{Dangerous era – 1991 Black Or White shoot}.

I must apologise cos I didn't write the name of the user who requested this one down. If you recognise it, please message me and I'll tag you.

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"Okay, Kendra, Mac, come here," Michael tells me and Macaulay Culkin.

He's been filming his short film Black Or White recently, and he's been doing a great job, too.

Me and Mac approach Michael cautiously; we can never tell when he has a prank up his sleeve. He's the King Of Pranks.

"What, Mike?" Mac asks.

"You know John, right?" he begins.

Me and Mac nod, ushering Michael on. A smirk forms on his face, and he clasps his hands together and rubs them.

"Well ... I think we should prank him."

"How?" I ask.

"That's the thing," he grins. "You guys are gonna help me with a plan."

"I like the sound of that," Mac smirks just like Michael is.

"Then we better get thinking," Michael states.

"Well ... we've done water balloons before. We did stink bombs two weeks ago, and ... there's almost nothing we haven't used," Mac starts.

"Hmm ..." Michael suddenly gets an idea. "Mac! That's it!"

Mac gives a confused look, "Huh? What's it?"

"You say we've done water balloons and stink bombs ... but what about pie?" he smiles mischievously, "More specifically, cream pie?"

Mac bites his lip, feeling satisfied at Michael's idea. "That works, Michael."

"Kendra?" he looks at me.

"Yeah, I like the sound of that too," I answer.

"Great," Michael says. "Then let's start preparing."

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The room is set. There's a large table with rows of pies and cream cans. It's gonna be a good fight.

"And I'll sit John in the chair," Mac starts explaining. "And you—"

"And I'll start talkin'," Michael takes over, "Sayin' stuff like "John, we want to express our gratitude for your help with the short film, and ..." I'll think of something."

"Hello guys?"

John's voice is heard outside the door. Michael gives a mischievous grin, biting his lip to contain his amusement.

"Mac, go let him in," Michael says.

Mac nods, walking over to the door and opening it for John to come in.

"Hey John!" he says over-enthusiastically, "We got a surprise for ya!"

John averts his eyes around the large number of cream pies on the table, "This looks very suspicious, Mac."

Mac gives a puzzled look, "Whaaaat?" he laughs, "Hah, no! Come on, sit down; I wanna give you a little something. Michael has a few words for you too."

Mac sits John at the table, taking a pie from it and holding it in his hand. Michael stands to John's side, and begins expressing fake gratitude.

"So, John, we just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for the short film—" Michael starts, as Mac gradually moves closer to John's back, "And making Black Or White has been such fun thanks to you, and—" Mac ends up right behind him, but lets Michael continue a little first, "And I hope we can make more short films in the future, because—"

"And John? John?" Mac suddenly calls.

John removes his glasses, and turns around to find a pie in his face. We all burst into laughter, then Michael grabs a squirty cream can and a pie, and starts shooting directly towards John.

John cries out with laughter, lifting a pie from the table and throwing it. He manages to catch Michael's back, making Michael shriek in amusement. He starts spraying the cream from the can everywhere, hitting me and Mac.

His laughter is simply beautiful, and quite simply contagious. Seeing him smile makes me happy and giggly too.

I take a cream pie from the table, and aim it at Michael, hitting the back of his head, completely ruining his curls. He squeals with laughter, before using his squirty cream to get me back.

Mac takes another can, squirting the contents all over John and Michael, causing me to laugh hysterically, and I decide to strike Mac with another pie.

The fight continues until there are only fragments of pie left, and all the cream cans are empty.

"I totally won that!" Michael states, doing a little victory dance.

"Get outta town! I won that!" I argue playfully.

"Nah! I'm happy to stay in town so I can be showered in praises that I won!" he retorts.

Mac and John are gone now. They've left the clearing up to me and Michael, despite it being late at night.

"Yeah, yeah; whatever, Jackson!" I chuckle.

We both share a laugh, but then our laughter subsides, and we become more serious. Michael looks at me, letting his eyes wander around my body, until he stops at my lips.

"Y-You got a little cream on your lips, still," he says.

"Oh," I smile, "Could you get it off?"

"Sure," he answers.

He moves closer to me, so we're only centimetres apart, and he looks down on me.

"Um ... listen. I'm gonna get this cream off in a slightly strange way. I hope you won't judge me for it," he tells me.

"Of course," I assure him.

Then, he leans in and pecks at my lips once, before pulling away. I see the cream that was once on my mouth; but on his instead. He licks his lips, before swallowing.

"Sorry ... I like the taste," he explains himself.

Whether that was supposed to come across as flirty, I don't know ... but I like it.

"It's cool ... totally cool ... " I answer.

He squints his eyes again, still looking at my lips, "You know, I think you still got some cream there ... "

Before I can say a single word, he leans in once more, tilting his head and letting his lips capture mine in a kiss. I feel the tip of his tongue meet my lips, so I open my mouth to let it in.

My hands reach up and yank his curls – still sticky and white from the fight earlier – and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

I like this way of getting cream off my mouth ...

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Sorry the ending is abrupt. And ... I know you only requested the fight, but I decided to let you and Michael kiss as well. Hope it didn't suck too bad for you.