Saint Joseph School

Antoine waited till the quad grew quiet. Okay, as quiet as it ever got with Linebacker Bill snoring like a buzzsaw biting into hardwood. Seeing that it was all clear, he crept quietly over to Bill's shaving kit and took out his shave cream. Filling the boy's hand to overflowing with mounds of fluffy white cream, Oby walked over to Glacial's shoes, and put just a small amount on the side of the shoe. Using the shoe, he made a few footprints leading back to Alex's bed, leaving the incriminating shoe with its mate.

Walking back, trying hard to stiffle the laugh threating to burst forth from his mouth, he grabbed the last piece of the triumph. A small feather that he dropped just under Bill's nose, as he started a huge inhale for the next blast of snores. Oby had barely enough time to dart back to his bed before he heard the inevitable, the abrupt interruption of Bill's breath, followed by the wet smack as his hand came up to brush away the tickling feather.

"BWAAAAHHHT" Bill's roar was enough to waken everyone in the quad, if not the rest of the dorm. The other three boys started awake to see Bill jump from his bed, face buried in a mass of white foam. Once the haze of sleep fell from them, laughter erupted. Bill wiped foam from his eyes, leaving two holes in the white mask, which prompted further gales of laughter from the other three.

"Sleep shaving, Bill? That's a new one." Alex managed to get out between fits of laughter, watching as Bill danced around trying to get the shaving cream off his face, flinging gobs of white around the room.

"Shaving, that's a relief, I thought he had rabies!" Oby laughed, ducking a gobbet of foam flung in his direction.

"You tink dis funny, Alex?" Bill turned, spying the shoe and footprints. "Bill get you back, you see." Despite the threat, the smile that peeked out from a beard of shaving cream made Alex laugh all the harder.

"What....wait, you think..." Alex couldn't help still laughing, even when he spotted the shoe. He looked up and noticed Oby, who only laughed, throwing a wink towards his roomie.

Alex couldn't stop himself from laughing, but a rising sense of dread in his stomach was slowing his hysterics.

“Bill! Come on! I'm not that stupid. This is so obviously a plant! And I'm totally not the kind of guy to do this. I would not mess with you when you're sleeping.”

Alex looked at the footprints incredulously, laughing. “I mean, come on! What the hell, did I walk through a puddle of the stuff? And could I have untied my shoes between the time I woke you up and got into bed? I bet you, can almost promise you, that Antoine's hand smells like shaving cream. Go check, Bill.”

Rubbing his eye, Alex grinned. “Sorry, roomie. You gotta do way, way better than that.”

Bill turned to look at Antoine, brow furrowing in confusion under the mass of shaving cream, that was now dripping off his face.

"Of course my hand smells like shaving cream, NOW." Oby smiled as he showed his hand, which had just wiped away a glob of shaving cream off the wall where it had been flung by Bill. "C'mon Bill, he's trying to divert blame." When Bill turned back to Alex, Antoine flashed Alex a cocky grin.

"BWWAAHAHAHAHAHA, you two play joke on Bill. Dat good one. Bill wake up with mess all over face." Bill roared with laughter, "Dis be a fun game. Now Bill tink of some joke to play on you!"

Antoine's grin fell fast, and blank shock was echoed in both Alex and Antoine's faces. 'Oh Shit' both boys mouthed, and then started laughing again. This was going to be some year...

Oby waited until Bill's snores started and threatened to shake down the walls of the dorm. Once that started, he knew that pretty much anyone asleep would sleep through anything short of an explosion in the quad.

Oby flipped the fishing line over the light fixtures, and ever so carefully, using his ability to meld with shadows, tied on one end of the line to the curtain rod closest to Alex's bed. Several repeats of this, and he attached the other end of the line to the costume he had purchased. The "Scream" ghost mask and tattered robe. Pulling, slowly, agonizingly inch by inch, so as not to wake anyone, the ghost took flight, till it hovered about 4 ft directly over Alex. Oby tied off the ends of the fishing line, and crept back to his bed, trying hard not to let the fit of laughter escape.

Now all there was to do was wait till Alex woke up.