All's Fair in Hate and War. (A Marianas Trench Tale)

The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. I was finally victorious. I stretched, rubbed my eyes, and leaped out of bed. When I landed, the floor was really sticky. I tried lifting my feet, and it was nearly impossible.

"Josh!" I was yelling loudly. He quickly whipped his head into the doorway.

"Yes Brooke dearest?" 

"Do you want to explain what you did to my floor that I am currently stuck on?" He smiled.

"Well, I dumped a mixture of honey, glue, syrup, caramel, jelly, tree sap, and all of your lip gloss on the floor." My eyes widened at that last one.

"You did not squeeze all of my lip glosses on my floor." 

"Ooooh, but I did. Sorry. But really, who needs 24 lip glosses?"

"ME!" I yelled. 

"Hmm. Well you're not going anywhere soon, so you technically don't need it. Toodles!" He then started walking away.

"When I get out of here you are sooo dead!" I yelled as he left. I was really pissed, yet I was determined to get that bastard back. I tried to lift my foot, and a bunch of sticky strands came from it. I trudged, and trudged through it, until I got to my door, then felt relief. I moved my door, but when I did, I bucket of sugar dumped on my head. I started shaking, then let out a shrill scream.

"JOSHUA!" He came back with an even wider grin on his face.

"Oh, I see you've encountered my second trap. Like it? Much like paint sugar is just a bitch to get out." He smiled at me.

"Alright Josh, you got me. You've outsmarted me." I said, hoping he'd buy my act. "I just can't think of anything else to get you back?"

"Really?" He asked and leaned a little closer. Man, he was dumb sometimes.

"I can only do this," I said quickly, and grabbed him by his shirt and threw him to the ground.

"Brooke!"

"Now you're stuck too. Enjoy it." He glared up at me from the floor. I laughed as I saw him as helpless as a turtle on it's back.

"You are a devil. It smells terrible down here."

"Hmm, sounds like a you problem." He fake laughed. "Thanks to you, I have to take another fucking shower! And how are you expecting to clean this up?"

"Me? Please. I decided I'm not going to do anything nice for you since I became a clown!"

"Well you better be planning on it unless you plan on staying on this floor until old age."

"I don't think that's gonna happen. You think you could live with me for 70 more years? I doubt it."

"Alright, I'm done arguing with you Josh. I'm getting out of here, and when I do, you better be ready for what will come next."

"I thought you said you ran out of ideas. What ever happened to that?"

"Don't fret my boy, I have plenty in store for you yet," I said as I bent down and pinched his cheeks.

I then started my journey to get out of here. I lifted one foot up after the other, trying to keep my balance. 15 minutes later, I got there. I bumschooched on the un touched floor to the tub, and got in. I turned on the water, and got all the stuff off my feet first. I then attempted to get the sugar out of my hair. Most of it went well, and came out. Another hour later, I was washed, and dried. I then walked to the doorway.

"Josh? You're still here?" I asked.

"It's hard to get off of a super sticky floor, when your whole body is touching it," he said with a nsarky tone. "Now, how are you planning to get out?"

"Watch." I jumped to a nearby couch, leaped over to the bed, and grabbed all my pillows. There were alot. I threw one down, and stepped on it.

"Smart. How are you going to get your pillows off?"

"I'm not. I'll just buy new ones."

"Hmm." I kept throwing, and leaping from one to another. I was soon out the room, and was leaving.

."Brooke!" I turned around.

"What?"

"Are you going to help?"

"I really don't see that happening any time soon."

"Are you kidding me? What if I have to go to the bathroom huh? Do you want me to pee all over the floor?" I made a weird face.

"You're disgusting," I stated matter-of-factly, and went to close the door.

"So you're not going to help me?" He yelled.

"I don't know," I said with the door still open. "You're kind of like a fly in my web right now which could work. But, I guess I'm not that cold hearted."

"Pfft. You wish." I shot my eyes at him.

"Anyways. Due to the total stickiness of the matter, it's going to take steam. The steam will soften it, and allow you to get out. Then, I will bring in a high power vacuum like thing, to suck it up. Then, I come in with something else."

"Why don't you just steam the floor?"

"That would take hours genius."

"And how long will this plan of yours take?" I glared at him.

"Fine, we'll do it your way. I'll be back with a few steamers. I will free you, then you are getting to work." I'm not sure if I was lying here, but I sure wasn't going to be quick about it.

"Bossy much?"

"Hey, you're still trapped. I would watch that mouth of yours before I turn on the AC, and make it stickier. Toodles!" I then closed the door and ran off. I didn't get very far though until I ran into Matt.

"Whoa there, where's the fire?" He asked while laughing a little.

"Sorry Matt," I said guiltily.

"It's all right. But hey, I see you and Josh are calling time-out long enough for me to say hi."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"By the way, have you seen him? This morning he said you'd be right back, and the last time I saw him you called him."

"Uhh, nope. I haven't even seen a blue hair of him." I then heard a faint noise screamed Matt's name and I knew I was busted. Matt then looked down and gave me a look.

"Are you sure?"

"Whatever you do, do not look in my room." I said staring into his eyes. He pushed past me, and put his hand on the doorknob. "You're not going to like it."

"What do you mean? Like some kinky sex thing?" I made a disgusted face.

"Oh God no. Well, you see...It's like...Just look." He the opened the door, and his eyes widened.

"Josh, what are you doing in this sea of honey?"

"Actually, it's a sea of honey, glue, syrup, caramel, tree sap, jelly, and all her lip glosses," Josh annoyingly corrected him.

"Wow. Okay guys,  when one of you gets trapped in a sticky blob, this has gone too far."

"Actually, I was stuck there too. Just wanted to point that out."

"Wait, how did it not go far when she drugged me? And also painted my face like a clown and took me to a resturant?" He asked, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I have an idea," Matt said ignoring him.

"Freeing me?" Matt looked at him.

"No. You too really need to hash things out. Meet me in the living room tomorrow morning at 10:00am. I'll tell you guys my plan then okay? Until then, we need to clean this up. I'll get the steamers.

A/N 

So sorry this took so long! Technical difficulties. I hope you guys like the new chapter! :)