The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 27• Bombs Fired and Night Owls

Chapter 27• Bombs Fired and Night Owls

When we woke before the guys the next morning, Bridget and I were so full of energy we even surprised ourselves. But instead of using that energy on figuring out why we were both so energetic, we decided to put the energy to good use.

That would be the explanation as to why we are currently making baby-powder filled water ballon bombs.

Next, we snuck our way into the kitchen, emptied the fruit bowl and put the fruit bowl holding the bombs under the island bench.

We knew this was going to make a massive mess so we intelligently chucked on a tank top and shorts underneath an apron. Honestly, we weren't worried about the mess as powder can be wiped off the tiled floors, the bench and if any got on the walls, that too.

Our brilliant plan of waking the boys up started off by blasting a heavy metal but pop song through Bridget's portable wireless speaker and set it up away from the target area. We heard grumbles so we prepared in our positions. Mike was in the lounge but the closest was Ryan and Blake who were sharing a not-so-closed off room across the kitchen.

Eventually, after a little while, one by one they were getting up. Reason being they probably realised it wasn't easy to sleep with the noise.

Bridget and I shared proud glances before we first laid eyes on Mike who looked pretty upbeat for someone who just woke up. Not fully aware, but at least not half-dead. I heard Mike call for the other two to get up and Ryan walked out of the corridor. Bridget and I were acting busy to make sure they didn't suspect anything.

When the two of them were close enough they cleared their throats. We turned around with a slightly shocked looked. "Goodmorning!" Bridget cheered happily over the still blasting music. Mike walked over and turned it down by the speaker so it wasn't blasting.

"Thank God!" Blake sleepily yelled loud enough for us to hear as he sounded relieved that he thought he could return to a peaceful slumber.

"If you want breakfast today, you better get that fat ass out of your damn bed!" Bridget yelled, and I could detect the hint of mischief in her. I chuckled.

Bridget, who was watching the bacon, took the tongs and tapped them on the pan twice. This was our signal.

I turned around and went to open a draw that held cutlery, getting out enough for everyone - roughly - and setting them on the bench. I was in perfect reach of the bombs. Bridget stood beside me, washing her hands and drying them on a towel hanging from the place the bombs were, making it absolutely concealed that she was grabbing a bomb in each hand. I did the same and shared a look with Bridget.

"I better get a good breakfast, it is otherwise unnecessary for me-" Blake was cut off, as I yelled "Attack!" and threw the first powder bomb. I was aiming for Blake's shoulder, but with my terrible aim instead I got his face.

I almost felt guilty for a moment, thinking it would be a pretty firm object. But when the powder 'poofed' all over his face all I could think was 'win'!

Bridget smartly followed to through a bomb at Mike, as he was quicker in making assumptions. If he had enough time to suspect anything, this plan may fail. While I refilled my hand with a bomb, I simultaneously through one at Ryan. It hit his dark coloured t-shirt and powder exploded, also landing on his chin.

After the initial starting bombs, Bridget and I got rapid in picking up our ratio of time each throw.

It was hilarious the things they did to attempt to block or make their way to us while being bombarded with powder. I heard, through our laughter, sounds of the boys trying to communicate.