dndshs | [LOG] WE SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT WE ARE UP TO NO GOOD

Nate sat down next to Strad and let his feet dangle over the edge of the roof. He gave the guy a sidelong glance. He wasn't the type to shove someone off of a roof was he? No probably not. More accurately, probably not where someone could see. But maybe that was just his own over-cautious nature speaking.

He smiled at Strad, "Do you like fireworks?"

A smile pulled at the corners of Strad's mouth as he cocked his head in Nate's direction. He tapped a finger to his lips before replying, "What kind of fireworks are we talking here?"

Strad held up a hand and began to count off the types of fireworks as he talked. "Flash fireworks? Bang fireworks? Whistling fireworks? Pretty fireworks? Fireworks that are more like legal bombs? Fireworks that your neighbor sets off in the middle of August and everyone is pissed that they're woken up because who the hell lights fireworks after the forth of July?"

Nate's smile transformed into a smirk as he looked towards the sky with a shrug.

"Oh, you know. A little bit of everything. Set to a timer. In the middle of the night. From the roof of the school." He tilted his head towards Strad, "No big deal.

Strad whipped his head around to stare in mock horror at Nate. "Are suggesting that do something so... so... so /barbaric/?" he demanded.

He grinned at him before continuing, "I like the way your head works. Can there be music? Like something loud and obnoxious and also timed perfectly to all the bands and zings? You know, Fallout Boy screeching in the distance and all that."

Nate cupped his own cheek and gasped, "Me? Barbaric? Why I would never!"

Laughing, he leaned back on his hands and surveyed the school grounds. He slowly nodded, "That sounds like a great idea. We could probably rig something up with the P.A. system. We would need an in though. Unless you know how to pick locks."

Strad gave an exaggerated shrug and said, "We can bring someone else in if you really want. Personally, I don't like too many people working a job. Like to keep these sort of things small, ya know?"

Strad kicked his feet a bit and threw a rock off the ledge before adding, "So let's say I can pick locks."

Nate would nod slowly, "I agree. The less links in the chain, the less likely it is to break. Getting stabbed in the back really isn't my thing. I try to avoid that as much as possible."

The rock hit the ground with a rather satisfying thunk and shatter, "Hypothetically, that is a very useful skill to have."

Strad grinned at him, "In this economy? You better believe it.

"But yeah, so let's say I can pick locks so we don't have to get anyone else in on this. Here's me saying it: I can pick locks." Strad let out a breath of air before adding, "Man, it sure feels good to get all these dark secrets off my chest.

Nate chuckled, "I am glad that you were able to get that load off of your chest. The world must feel like a slightly less heavy place." He leaned back on his hands and eased into a handstand before flipping to stand straight up.

"Cuz I can definitely pick locks too. "

"The dream team is coming together I see." Strad spun around on his butt and made two finger guns and a clicking sound with his tongue at Nate.

He figured it was about time to get serious about all this though. One does not simply plan a prank all willy-nilly like and expect to get away with it. And Strad would be damned if he was getting kicked out of school because he was caught! Again.

Strad crossed his legs in front of him and rested his head on his fist, "So how are we doing this, man?"

Nate clutched his heart as if he were shot before spinning around and collapsing onto the ground, "So it is."

After sitting up Nate rested his elbows upon his knees. All joking aside. He wanted to do this but he definitely didn't want to get expelled. He had done a pretty solid job thus far staying out of too much trouble at this school and he didn't really want to make this the year when he got caught.

"I know some people who make a living off of making timed systems for fireworks." Illegal fireworks but who is counting here? " They taught me a thing or two. I have the goods stored on a safe, off-site location. I figured we could program the device together so we can figure out the timing to the music and all that good stuff and I can sneak up onto the roof in the middle of the night a day or so before and set it up. I can control it from the dorms so we don't even have to be on location for this if we can rig something up for the music and have it play on it's own."

Strad felt his jaw clench before he could stop the reaction. He kept his voice light and cheerful as he studied Nate's face from beneath his mop of curls, "Wow, dude! You've put a lot of thought into this."

He gave Nate a thumbs up and continued, "That sounds like a solid enough plan on it's own. What made you decide to get a partner for this?""

Nate made a mental note of the jaw clench. He definitely was not surprised that Strad didn't trust him. He nodded a little bit, "Yeah I have been thinking about it."

Wow this guy was a fake-y faker. And he was good at it. That was something that Nate could appreciate in a person. At least from a professional point of view.

"Dude. Pulling pranks alone is the most boring thing ever. Also I am not good at the whole rigging up music thing so I wanted to run it by someone else and see if they had any idea as to how to do that. Just because I can get into a place where I could play it doesn't mean I would know how to get it to play without my being in the room."

He shrugged and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Also you seem pretty chill."

Strad noticed Nate noticing his jaw clench and mentally cursed him for being observant. Though mostly he cursed himself for being that sloppy. In all honesty, he couldn't really blame Nate for being observant.

Strad hummed in response as he drummed his fingers on his cheek. "Same on all accounts," he told him.

