcome back to the channel. I hope you all are having an amazing morning," Azzi said, adjusting the camera mount on the dashboard as the car engine hummed to life. She flashed a mischievous, high-energy grin at the lens. "Today... today is going to be a mess. We are officially doing the Ignoring Paige Prank. Now, you guys already know the vibes she’s over at the gym right now getting some shots up with KK and the rest of the crew. I’m headed there right now to pick her up, and the plan is to act like she’s literally invisible from the second she opens this car door."
Azzi shifted the car into reverse, checking her mirrors before glancing back at the camera with a hungry expression. "I am absolutely starving, so we're probably going to grab some food on the way back, which is going to make it ten times harder because Paige is not the one to play with when it comes to her wings or a post-practice meal. I’m going to have to talk to the cashier, order my food, and act like I don't hear a single word she says."
She panned the camera over to the passenger seat, where a pair of bright eyes and a wagging tail were already waiting.
"Since I can't talk to Paige, I brought backup," Azzi laughed, reaching over to scratch a pair of floppy ears. "I’m taking Max with me so I actually have someone to talk to. I can't just sit in silence or I’ll definitely break character and start laughing. Max is going to be my best friend today. Say hi to the vlog, Max!"
On cue, Max lunged forward with enthusiasm, his cold, wet nose hitting the lens as he gave the camera a massive, slobbery lick.
"Oh, gross! Max, come on, man!" Azzi wheezed, wiping the lens with the hem of her shirt while still trying to steer. "See? Max is already in on the plan. He’s ready. Alright y'all, we’re pulling up to the facility in about five minutes. Wish me luck, because if Paige gets 'pro-player' mad, I might not make it to the end of this video. Let’s go get her.""Okay, we are officially in the danger zone," Azzi whispered, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone as the gym’s glass facade came into view. She tucked the camera into a secure spot on the dashboard, angling it so it had a clear view of the passenger side window. "I see them. They’re right there by the main entrance."
Through the windshield, a group was huddled together, bags slung over their shoulders and iced coffees in hand. KK was leaning against a concrete pillar, scrolling through her phone, while the rest of the crew was mid-laugh. Standing right in the center, looking slightly impatient but still glowing from a heavy workout, was Paige. She was rocking her practice gear, her hair pulled back, and she was checking her watch every few seconds.
"Y'all, she's literally standing right there waiting on me," Azzi said, her eyes wide as she gripped the steering wheel. "Look at her. She has no idea what’s about to happen. She probably thinks we’re going straight to get tacos. Max, be cool. Don't give it away."
Max, sensing the shift in energy, sat up tall in the back seat, his tail thumping rhythmically against the upholstery.
"My heart is actually racing," Azzi admitted to the vlog, a nervous giggle escaping. "Paige is the type to keep talking until you answer, so this is going to be a test of my mental strength. I’m pulling up now. Everyone stay quiet!"
Azzi smoothed down her hair, wiped the lingering smirk off her face, and replaced it with a look of intense, vacant focus. She slowed the car to a crawl, pulling right up to the curb where the group was standing.
Outside, Paige’s face lit up when she saw the car. She raised a hand in a wave and started walking toward the door, saying something to KK over her shoulder. Azzi didn't blink. She didn't look left. She just stared straight through the windshield as if she were waiting for a ghost.
"Here we go," Azzi mouthed silently to the camera one last time before Paige reached for the handle. "The prank starts... now."Paige pulled the door open, tossing her gym bag into the back next to Max, who immediately started wagging his tail. She hopped into the driver's seat, adjusted the mirror, and cranked the engine. She looked over at Azzi, her face bright with that post-workout glow.
"Hi bae," Paige said, flashing a quick smile before she shifted the car into gear and began pulling out of the parking lot.
Azzi didn't even flinch. She kept her eyes locked on the window, watching the trees and buildings blur past as if she were in a deep, philosophical trance. She reached down and adjusted the volume on the radio just a tiny bit, humming a random tune under her breath, completely ignoring the person sitting right next to her.
Paige’s brow furrowed. She glanced over again, her smile wavering just a second. "Hey, my love," she said, louder this time, reaching over to playfully nudge Azzi’s shoulder to get her attention. "You okay? I'm talking to you."
