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I had already thought through a number of different plans not very extreme but yeah moderate level plans. But it took me two whole servings of fruit loops and one big chocolate brownie shake to think it through.
I needed a plan which was obviously not fool proof since I had openly told him I was going to do something. This plan didn't need a lot of work I'm awfully lazy and not much of stuff and also no mess to be left at least no mess for me to clean.

I mentally high five myself I seem to be doing that quite a lot now and started preparing for my revenge.

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I had to wait long enough for Asher to go outside the house so I could go on with my plan. It's hard to get his lazy ass out of the house but when I want to do something, I do it.
Right now I want a cupcake, and I'll take the damn cupcake.
I go towards the kitchen, grab a blueberry cupcake and head towards my brother's room.

Asher adored his shoes.
By adoration I mean a really bad more like obsession kind of stuff.
He keeps his shoes in separate covers and has a specific wardrobe only for his shoes which he organises every week or so. He keeps his weekly favourites arranged there. He's got more shoe-care products than all his other products summed up.
In short he is a psychotically freakish shoe maniac.
I didn't intend on doing any major damage actually I'm not going for any damage. All I'm gonna do is, rearrange his shoes.
I smirk to myself.
And rearrangement would surely get on his nerves. There are certain things that you just can't let someone touch and for him, it's his shoes. All of his collection of his priced possessions.
I go through his cabinet and put some random shoes in the wardrobe and mismatch the pairs and mess up his favourites.
I know. Not much of work or drama. But this is one thins which will actually pinch him and I guess I shouldn't be so harsh towards him that I would damage his shoes. That might land me and my stuff in trouble.
Hehe I kinda play safe. He can't say anything to mum or dad either. And. Obviously. I'm awesome.

But.
Isn't this too less.... I think I hour jut discard a pair or two. He owns more than 20 already.... Yeah I'm gonna go give it to someone who will actually use it rather than putting it on a show.
That would be enough of a punishment now.

I go towards his shoe cabinet and go through his collection.
Hmm he does have a good taste I must say. Obviously he learnt from me. Ha!

While going through, I spot six pairs of black shoes. I think I should take two of them and donate them
Yes.
That'll be perfect.
I can also take my old clothes and-
"I so knew you would do this Nia", I hear Asher say smugly.
Holy shit!
He knew!? All this time? Did he see me? Crap he'll kill me!
"I would love it if you would get your oh so dumb ass up and move aside. Peasant!", he looks at me with an evil expression.
I don't know what exactly it is, but he has done something. I messed up his shoes, he ought to do something.
Shit now this is getting weird. He would've skinned me alive by now for touching his shoes.
He has so totally done something he shouldn't have.
"What did you do now?", I ask accusingly.
He doesn't look at me and continues arranging his shoes.
What the fuck?
"Asher. What have you done?", I speak in a rather authoritative tone.
"I might or might not have broken your paint bottles.", he states and I glare at him as I wait for him to go on.
"The paint bottles might or might not have been five. The paint could've also probably been fluorescent.", he said guiltily while looking down.
NO SHIT!
Not those paints?!
I had especially asked the company to ship them halfway across the world!
Those colours were so nice and cool they glowed in the dark.
Those were my current obsession and I hadn't even used them properly!
Why would he do that?

"Hey don't zone out alright? I'll talk to mum and dad and have them ordered again! Promise!", he tried.
He fucking tried!
It's not a joke he didn't get it?! It's not easy to get those at the first place and then get them shipped here!
He is such a moron!

I don't say anything as I walk out of the room pissed off at the whole situation.

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