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AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!

Mikey's Prank

On one summer day in Toronto, the Cramarossa house is quite mellow. In the living room, Joseph Cramarossa is lounging on the sofa beside his younger brother, Michael Cramarossa, and teammate, Nick Ritchie; they are all watching television and munching on snacks.

Michael stares with boredom at the scene. He lets out a big sigh. "This is so boring," he mutters to himself. "I gotta do something else..." He peers down, catching sight of a glass bottle of pop wedged between the armrest and the cushion of the sofa he is sitting on.

His eyes then light up as an idea pops into his mind; a smirk quickly follows.

Michael hops off from the sofa and pads away, into the kitchen. The two teammates continue watching television, not moving a muscle.

A few moments later, Michael steps back into the room. This time, he has a cold bottle of pop in his hand and a massive smile on his face.

"Hey, Big Joe...!" he calls out to his older brother, rounding the sofa to stand next to him.

Joseph peers up at him with a scowl.

Michael holds the bottle out in front of him. "Here's a pop for you from your little brother, your favourite brother that you love so much because I bring you the best pop."

Joseph holds his stern expression. "I don't, but thanks." He snatches the bottle from his younger brother's grasp.

Michael flashes him a big grin, then gallops back to his spot on the sofa.

Joseph turns to his teammate. "Ritch, can you open this for me?" He holds the bottle toward him.

Nick gazes at the extended bottle with soft, sleepy eyes. "No thanks, I already got mine." He takes a swig from his own bottle.

Joseph slightly glares at him. "This wasn't for you-- Ugh." He rolls of eyes. "What are you even doing here?"

"Eating." Nick stuffs a handful of chips in his mouth.

"Why do you have to be at my house?"

He muffles through his stuffed mouth, "It's open." He nods toward the open front door.

"Why do you have to raid my fridge?" Joseph extends his hand toward the refrigerator's direction.

Nick swallows. "And see you," he adds in with a soft smile.

Joseph scoffs, turning away from him. "Ugh, whatever." He then harshly twists the cap of the pop bottle open.

Suddenly, pop shoots from the opening, spraying the sweet, liquid substance all over his face and shirt. Joseph stares down at the empty pop bottle with his jaw dropped and massive eyes as the liquid drips from his face and hair, running down on him.

From the other side of the sofa, Michael bursts into laughter. "HAHAHAHAA!!!" He leans back with his hand over his forehead, his eyes shut closed as tears are forming.

Joseph shoots the prankster sharp eyes with a furious expression. "MI-KEEEY!!!" He launches off from the sofa and begins to charge after him.

Michael slows down his laughing. "Oh my goodness, that's so funny--" He spots his raging brother rushing toward him. "Oh shoot--!" He then jumps off from his sofa and speeds down the living room, making a sharp turn into the hallway.

Joseph infuriatingly chases after him, disappearing from sight.

Nick has his eyes on the empty hallway as the footsteps of the two brothers fade off. He then turns back to face the television and continues watching and munching on chips.

Another person then ambles into the living room: Olivia Ras, Joseph's girlfriend.

She halts behind the sofa. "Joseph?" She peers down at the soda-stained sofa, gazes around the living room, then turns to Nick. "Where's Joseph?

Nick lifts his eyes up at her. "In the hallway."

The stampeding footsteps and shouting of the Cramarossa brothers are heard going upstairs.

"Upstairs," he tells her.

The cacophony is now heard going down.

"Downstairs."

The side door is then heard being thrown open and slammed close.

"Outside," Nick finishes.

Olivia lets out a sad sigh. "I'll get back when he's...unoccupied." She then turns around and ambles out of the house.

Suddenly, the two brothers burst into the living room; Nick turns to them.

Joseph, with his hair matted due to the sugary pop and his face having a sticky, shiny gleam, has an arm hooked around the neck of Michael and another arm around his torso. Michael has a few scrapes and bruises, yet he is still chortling with a big smile.

"That was so worth it!" he bellows with eyes filled with thrill. "I didn't get my jaw broken!"

Joseph tightens his grip on him, pressing him closer to himself. "Do that again and I'll make sure you do!" he growls.

Nick gradually raises his empty pop bottle in the air. "Can you get me another pop?"

"I'LL GET IT." Joseph shoves his brother away from his clutches and storms into the kitchen.

"You're so nice, Crammer!" Nick calls to him with a small smile.

"I'm doing this because I don't' wanna clean up after you!" Joseph is heard shouting from the kitchen.

Nick peers up at Michael, who is dusting himself by the sofa.

Michael gazes down at him and shoots him a sly smile. The pranking spirit still lives!


The End.

Notes




Comments

@A Shruinger sure no problem

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
Thank you :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/21/17

@A Shruinger ok I understand


Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/21/17

@brooke_malkin
I'm sorry, but:

"If you were looking for a romance story of you and your favourite hockey player, you have come to the wrong place." -copied and pasted from my profile

Look at the description of "AAOOOSC! Mini Stories!" for more information regarding what type of requests I accept if you'd like.

I do recommend Tumblr, Wattpad, or other romantic-themed one-shot collections on this site to request on. :)

A Shruinger A Shruinger
10/18/17

could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin
10/18/17