But who needs time? || pepsicola fanfic

Revenge.

You've been trying to brush this stupid goo out of your hair for at least half an hour now. The door to the room you share with John is locked and every once in a while you hear giggling; you can only assume he's plotting his next prank. Shit. You slip on one of your old white shirts and place a beanie atop of your matted hair. You peek out of the bathroom and look for any buck toothed boys wandering about. The coast is clear. You slowly make your way to the kitchen and grab your phone, your red shoes, and your car keys. You creep past the room John is occupying and make your way to the balcony. You two live in room 13 so your right above the pool. "Four stories for a prank." You mumble and brace yourself. You fling yourself on the outside railing of the balcony and take a deep breath. "Well it's too late now." You sigh and leap off the ledge.

You hit the water with a loud "SMACK!" The air is knocked out of you and you slowly began to sink. When your back skimmed the bottom, you realized where you were. You swam to the top and coughed for air. "Holy shit." You gasp and you look to see how deep the pool was. It read 5'4", meaning that you're 5 1/2 inches taller and if you landed wrong you could've died. You shook of that thought and got your initial idea back in mind.

You sit on the edge on the pool and feel for your phone. "Where-" You frantically stood up and searched every pocket and fold on your person for your phone. 'Did it fall out when I jumped?' You thought as you searched the concrete for your device. You then realized the only place it could be. "Aww fuck." You grumbled under your breath as you saw it shattered at the bottom of the pool.

You were so feed up.

"THAT'S IT!" You yelled as you ran up the stairs two steps at a time. You reached the top and banged at least 23 times on the steel door. You heard shuffling and the light behind the peep hole was blocked for half a second. You hear the scratching sound of the chain lock dragging across the door. John bubbly answered the door. "Hi Dave! Wait when did you leave and why are you soaked?" He questioned seeing the apparent puddle forming beneath your feet. "Screw off and get me a towel." You demanded as you ripped the soaked beanie from atop your head.

He came back mere seconds later with a towel in one hand and a change of clothes in the other. "Take off you shoes." He giggled realizing you were trying to get back at him. "Shut up." You spoke quiet, knowing you had lost as you took off you socks and placed them in your shoes. "Well then." He said as he took your hand and led you inside.

He let his grasp on your hand go and took off your white shirt. "Not now John." You grumbled still quite irritated. "Oh?" He questioned, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off. "Dude!" You yelled, braking your facade; you were shocked. He just laughed and fell down while attempting to take off his shirt. "John are you drunk?" You asked, bending down to get to his level. "I haven't even had a sip of alcohol!" He proceeded to get his shirt off. "I'm only gonna say this one more time, are you drunk?" You asked getting closer. "I just-" he squeeked a little then fell over. "John? John! What the hell are you okay?" You yelled, picking him up and bringing him to your room. You lay him on the bed and he didn't move. "John!" You shook his shoulders. Not knowing what to do, you put your ear above his mouth to hear his breathing.

A hand was placed on the back of your head, and in seconds your lips were connected. You went with it and kissed him long and hard, then and only then realizing what just happened. "You little shit!" You yelled standing up and walking to the other side of the room. "What?" He asked, adding emphasis on the 'a.' You began to pace back and forth. "I thought I lost you like I did bro." You chocked out. John sat up and eyed you. "It... It was just a joke, a prank." He said sympathetically.

Now's your chance.

He approached you slowly and you wiped away another fake tear.
'Oh I'm so good.' You mentally high fived yourself as you spun around and pinned John to the bed.