Carl v. Ash Cannon Prep

“It’s Britney bitch!”Ahh, another morning of I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here! Carl thinks to himself as he slams the off button on his alarm—Only Britney Spears’ masterpiece, Gimme More, didn’t stop playing. Through his morning fog, Carl realizes—fuck that’s Dave’s alarm!“Dave!” he hisses into the darkness, hoping his roommate would hear his pleas.No answer. Goddamnit. This is the last time I’m letting a client sleep in my dorm house.Dorm house.The concept of it alone was ridiculous; but then again, so was being a teen lawyer representing other teens at a boarding school for the super-rich and famous. A dorm house at Ash Cannon Prep was basically having an entire house to yourself instead of the one room most boarding school kids get. And must share.Carl Cosgrove’s dorm house was typically empty. But seeing as he had an important court date today and needed his client to actually show up, this was the only method he could think of in terms of making sure Dave

Present Day...“CARL! WE’RE HERE!” Dave shakes Carl awake. He must’ve fell asleep and was just dreaming. But one look into his bag with the manual peeking out ever so slightly and it hit him—the stuff that went down between him and the real Carl were very much real. And there was no easy way out of this.“Alright gentlemen, welcome to planet of the rich and stupid! Also known as our school. Carl, I know what you’re thinking and yes, we’re late and also no I cannot call Ryan Reynolds to bail you out of this one. Judge Louis will probably kill you anyways because you don’t even have an argument prepared,” Orville says plainly and Carl slams his head into his hands.Why out of all days does it have to be today that I’m late?! This is the most important hearing of my life! Or at least that’s what the manual said.“Dad, cheer up! At least it’s sunny! And the boys from the volleyball team are out practicing on the field today,” Dave says innocently. Carl didn’t even catch that he had on

Carl felt his world spin out of control. Here he was, caught red-handed by only the cutest boy he already imagined his whole future with. He hoped Kyle didn’t notice the burning red color that was starting to creep on his cheeks. “Well, I guess you know what time it is, right?” Kyle says in a casual tone. Carl gulps. “What?” he asks, confused and slightly scared. What does he mean by that?Kyle points to the other side of the room, where a big desk with microphones and headphones are set up neatly, waiting to be used. “It’s podcast time! You promised you would do an episode with me, remember?”Not wanting to blow his cover, Carl immediately nods but on the inside, he was crying frantically. What are we going to talk about? If he starts asking a lot of questions, I’m dead.“Well? Don’t be a stranger, have a seat and let’s do this!” Kyle politely pulls out a chair for Carl and Carl hesitantly sits. Now any focus Carl had previously on the mission at hand went out the window because

“Okay, but what about this: Your Honor, Dave Owens is a slut,” Remi Movato reads off a piece of paper.“Yeah, no, I love that. But before slut, add huge. That way, it’s more accurate,” Dave replies and the boys have to stifle their laughter.Remi and Dave have been bonding over what she should say about him for the next court hearing for at least an hour and a half, all without Remi noticing that it’s Dave she’s talking to. So far in her speech, Carl counted three sluts, five skanks and one mega beyotch who deserves to get murdered. They were only on the first paragraph.“Oh my god, Davina, you’re so right though,” Remi replies to Dave, or “Davina,” his “girl” name he came up with for this situation.The sleepover was going well, and the boys were enjoying themselves, something they didn’t expect at all. From the moment they arrived though, they realized there was too many witnesses that would get in the way of them kidnapping Remi. So, their new approach? Get close to Remi and get th

It was super early into the morning, about 4 am when the real Carl decided to give fake Carl a call. He wanted to check in to see how the Rock Camp 3 mission was doing. He also needed to hear someone’s voice, anyone’s voice. Being cooped up in his family’s vacation home had him going insane and he was desperate to find something to fill the empty void he felt being all alone with his thoughts. Binging TV shows and playing video games all day was slowly but surely losing its appeal by the second.Raking his hand through his bed hair, Carl Cosgrove yawned loudly and stretched his arms towards the ceiling. He found himself walking towards the vanity in the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw his reflection. His face in particular looked weary and exhausted. But had there ever been a time when it wasn’t? Carl was pretty sure there was, but he couldn’t remember exactly when.He grabbed his phone that was on the table part of the vanity and found his doppelganger’s name in his rec