Mischievous

My favorite past times growing up were to play cops and robbers on bicycles in my neighborhood growing up, having secret club meetings in a clearing of bushes or in abandoned houses in the neighborhood, and singing in my elementary school performing group. When playing cops and robbers I never really wanted to be the cop...being the good guy chasing down the bad guys never was that appealing to me, but I always enjoyed being the robber and I typically was very difficult to catch. There has always been something about being a little mischievious that has always been exciting to me. It is of this Mischieviousness that I wish to relate.

Now, to add a note of discretion, I have never done anything THAT bad, so lets not get carried away. I have seen this enjoyment of this need to be mischevious carried out in other times in my life as well. One time my cousin Camille, my sisters Alyssa and Melanie, a friend of ours named Todd, and I decided it would be fun to play hide and go seek in a local development of new homes. they had a grouping of 4 homes that were designated models that prospective clients could tour for the purpose of purchasing. I, being a mature 15 yr. old thought it wise to play parts, I decided to tour the homes as an interested architecture student (Im sure I was very believeable), my cousin Camille and Todd pretended to be a young married couple looking for a home, my other sisters went with them. The reason for this trickery was to avoid any accusations from the Real Estate Agent overseeing the properties that there was any tom foolery going on. Once inside our enjoyment began! I beleive I was "it" first while everyone hid. The nice thing about model homes is that they are well furnished with ample places to hide. I obviously had no problems locating everyone hiding (ha ha ha) which continued on for several more rounds. All of sudden my cousin Camille "had a brilliant idea" in which Melanie would be "it" and we would help Todd hide by having him ly down where the pillows are placed on the bed in the Master bedroom and then carefully place the pillows over the top of him and then we would all leave. Unbeknowns to him, we were all in on this little secret! I nonchalantly left the house walking past the real estate agent...trying to be subtle only to look out the window to see my cousin Camille and my sisters hop the fence and run full speed up the street. The real estate agent send a furiously condescending look, and I in turn politely smile back and book it out the door in pursuit of my cousin....no sooner had I left I turn to see the agent head into the house where Todd is conveniently hidden in the bed.

We all hopped into the car to eagerly await the outcome of said trickery, but to the surprise of my cousin Camille and my older sister Melanie who were seated in the front two seats of the car, two young men who happened to be standing out on the front lawn of the adjacent house where our car was parked just up the road from the model homes, approached the car, in what appeared to be an attempt at making friendly contact. Hmmm. The dialogue was (to the best of my knowledge) as follows:
gentleman #1: Hey guys, whats up? Whats you're names?
Camille: Oh Hi! My name is Ariel, and this is my sister Belle. What are your names?
Gentleman #2: Oh his name is ******* and my name is ******. Are you both in high school?
Camille: oh yes we go to school around here at _________ high school, what about you guys?

(I should mention that Camille had long since graduated high school, being nearly 22 and Melanie is sitting closest to the window where these boys are standing and she is repulsed by their manner of dress and appearance and moreover mortified that my cousin is having fun stringing them along, but read on the story gets better)

Gentleman #1: Oh we go to Orangecrest! ( I should clarify that Orangecrest was a continuation school for drop outs...which would make sense why they seemed so oblivious to the fact that we all had Disney names.....derrrr)
Camille: Oh wow! that is awesome......

At this point, we hadnt noticed that Todd had escaped the house not getting caught by the real estate agent, and was approaching the car.

Camille: ......you know Im married to that man coming up the road right there, his name is Eric, but Belle here still really needs a date to the prom.
(Melanie at this point was mortified, but they ironically seemed interested as "Eric" hopped in the car)
Camille: Well, we should keep in touch.....call us.
Then we drove away.