A/N: So here's chapter 2. Hope you like it. Comment and Vote!!

After finishing addressing every one of Sam’s complaint letters- and trust me, stripper club owners get a lot of them- and arranging his finances I left the office to get Chelsea and go home.

“Chelsea?” I asked looking behind the stage.

“Hey,” she smiled at me from behind a man, “Have you met John?”

John turned around to see me and he practically knocked me over by jumping on top of me, “Hey, Lexi!”

“Have I?” I asked sarcastically.

“I just asked John if he wanted to come back to the house with us for dinner,” Chelsea grinned adoringly at the back of his head.

“It’ll be fun Lex, we can plan out our prank,” he pulled his teeth over his bottom lip to give me a weird smile.

Of course Chelsea liked this freak, I thought. No matter how badly I didn’t want John at our house I knew she did. And how could I stand in the way of her happiness? She’s my best friend and I wanted her to be happy- even if I wasn’t.

“First, don’t call me Lex. Second, it’s your prank. And third… you can ride in Chelsea’s car,” I sighed.

She smiled gratefully and walked out through the back door with John. I gave them a head start so they could a little extra time together when they got back to our house.

“Lexi,” Trisha called for me at the bar.

“Hey,” I sat at one of the red, spinning the bar stools.

“Did you see the boss’s son? Jake or something like that,” she asked pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail.

“John,” I laughed, “And he just left with Chelsea to go to our house.”

She gave me a stern, motherly look and handed me a bottle of vodka.

“Whoa, what’s this?” I asked wide eyed.

Trish was more motherly to me than my mother and now she was handing me a bottle of alcohol. It wasn’t as if she was older like a mom, but she took care of me like that. She was actually rather young. She was only twenty four and she was so pretty. Her long hair fell around her thin face perfectly. She was fairly tan and had sweet, brown eyes that she dressed up in different colored makeup every day. She was thin and short, making her seem much more fragile than she actually was.

“Sam wanted to send some back with his son,” she shrugged.

“With his underage son and employees?” I asked skeptically.

“He hired an underage bartender,” she held up her hands as if to it’s not her problem.

“That makes it sound like you’re bad mouthing Sam. He did that as a huge favorite to you,” I snapped then softened my voice, “And you’re great at your job.”

“Whatever, give that to John and stay away from it yourself,” she warned.

“Thanks Mom,” I rolled my eyes and got up to leave.

“Yeah, yeah,” she called after me, “Be good.”

I walked through the almost abandoned parking lot to my car. I fumbled with the keys and when I finally managed to unlocked the car got in. I started the car and drove down the streets. People rarely came out at six thirty. This town seemed to be more inclined toward the night life. In fact I was surprised I got out of the office that early. I was expecting to be working late as usual. I suppose Sam was going to stay late tonight instead of me.

I groaned when I pulled into my driveway and I remembered John was over. He really wasn’t horrible. I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with someone like him today.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car to my house. I opened the door and foolishly called for John and Chelsea, though I had just seen her car in the driveway. I followed their voice into the living room and saw that they had bought pizza and paper planes.

“What took so long?” Chelsea raised an eyebrow.

I brought the bottle of vodka up to my head level and waved it around in my hand, “Trish gave me a present for John.”

“I love presents,” John beamed like a cute five year old boy.

“Well, thank your dad next time you see him,” I handed him the bottle and grabbed a slice as I plopped down in my hanging chair.

I had a sudden flash back to the day I bought this chair. Chelsea was so against it. ‘It doesn’t match the décor,’ were her exact words. She was right, of course. The chair was clear with a sliver rim and white cushion, the colors matched. The rest of the room was white, clear, or gray. Our three seated sofa was in the middle of the room with a clear coffee table sitting in front of it and a one seated gray seat next to the right, by the kitchen. The coat closet was white and so were the wall accents. The walls were gray just like our television stand and television itself. There was a large, white, fuzzy rug on the hard wood floors under the couch. The colors were perfectly fine. I think the chain was her real problem, but now every time I’m not in the room I saw her seeking a sit in it.

“Chelsea, do you own anything super sexy?” he asked.

Our jaws dropped. She managed to regain her composure just enough to answer him.

“John, I know I’m a stripper, but we just met,” she glared at him.

He had a confused look for a moment, then it turned to apologetic, “I didn’t mean it like that! I need that for Lexi, for the prank. But she has something up her butt and probably doesn’t own anything too hot.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed at the same time Chelsea giggled and said, “Sure.”

“Thanks,” John beamed at her then turned to me, “And sorry.”

I groaned, but knew he was right. I don’t own anything that could be considered remotely hot. Then a thought occurred to me, if he’s asking a stripper for clothes, am I going to be dressed as one?

“John are you going to dress me as a stripper?” I asked appalled.