Azzi just sighed—a long, dramatic breath that fogged up the glass slightly—and started tapping a beat on her phone case. She leaned her head against the headrest, still looking anywhere but at Paige.
"Max, you see how pretty it is outside today?" Azzi said to the dog in the back, her voice bright and cheerful. "I think we should go to that one park later, don't you? Yeah, you're such a good boy, Max."
Paige narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Okay... so you're talking to the dog, but not to me? Azzi, I know you heard me."Azzi didn't even acknowledge the frustration vibrating off of Paige. Instead, she casually reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and tapped the TikTok icon. The bright glare of the screen lit up her face as the loud, chaotic audio of a trending dance challenge filled the quiet tension of the car. She began scrolling with an aggressive level of focus, her thumb flicking upward every few seconds as she stared blankly at the screen.
"Oh my god, Max, look at this dog on here!" Azzi chirped, tilting the phone toward the back seat so the golden retriever could see the screen. "He looks just like you, buddy! Isn't that crazy? We should definitely try to teach you that trick later."
Paige slowed down for a red light, her head snapping over to look at Azzi with a mixture of confusion and genuine irritation. The "hey, my love" energy was officially evaporating, replaced by the look of someone who was seconds away from losing their cool.
"Azzi. Seriously?" Paige’s voice was flatter now, her patience wearing thin. "I’m literally sitting right here. I just finished a two-hour workout, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and you’re acting like I’m a ghost. Did I do something? Is there a reason you’re being weird?"
Azzi didn't even blink. She just scrolled to the next video—a loud cooking tutorial—and leaned her head back against the seat, a small, barely visible smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched a steak being seasoned. She let out another one of those long, dramatic sighs, the kind that usually meant she was bored, and adjusted her position to get more comfortable, completely boxing Paige out of her peripheral vision. . Paige pulled into the Wingstop lane, her eyes darting between the menu board and the silent girl in the passenger seat. She was clearly reaching her limit, her foot tapping impatiently on the brake pedal. When the static-filled voice of the employee crackled through the speaker, Paige took a deep, stabilizing breath, trying to maintain her composure.
"Hello, welcome to Wingstop! Will you be using your mobile app today?" the worker asked, sounding way too cheerful for Paige’s current mood.
Paige let out a heavy, frustrated sigh that was definitely caught on the vlog camera. "No, ma’am," she muttered, rubbing her temple.
"No problem! What can I get started for you?"
"Can I have a 10-piece honey hot, all flats, with crispy fries—make sure they have extra seasoning—and a large Hi-C?" Paige ordered. She then paused, turning her entire body toward Azzi, waiting for her to finally break the silence and say what she wanted. She stared at the side of Azzi’s face for a solid five seconds, her expression screaming 'I know you're hungry, just talk to me.'
Azzi, who had been staring intently at a TikTok of a girl organizing her fridge, suddenly clicked her phone shut. The silence that followed was deafening. Without even glancing at Paige—treating her like she was literally part of the car upholstery—Azzi leaned forward toward the dashboard, projecting her voice toward the speaker box.
"Can I have a 10-piece combo, lemon pepper, with a side of corn and a Sprite?" Azzi asked the air, her tone casual and breezy as if she were the only person in the vehicle.
Paige’s head snapped back like she’d been hit. She looked at the speaker, then back at Azzi, her mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. "Oh, okay," Paige snapped, her voice rising an octave. "So you can talk to the Wingstop lady, but you can't talk to me? You're really gonna sit here and place your order through the air like I'm not the one driving the car?"
The worker, oblivious to the drama, chirped back, "Anything else for you today?"
Azzi didn't say a word. She just leaned back, pulled her phone back out, and started scrolling again, a tiny, triumphant dimple appearing on her cheek.
"Yeah, a sense of sanity!" Paige yelled toward the speaker, though she quickly caught herself. "No, that’s all. Thank you."
As Paige pulled forward toward the window, she kept glancing at Azzi, who was now showing Max a video of a squeaky toy. "Azzi, I'm serious. This isn't even funny anymore. You really just ordered your food over my head like I’m an invisible ghost. If you don't say something to me by the time we get to this window, I’m eating your corn. I’m dead serious. I will eat every kernel.""The total will be $30.25. Cash or card?" the worker asked, leaning out the window. Paige didn't even hesitate; she swiped her card through the reader with a sharp, jerky motion that screamed she was losing her patience. Once the receipt was shoved into the bag with the steaming boxes of wings, Paige didn't pull out of the lot. Instead, she drove to a far corner of the parking lot, put the car in park, and aggressively kicked her seat back.
