The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 23 (Andy's POV)

Shit.

I am not good at planning vengeance.

Why do I have to be such a fucking loud mouth?

"It is currently 7:06 a.m. on a Saturday," I whisper into my fist, pretending its a recorder. "I am planning an act of revenge on Hailey and Cheryl for forcing my brain into questioning my sexuality-" I stop, looking at my fist accusingly.

"Fuck, dude, you've hit rock bottom if you're talking to your hand," I whisper. I scoff. "I'm talking to myself still!"

That was exclaimed a bit louder than before, and I see Joe move in his sleep.

"Shit," I mutter. The last thing I want to do is wake him up so he can ruin my tactful plan. That I haven't come up with yet.

Sighing, I sit back, thinking the wall was right behind me. Missing by a mile, I lose my balance and my head smacks against the wall that I miscalculated to be way closer than it was, and I hear rustling come from the bunk below me. Cheryl's bunk. God damnit.

I glance down through the crack, rubbing my head. I see Cheryl and Hailey both in the same bunk. I'm confused for a second, because they never share the same bunk. They always end up kicking each other in their sleep. But this is perfect. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

They don't seem to have woken up, so I wait a couple minutes, then tiptoe out of my bunk, heading to the bathroom. I'll just go with the good ol' throw the water on the victim bit.

As quietly as I can, I grab a bucket and start filing it up with water. When its full, I turn the water off, tiptoeing back out into the bunk area. Its really dark, since all the curtains are drawn, so its really hard to see where I'm going.

Suddenly I'm tripping over something, my life flashing before my eyes for a split second. I catch myself on the bed frame just in time, but some of the water splashes out onto Pete. He doesn't even budge. I sigh in relief.

Almost there, Andy, don't screw this up again.

Without too much water lost, ive made it to the slumber party. I position myself so I don't get splashed by the water, slowly lifting the bucket up. Then I jerk it forward so it pours all over Cheryl and Hailey.

I jump back, waiting for their reaction. It takes a little for it to process that water was just splashed all over them, but soon enough, they're both jumping out of bed, landing with a thud on the ground. I just stand there with a smirk on my face.

"What the fuck, Andy?!" Hailey screams, and after hearing his girlfriends' scream, Patrick jumps out of his bunk, blindly stumbling towards the noise.

"Cool it, Blue Rabbits. I just splashed water on them. For Moronic Mike," I explain.

Patrick examines my face for a minute, then shrugs. "Alright, fine with me."

"Hey!" Hailey yells, seemingly annoyed. Gee, I wonder why.

Patrick raises his arms like he's surrendering to her. "Its only fair."

"It is not fair," Cheryl retorts.

After they bicker back and forth about it a while, I casually set the bucket down and strut off to the kitchen area, searching for some vegan food.

"What happened?" Pete asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes and padding towards me.

"Splashed water on the girls. Blue Rabbits comes to the rescue. Abandons his mission and argues with the girls about the fairness of the movie they made us sit through. The usual."

Pete grins at Patrick's nickname, which I had cleverly created because of his blue hair and horrid Adult Swim song he made years ago. None of us have let it go.

"Well, I'm gonna take a shower. Don't succumb to the girls' mercy while I'm gone," he calls, walking away.

"Thanks, Pete!"

He groans all the way to the bathroom.

I fist pump the air, hissing "Yesss!"

Andy Hurley, you are on fire.