Much Ado Part 4

“Well that went well,” Connor sighed, dropping down onto the worn out couch in John’s basement bedroom.

“Oh, shut up, Connor,” said Brad, slumping down beside him. John followed into the room, moving to his bed and laying down. He grabbed a baseball off the nightstand and began to throw it up into the air, catching it, then throwing it again.

“So now what? I know you two, you’re gonna come up with some other plot to mess with them,” Connor said matter-of-factly, leaning into the corner of the couch. John said nothing.

“Actually, I did have an idea,” began Brad. John looked over, but still remained silent. Connor looked at him hopefully. “Well, you know that girl Marcy?” he asked.

“The one you suck face with every day before biology,” commented Connor absently, before being knocked in the arm by Brad’s fist. “Ouch! Geez, sorry,” he whined.

“Anyway… well, it may be a long shot, but she does look just like Hannah, at least from behind,” he added when Connor gave him a questioning look.

“And?” said John quietly. Brad looked at him, seeming a little surprised by the verbal response.

“Well, like I said, they look alike… What if we tricked Chris and Pat into thinking she was Hannah? If he saw me with her and thought it was his Hannah, well, he’s sure to blow his lid,” Brad laughed.

“That’s ridiculous, Brad,” said Connor, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, it could work!” Brad retaliated.

“Sush,” said John, still tossing the ball up and down. Both boys stared at him, silently. “That’s actually not a bad idea,” John said simply. “I’m in no rush though. Homecoming is in a few weeks… we can do it before then,” he said. Connor and Brad exchanged looks.

“Whatever you say, John,” Connor said unsurely, but he shrugged it off, falling further into the depths of the couch.