She leaned back, stretching her arms over her head, which caused her shirt to ride up just enough to show the waistband of her boxers and the sharp definition of her v-line. It was a total power move. Azzi caught the view out of the corner of her eye and felt her heart do a backflip. She wanted to drop the act, lean over the center console, and kiss her right then and there, but she saw the red "recording" light on the dashboard camera. She had to stay strong for the vlog.
Suddenly, Azzi’s phone started vibrating in her lap. The caller ID lit up with "MOM ❤️".
"Hi, Mom!" Azzi said, her voice sounding relieved to finally have a reason to speak out loud.
"Hi, my Az baby! How are you doing today?" her mom’s warm voice filled the car through the speakers.
"I’m good, Momma. I just got finished at the gym and now I’m at Wingstop getting some food," Azzi replied, pointedly looking at the ceiling of the car instead of at the girl sitting inches away from her.
"That's good, baby. How is Paige doing? Is she with you?" her mom asked.
Azzi hesitated, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, um... she's not really—"
Before she could finish the sentence and claim Paige wasn't there, Paige reached across the seat with lightning speed and snatched the phone right out of Azzi's hand.
"Hey, Momma! How are you doing?" Paige said, her voice instantly switching from frustrated to sweet and respectful.
"I’m doing good, poo! When are you coming down here so you and Azzi can go fishing with us?" her mom asked with a laugh.
"Soon as my season ends, I’m there! Tell Pops I’m ready to catch more than him this time," Paige joked, leaning back into her seat but keeping her eyes locked on Azzi, who was sitting there looking stunned that her phone had been hijacked.
Paige finished the call, said her goodbyes, and then slowly reached over to hand the phone back. As Azzi reached out to take it, Paige purposefully let her fingers linger, brushing her hand firmly against Azzi’s palm. The skin on skin contact sent a literal spark through Azzi’s arm. She felt her face heating up and her resolve crumbling. She quickly snatched the phone back and looked out the window, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
Paige just sat there, watching her, a smug look on her face. Paige reached over, her hand warm and steady as she cupped Azzi’s jaw. With a gentle but firm tug, she forced Azzi to turn away from the window. Azzi tried to keep her face blank, but being forced to look directly into Paige’s eyes which were searching hers with such intensity was making her heart hammer against her ribs like a drum.
"Can you tell me what I did wrong, bae? Look at me," Paige whispered, her thumb stroking Azzi’s cheekbone.
Up close, Azzi could see the sweat still glistening slightly on Paige’s forehead from the gym, and the way her brows were knitted together in actual hurt. The silence, which had felt funny two minutes ago, now felt like a lead weight. Azzi’s eyes darted down to Paige’s lips and then back up, her breathing hitching.
She was screaming internally. Abort mission! Drop the camera! Kiss her! But the "prankster" side of her brain was holding on by a thread. Azzi’s lip quivered—half because she wanted to laugh, and half because she felt like a complete jerk for making Paige feel like she’d actually messed up. She kept her mouth tightly shut, but her eyes were softening, losing that "ignoring you" glaze.
Paige leaned in a little closer, her face inches from Azzi’s. "Talk to me. Seriously. If I did something to upset you, just tell me. Don't do this silent treatment stuff, Az. It’s killing me."
In the back seat, even Max had stopped moving, sensing the heavy tension between his two favorite people. The word "please" hung in the air, vibrating with a raw sincerity that sliced right through Azzi’s prankster persona. Paige’s voice hadn't just dropped in volume; it had dropped in defense. She looked genuinely hurt, her eyes scanning Azzi’s face for any sign of the girl who usually greeted her with a hug and a "how was practice?"
Azzi felt her chest tighten. This was the moment where the prank usually peaked, but looking at Paige really looking at her Azzi realized she was losing the battle. Paige’s hand was still steady on her jaw, but her thumb was tracing a slow, anxious circle against Azzi's skin. The smell of the Wingstop was filling the car, the heat from the bag fogging up the windows, creating a small, private world where only the two of them existed.
