the evil evil plot of evilness

This is a drabble that's supposed to be for Thursday, but I decided to give it to everyone now. Because I just couldn't help it. I hope you enjoy it.


Laces
by Soyo

"Hey Jubes, your shoe's untied!" called Bobby down the hall, then ducked into the business classroom before a barrage of pafs could blur his vision. His laughter continued as he caught sight of Jean-Paul Beaubier poised before the window, shaking head stuck in the front page of a newspaper. CANADA LAUNCHES NUCLEAR ATTACK AGAINST USA read the bolded headline. A raised eyebrow and pressed together lips indicated that Jean-Paul didn't believe it for a second.

"And so the budding journalist returns to the scene of the crime," the ex-Alpha Flight member raised his head, and tossed the falsified newspaper back to Bobby. "Tell me Drake, where did you get time to type all this? And where is the real front page of my newspaper?"

"It certainly cut into my time of browsing-Ebay-while-I-was-supposed-to-be-working. Admit it. You found it funny." Bobby, never one to ask permission, took a seat in Jean-Paul's chair, using the desk as a footrest and disregarding any tests beneath his feet.

Jean-Paul reacted in such an immediate manner that it could only be credited to his superspeed. His hands passed over Bobby's shoes, shoving them onto the floor. "Feet off the desk. Are you twelve years old? Perhaps not. I've known twelve year olds with more subtlety." He scanned down the paper, finding the quote he was looking for and adopting an appropriate deadpan voice.. " 'You immature fast-food eating English-speaking dogs had it coming, ay, says Jean-Paul Beaubier, recently revealed as a spy for the nefarious Department H. Now that your defenses are weakened, we shall be able to send an army of mounties after you with hockey sticks. The time of the maple leaf is at hand. And do not call me JP.' I certainly do not talk like that, however, I am suprised that you understand an intermediate-level word such as nefarious. And you chose to sign your work, too." He held up a post it note that Bobby had stuck to the newspaper page, inscribed with the words April Fools, suckers. "Bravo, Drake."

Bobby laughed for a good minute before finally regaining his ability to talk. "God I wish I had a recording of you reading that. Could you do it again, with a maniacal laugh on the end?"

"Or maybe you could leave my classroom."

"But this is a comfortable chair..."

"The students will be coming in soon, and I shall force them to giggle about Real World or Dawson's Creek until you leave. Even if it costs me my own sanity."

That got him up. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving." He threw his hands in the air and started walking towards the door.

"Oh, and Drake?"

"Yeah?" While making a half-turn, a sudden shift in friction caused Bobby to lose his footing and fall. "Ow, shit."

Jean-Paul's voice was once again deadpan. "I forgot to tell you. Your shoe was untied. I believe there is a certain exasperating Americanism that should accompany this occasion?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Bobby climbed to his feet and made his way out as the first few students straggled in. Jean-Paul watched him leave as a rare smirk crossed his features. There didn't need to be a day set aside for Drake to make a fool of himself, and if there was, the twenty-four hours couldn't contain it all. But a day like this could also serve as a good reminder for just how endearing his foolishness was.


eta: DISCLAIMER
I do not own the Bobby or JP. Don't sue. I have no money, okay?
Additionally, if this fic causes you to snort ice cream and it kills you, I'm not responsible. Don't sue for that either.