Bittersweet

Boom Bitch

James trotted over to me holding various cans, bottles, and plastic bags. He tossed me a bag of water ballons and said,
"Fill these up with water." I however had a more evil plan. I looked at the bottle of shaving cream he had brought out and a bottle of barbecue sauce. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He tossed me both bottles and I meraculously caught both. I filled the ballons 3/4ths of the way up with water and the rest either with barbecue sauce or shaving cream. He opened the wooden gate to his front yard and poured dish soap all over the concrete. I put two cans of silly string in my pockets and tied my hair up in a pony tail. He shut the gate and peered over the ledge. I on the other hand could not see over the ledge, and he laughed when he saw me jumping up and down to try and see.
"Haha very funny. Now help me onto that crate like a good boy so I can see too," I grumbled. He obeyed, still giggling at my shortness. I peeked over the gate and saw the concrete comoletely covered in soap. The sun reflected off of it, but it was hard to tell out was there.
I heard the sounds of angry grumblings and I knew what was happening. I ducked down immediately and James kissed my cheek in assurance. He nodded at me and held up three fingers. Two. One.
"GO!" he yelled and chucked a barbecue ballon at Sam. It hit him square in the face!
"OH SHIT!" I yelled. "NICE SHOT!" I threw a multitude of ballons at him, as did James. When a fuming Sam came stomping towards us, I threw the ballon that made him slip on the soap and fall on his butt. I burst out laughing and almost fell off my perch. Without any hesitation, Sam got up and kicked down the gate. He was a raging mess! James and I retreated to the other side of the house were he hid begind a tree and I climbed up one. Sam had walked just below were I was hung and I dropped in his shoulders.
"BOOM BITCH," I yelled as I sprayed silly string in his face. I jumped off and began to run towards the house when Sam roughly grabbed my arm.