"I’m literally right here, Az," Paige murmured, her voice cracking just a tiny bit. "I’ve been working my tail off all morning, and all I wanted was to get in this car and talk to my person. If you're mad, just yell at me. Do anything but this."
Azzi’s eyes welled up with a tiny bit of guilt-induced moisture. She looked down at Paige’s lips, then back at the dashboard where the camera was hidden, then finally back to Paige. The silence lasted for five more seconds five seconds where Azzi had to decide between the "perfect" ending for the vlog or the girl sitting in the driver's seat.
Finally, Azzi couldn't take it. The "ignoring" mask shattered completely.
A tiny, choked-back laugh escaped her lips, followed immediately by her leaning forward and burying her face into the crook of Paige’s neck. She wrapped her arms around Paige’s shoulders, squeezing her tight.
"I can't do it! I can't do it anymore!" Azzi squealed into Paige’s skin, her voice muffled but filled with relief.
Paige froze for a second, her body still tense from the confusion, before the realization started to dawn on her. She pulled back just enough to look at Azzi, her eyes narrowed. "Azzi... are you serious right now?"
Azzi reached over, grabbed the hidden camera from the dashboard, and pointed it directly at Paige’s stunned, beautiful face. "You guys! I had to break! Look at her! She was about to cry! Bae, it was a prank! I’m so sorry!"
Paige stared at the camera, then at Azzi, then back at the camera. A slow, dangerous grin began to spread across her face as she realized she’d been played. "A prank? You had me thinking I actually forgot an anniversary or something? You sat there and ordered food over my head for a YouTube video?"
"I'm sorry!" Azzi laughed, leaning in to finally plant the kiss she’d been dying to give her. "You were just being so cute and I wanted to see how long it would take!"
Paige caught her by the waist, pulling her closer even as she shook her head in disbelief. "You are so lucky I love you, Azzi, because I was two minutes away from making you walk home with those lemon pepper wings. Max! Did you know about this?"
Max barked from the back, tail wagging furiously, clearly happy the tension was over.
"See? Even max was in on it," Paige groaned, finally leaning in to return the kiss. "But for the record? You’re paying for the wings next time."
and began peppering Paige’s face with a dozen tiny, apologetic kisses. She kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose, finally leaning over to grab the camera from the dashboard. She turned the lens toward them, capturing Paige’s expression—a chaotic mix of lingering annoyance, relief, and a playful "I’m going to kill you" glint in her eyes.
"I got her, y'all!" Azzi shouted into the mic, her face glowing with triumph. "The Ignoring Paige Prank was a 100% success! Look at her face! She was really about to cry, she was so confused. Admit it, P, you were stressed!"
Paige didn't laugh immediately. She leaned back against the driver’s side door, crossing her arms over her chest. The soft, vulnerable girl who had been begging for attention just seconds ago was gone, replaced by the competitive athlete who hated to lose. She looked at the camera, then back at Azzi, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across her face. It was the kind of look that usually meant Paige was about to go on a 20-0 scoring run.
"Sleep with one eye open," Paige said, her voice dropping into a low, mock-threatening tone. "I’m dead serious, Az. My prank is gonna be ten times worse. You think this was something? You just started a war you aren't ready for."
"Oh, please! You love me too much to stay mad," Azzi teased, trying to nudge her.
"Love has nothing to do with this," Paige countered, pointing a finger at Azzi while trying to suppress a grin. "You made me order my wings through the air like a crazy person. You let me think I was invisible. Next time you wake up and your hair is dyed neon green or your car keys are at the bottom of the pool, just remember this moment right here. The North remembers, Azzi. The North remembers."
Azzi turned back to the vlog, eyes wide. "Okay guys, she’s actually scaring me a little bit. If the channel goes dark for three days, call the police because she probably has me locked in a closet somewhere."
"Forget the closet," Paige muttered, finally reaching over to snag a fry from the Wingstop bag, the smell of lemon pepper and buffalo sauce filling the car. "I’m eating all your corn first. That’s step one of the revenge."
"No! Not the corn!" Azzi shrieked, diving for the bag.
Max barked from the backseat, excited by the sudden energy shift, and the car descended into a mess of laughter, wrestling over fast food, and the looming threat of the ultimate revenge prank. Azzi looked at the camera one last time, blowing a kiss to the subscribers. "Make sure to like and subscribe so you can see if I survive Paige's revenge. We out!"
The end
