“Mommy! Mother! Janine! Mom!”

                “Kory, shut up,” mom groaned, coming into the living room. “What do you want?”

                I gave her an innocent smile. “Can you hand me the remote?”

                She glanced at the remote that was just out of reach of my hand and sighed in annoyance. She walked over and picked it up, bonking me on the head with it before handing it to me.

                “Hey!” I whined, rubbing my head as I snatched the remote out of her hand. “No need to be rude about it!”

                She sat on the arm of the chair. “So, where’s Trace?”

                “He’s helping Mikey do some work,” I said with a shrug.

                Mom stood up and ruffled my hair. “I’m going to head out and do some grocery shopping. I’ll pick Brandon up from work and we’ll be home around five. Call me if you need me,” she said, kissing my cheek.

                “Bye mommy-dearest!” I said cheerfully, waving to her as she left the house.

                Hm…now what was I supposed to do without parental supervision or my stepbrother here to keep an eye on me? I could just sit here and keep watching TV or…

                I jumped up, grinning. I turned the TV off and basically sprinted up the stairs and into Trace’s bedroom. I moved over to his bed and climbed onto it.

                “Trace’s bed, I have made love with him many, many times on you. But today, you shall serve me a different purpose,” I said, standing up.

                “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” I cheered as bounced up and down on the bed, careful not to whack my head on the ceiling as I continued to jump.

                I did that for about two minutes before hearing the front door opening. I immediately stopped jumping and my eyes widened a little. I hopped off of the bed and scrambled to fix it so that Trace wouldn’t know I had been jumping on it.

                “What are you doing in my room?”

                I spun to face Trace and blushed lightly. “Uh, well, I certainly wasn’t jumping on your bed or anything,” I said, flashing him an innocent smile.

                “You’re so immature Kory!” he snapped. I frowned at him.

                “Are you okay Trace?” I asked.

                “No, I’m not okay. Because I have to live with a stupid, immature stepbrother. Get out of my room! Don’t go in my room!” he said, grabbing my arm and forcing me out of his bedroom.

                I stumbled out into the hallway and managed to catch my balance. I stared at Trace in confusion. He joked around with me roughly, but he was never serious about it.

                “Trace, what the hell? What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?” I asked in concern, moving towards him.

                “Ye, something did happen Kory. Juliet happened,” he said, shoving me away from himself. “I wasn’t really with Mikey. I was with her. And she and I are back together. She was right. I’m not a stupid faggot like you.”

                “Trace,” I whispered.

                “We’re through. Don’t fucking talk to me anymore Kory,” he growled, slamming his bedroom door in my face.

                I stared at his door in shock. I walked over and gently rested my hand on the door handle. Should I go in there and try to talk to him…?

                “Juliet? Hey!”

                Trace’s happy voice drifted out to me. I gulped, my grip on the door handle tightening.

                “Yea, I broke it off with him. It’s just you and me now,” he said. He paused and laughed. “Yea, I guess you’re right. I will in a minute.”

                I turned and slowly walked into my bedroom, shutting the door quietly. I weakly fell onto my bed and felt my eyes watering.

                I shakily wiped a tear away and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I buried my face against my knees and tried to keep from sobbing.

                Okay Kory, keep calm. Surely there had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. Surely Trace wouldn’t just break up with me out of nowhere. He told me he loved me. He had been so sincere. He had-

                “OH MY GOD RAPE!” I shrieked as someone placed their hand on my shoulder. I jumped away and spun around.

                Trace frowned at me. “Kory, are you crying?” he asked in confusion.

                “Trace, did I do something wrong?” I asked desperately, crawling back over to him. “Look, we can talk about this!”

                Trace looked completely confused for a second before face-palming himself. “Kory, pull out your phone. Check the date,” he said with a sigh, pulling his hand away from his face.

                I pulled out my cell phone, absent-mindedly glancing at the date. “Trace, I don’t care that it’s the first day of April. I love you, and I-”

                “It’s April Fool’s Day Kory!” he said, slapping a hand over my mouth and rolling his eyes.

                I froze before slowly pulling his hand away from my mouth. “You were with Mikey, weren’t you? That was him on the phone just now?”

                Trace nodded impatiently.

                “And this was your idea of a prank?”

                He nodded again.

                “I hate you so much! Oh my god! I hope you get finagled by a hobo!” I shouted, punching him in the chest. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

                Trace rubbed his chest and sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek.            

                “I thought you knew what today was. Hell, I thought you’d figure out that I was just joking with you. Of course I’d never get back with Juliet. I love you, Kory. You and only you,” he promised, kissing my deeply.

                I turned in his arms and pushed him back on my bed. I crawled on top of him and kissed him, gripping his hips and grinding against him furiously. I moved my hands up under his shirt, rubbing his chest.

                Trace kissed me back passionately, pulling my shirt off. He licked my bottom lip and I granted his tongue access to my mouth. He grinded back against me, his body jerking slightly as my thumbs grazed his nipples.

                Our tongues rubbed against each other, and I smirked to myself, feeling Trace getting hard. I broke away from his mouth, kissing down his neck.

                “Hey Trace?” I whispered in his ear before nibbling it.

                “What, Kory?” he groaned.

                “APRIL FOOLS MOTHERFUCKER!”

                I rolled off of him. He sat up and blushed as he adjusted himself. I cackled evilly as I watched him.

                “Kory!” he snapped, glaring at me. “Not funny!”

                “Neither is making me think you’re breaking up with me!” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

                He sighed in annoyance. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m sorry. I deserved that,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing me.

                I cuddled up against him and smiled. “I love you Trace. You better not ever leave me,” I said sternly, kissing him.

                “I promise I won’t Kory. Well, I guess happy April Fool’s Day you goof,” he said, smiling slightly and kissing me.

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A.N.- Meh, just a little special since I didn't do anything for Easter x3 If there's any other couple you guys want one for, I can try to write it, so just let me know in the comments :3