Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"She stole them!" Mike shouted, still hiding behind me.

I pretended to look blamed and held up my hands in defence, also showing that my hands were now empty, "No I didn't! Michael, stop lying!" I fought.

"I'm not!" He sounded frustrated, he knew I was winning!

"Then why are your pyjamas in your hands?!" I asked.

"YOU JUST PASSED THEM TO ME!" He shouted, he'd lost this fight and he knew it!

"Oh do you hear this John?! Do you hear the lies?! Do you believe him?!" I grinned at John.

"Y'know what Grace, I believe you! Why would Mike be fighting you when he already has his pyjamas?" John gave me a wink, signifying he was playing along with me!

"WHAT?! Are you crazy?!" Shouted Mike, jumping from behind me, he ran his fingers through his hair looking distressed, defeated and embarrassed.
"You...she...I-! How-! I don't...you can't..." he trailed off unable to come up with anything else to say. He huffed loudly, "You know what?! Believe what you will! I am the truth teller here! Now...if you please, I am going to put my pyjamas on THAT I JUST GOT BACK, goodnight!" He ran down the corridor and into the room, still gripping his towel, he slammed the door behind him, I was left stood there, motionless.

It was silent, "Have I taken this too far?" I asked John.

"Nah, he always acts like this when he looses, I dunno, go make out with him or something, he'll be your friend again in no time!" He chuckled.

I laughed loudly, "Thanks for playing along with it though!"

"Well, after years of being teased by him I needed to get my own back!" He laughed.

"Well, I'm gonna go 'make out with him' goodnight John!" I said walking past, giving him a high five on my way.

"Goodnight Cheeky!" He called back.

Cheeky?!