Forever (Original)

Forever [8: The Truth Hurts]

Forever: the Truth Hurts

“A piñata party?” Maria asked uncertainly as she looked at the big cardboard Spongebob hanging from a tree in the middle of Ian’s backyard.

He frowned at her as he held the blindfold.

“You’re only sixteen once,” he said, tying the blindfold over Maria’s eyes.

“Yeah, but shouldn’t you be celebrating with something like alcohol or whatever?” she questioned as he gave her a wooden bat to try to hit the piñata with.

“That’s not until age twenty-one,” he told her.

“Never stopped anyone else I know,” Maria mumbled under her breath.

Chuckling at her comment, Ian stepped back and grabbed the rope from Martin.

“You can swing in three, two, one!” he said and yanked the rope, pulling the piñata up above her head.

Maria didn’t swing.

“I’m not swinging until you lower it,” she told him.

“You’re no fun,” Ian whined, but slowly lowered the Spongebob down.

The moment Maria heard the wind ruffling the confetti-like paper on the piñata in front of her she swung the bat.  Hard. There was loud thump, the sound of cardboard ripping, and a loud “OUCH!”

She ripped off the blindfold and found that she had knocked off both legs, sending one of them flying and hitting Ian in the face.

Ian glared at Maria and the guys, who were all laughing hard. He ran to the table that was set up near the gate and quickly sliced a piece of cake. [A/N: I think we all know where this is going.] He turned back and hurled it at Maria, hitting her square in the face.

Now all eyes were on her, and snickers ran through the boys now.

She grinned as she ran to the table, picking up a bowl of ice cream, and dumping it over his head.

Ian’s mouth formed an “o” shape as the sticky, melting brown substance began to run down his hair and head.

“It’s on,” he said, throwing what was left on the top of his head at her.

And so the war began as they all joined in. Damon and Nigel took Maria’s side while Martin and Blake took Ian’s. Soon they were all covered in icing, cake, and melting ice cream. It came to a sudden stop when Ian shoved the last of the ice cream down the front of Maria’s shirt.

“Oh, my goodness!” she yelped as the cold hit her chest. She lifted her shirt up slightly and shook it out so it dropped to the ground.

All five boys laughed at her reaction.

“Truce?” Ian offered, holding out a sticky hand for her to shake.

“Truce,” she laughed, shaking his hand. “But if you ever put ice cream down my shirt again, I will kick your ass.”

Ian chuckled.

“Fair enough.”

She turned to Nigel. He had frosting smeared across the bottom half of his face, giving Maria the impression of a blue and white five’ o’clock shadow. Giggling, she reached up to wipe it off, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers.

Nigel grinned as she let him run his tongue over her lower lip, licking off the icing. Her lips parted just barely, and he trailed his tongue over the inside of her lips, able to taste a hint of chocolate ice cream and cherry Chap Stick.