“No,” he laughed, “Don’t worry. It’s just a harmless prank that won’t insult your dignity.”

I glared skeptically at him and sighed, “Fine, what will I be wearing?”

He turned towards Chelsea, “What do you have?”

She gestured for us to follow her to her room. When we got up there I realized how long it’s been since I made her clean her room up. There was a pile of dirty laundry hanging out of the hamper in the side of her room. Across her bed were hundreds of different bras she had either worn or just tried on. Make up was spilled along the top of her mirror and dresser. The floor was covered in dirty plates, clothing and half-finished board games that her dates never made it through.

“Remind me to make you clean your room,” I mumbled.

“I heard that,” she shot me a look and dug through her clothes.

John and I pushed the bras awkwardly to the side and sat on her bed. Before I knew it the boy had me cracking up. I was beginning to think maybe this kid wasn’t so horrible.

“How about this?” She came trudging out of her crowded closet and handed John and I a skimpy black dress.

I’d seen Chelsea wear this before. It clung to her body like it was holding on for life. It was fairly low cut, but not at a point where I couldn’t manage, and ended just above the knee.

He eyed it at my body and grinned, “Perfect.”

“Now that we got that covered, what is this prank actually about?” I asked curious now.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he assured me, “I have it all planned out. When it comes time, just follow my led. No matter what.”

“Okay,” I nodded a tad afraid of what this prank was.

“I’ll pick you up this Friday at seven thirty, okay?”

“I have work until ten,” I informed him.

He rolled his eyes, “I’ve got that covered.”

“Oh, yeah,” I trailed off embarrassed.

Chelsea waved goodbye and came to sit on the bed with me.

“He’s great, isn’t he?” she swooned.

I shrugged, “He’s okay.”

She grimaced bitterly, “You’re just saying that because that guy emotionally crippled you. That was in high school you need to get over that.”

“First of all Noah is not just ‘that guy’,” I could hearing my voice going up the angrier I got, “Secondly, it was after high school. Fourteen months ago.”

“You keep track of the time,” her eyebrows knitted, “That’s so sad.”

“Shut up,” I gently pushed her off the bed.

She giggled and pulled herself back up, “Sorry, Lexi. I just think it’s time you move on.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I sighed.

She let it drop and threw an arm over my shoulder, “Do you have work Thursday?”

“No,” I eyed her excitement suspiciously, “Why?”

 “Perfect,” she beamed, “We’ll have a real girl’s day. I’ll even pay for the spa.”

“You got tipped well tonight?” we giggled until I realized what she had said, “The spa?”

“Stop whining,” she looked at me sternly, “Besides it’ll be perfect for John’s prank.”

“He told you!” I huffed, “What is it?”

She motioned that her lips were zipped and sang, “I can’t tell you.”

I scowled at her, “I’m starting to think he’s actually pranking me.”

She thought before she answered, “Nah, he likes you too much to prank you.”

“What makes you think he likes me? He’s been torturing me all day,” I complained.

“Because he told me what his prank is,” she boasted.

I moaned and looked down at her clock. It was only ten and I was exhausted. I felt as if I could sleep forever. I wanted to sleep forever, simply to avoid the rest of this week. It was Tuesday and this week was only going to go downhill. Chelsea was going to drag me to the spa and I was going to have to deal with John's ridiculous prank. I didn’t mind helping him so much as I minded what I’d be wearing. I couldn’t believe I was nervous over a prank. John wouldn’t make me do anything horrible… I hoped.

Chelsea pushed me off the bed, “Lexi, wake up!”

“Ow,” I frowned as I sat up on the ground, “Why’d you do that?”

“Why were you just staring at the ground, not answering me?” she asked angrily.

“Oh,” I blushed, “Sorry. I must’ve zoned out.”

“You think?” she asked rhetorically then got to the point, “Want to go out tonight?”

“Do I ever want to go out?” I eyed her wearily.

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’, “One of these days I’m going to make you come.”

“Good luck,” I stood up to leave, “And goodnight.”

“You’re cheesy,” she smiled and shut the door behind me.

I walked down our long hallway to my room and shut the door.  I did a quick scan of my room to make sure everything was in order before I crashed onto my pillow. The white bathroom door was closed as was my closet door. My bed was still messy from the night before. The dark purple satin sheets were fumbled along with the matching black lace comforter. My black, wooden night stand was seated next to my bed with a black and purple lamp on top of it. Beside my closet was a black dresser and on the opposite wall from my bathroom was a small out cove with a three side window and seat with dark purple cushions. There was a tiny hall leading to a door on the same wall as my bed.

I walked to the door and locked it. Outside of the door was a balcony that peered over mine and Chelsea’s yard. Finally I got back to my bed and collapsed. It could’ve been the best night’s sleep I had in fourteen months, if it wasn’t for the rude awakening I had gotten the next morning.