"I can rig something up no problem. It shouldn't be that hard if you have the technical know how for setting up the firework equipment," Strad shrugged at him. "Like any good performance, it's just about timing."

Nate noticed him noticing etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. He got the feeling that the interactions that they had would probably be a lot of this. This would definitely be an interesting relationship.

"So basically what you are telling me at this point is we need to make a storyboard and plan timing."

Strad was already digging around in his backpack for a notebook - electing to completely ignore the fact that Nate was probably just as much as an observant paranoid asshole as himself. He nodded and said, "Basically. But before then I think it would be a better idea to pick a song."

He finally managed to find a pencil and his iPod. He popped the pencil in his mouth and he set up the notebook in front of him. It took him another moment of digging through his bag to find his speakers and plug his iPod into them.

"What are you thinking?"

Nate settled in next to Strad for better brainstorming abilities. Because clearly sitting next to the person you were plotting with would produce better ideas. Yes. Flawless logic.

"I was thinking something upbeat. Something that would definitely go well with the sound of thunderous fireworks at 1am. Do you think something instrumental would work better or something with lyrics?"

Strad considered this question deeply. Music was very important and the answer to this question would set the entire mood for the prank.

"That depends," he mused, "Are we putting on a show or are we out to annoy everyone? Personally, I would rather annoy everyone."

Nate definitely couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of him. This guy was great.

"Definitely just annoy the hell out of everyone. For sure."

Strad grinned at him, "Why have we never hung out before?"

Strad's grin was returned with one of it's kind, "Ya know, I'm not sure. We should definitely do this more."

Strad smiled down at his notebook and made a small noise of agreement.

"I'm thinking we should go with something of the electronic instrumental type."

Nate nodded.

"Sounds good. I don't know too much about the genres myself. I definitely want to hear whatever songs you might be thinking of though."

Strad leveled him with the most serious look he could muster with having nothing but fluffy hair to stare at, "None of the songs I have in mind for this are good."

Nate chuckled, "Well I would certainly hope so. Then they wouldn't be as annoying."

Strad held up two fingers. "I have two songs in mind. Here," he played the first song for him. It was a remix that anyone on the internet would probably be able to recognize if they were into memes at all.

Nate sat in stunned silence for a couple of minutes before slowly nodding.

"This is completely awful. It's great."

Strad grinned, happy to see that Nate could appreciate something that was truly horrible. "I'm glad you like it. Now here's the second song."

The second song was definitely more on the crud side; a different kind of horrible all together. But still a song that Strad was proud to have in the worst way possible.

Where this guy got these songs Nate had no idea but they were completely awful and exactly what he was looking for.

"They are both gold. Completely terrible but also strangely well made." He tapped the corner of his mouth with his index finger, "I think I would have to pick the first one for this. It is seasonally fitting. We could even color coordinate."

Strad nodded his head in agreement and grinned at him. Oh, yes. They were going to get along just nice.

"I'm glad we can agree on this," he singsonged. "And now! The storyboard!"

Nate rubbed his hands together and leaned in.

"The real question now being, do we want to story board in full color?"

Strad put the back of his hand to his forehead and leaned back slightly in a mock swoon. "Oh my, you sure know the way to a lady's heart, Mr. Nate," he said in a falsetto.

He dropped his hand and picked up his notebook to begin scribbling down columns for Time, Action, and Description.

"Let's get to work, shall we?"

Nate reached out to catch Strad in his fake swoon, "Careful darlin'. Wouldn't want you hurtin' yourself." He responded in an aggressive southern drawl.

He let go of Strad and dug some colored pencils out of his backpack.

"Let's."

The next couple of hours were dedicated to this wonderful prank. The two of them got so engrossed in creating their storyboard that the only thing that really stopped them from continuing was the fact that the sun had gone down.

Strad stretched and stood up on one fluid movement after he finished shoving all of his things into his bag. He didn't really know just how long he had been sitting on the roof, but it was long enough that he had a tingling feeling in his legs that he was pretty sure was not there before.

"Well, that was more fun then I thought it was going to be," he grinned at Nate. "See you next time I suppose?"

He wasn't entirely sure how to do the whole saying goodbye thing. Usually he just walked away from a conversation when he was done with it without saying anything.

Nate stood when Strad did. Wow yeah he definitely had those painful tingles in his legs. He had been sitting down for way too long. Maybe Strad would leave first and he could stretch his legs a little more without embarrassing himself too much.

"Right? Who would have known that planning out a fireworks show could be so interesting." He nodded, "Yeah. See you next time."

Strad stood there for a moment longer. Okay, so. This was the right time to leave, right?

He turned on his heels to leave. Leaving being hanging himself off the ledge of the roof and kicking off against the wall to propel himself at a tree a bit away. He caught one of the branches on the tree and swung himself to the safety of the ground before turning to wave one last time up at Nate. A cheerful grin still on his face. He was so pumped for this prank.

He walked away after that, pulling his headphones and iPod out of his bag as he walked. He and Nate were going to have a ton of fun together, he could feel it.

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