6 Months

Pranks & Hateful Words 0.5

It's been a whole dreadful week of living with the all so annoying Cobain King. All that we have been doing is pulling pranks on each other and arguing. When we got along after that stupid mechanic tried to rip us off it was only a one off. Nobody can really expect us to be friends.

I could say it's been fun pranking Cobain, but then he gets me back everytime and then we just end up screaming at each other. The pranks started a couple of days ago when I drew on his face while he was asleep. He looked like such an idiot with all that pen on him, but then got me back by drenching my food in honey every time he has to cook.

Of course I got him back for it. It was pretty simple and very affective. He thought it was funny using honey for his last prank so I thought about how he would feel about having his boxers filled with honey and having a not nice sticky situation down there.

I couldn't stop laughing about it for hours and then he got me back by putting cream in my bra. My favourite one to be exact. He didn't know that it was until he saw my reaction to the prank. I started tearing things up around the house.

I knew I had to get him back good for that and so while he was sleeping I snuck into his bedroom last night and took his favourite thing in the whole wide world. His phone. I carefully snuck out trying not to wake him up because if he woke up I wouldn't get to continue my prank.

I went straight into the kitchen with a smirk not leaving my face once. I leaned onto the kitchen island and wrote a quick note. It read 'Pay back bitch - Vi xo'.

I tried not to laugh because it would definitely wake him up. I grabbed the phone again as well as the note and placed them into the microwave making sure the note was shown over the microwave. I closed the microwave door and set the timer for a minute.

After that was done I went back into my room to go back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to hear an aggrevated yell. I smirked to myself and jumped out of bed and made my way over to the kitchen to catch a glimpse at Cobain's reaction. His face was a mixture of shock and confusion. I couldn't hold in my laughter. As soon as he heard me he turned to me and just glared.

I pouted and gave him a fake look of sympathy. "Missing your phone?" I asked him pretending to care.

Cobain rolled his eyes and picked up the phone. He pushed past me and made his way over to the living room. "You are so lucky I have insurance on this," He told me sternly.

I shook my head. I wouldn't of cared if he didn't. "Your daddy will buy you are new one, sunshine," I smirked. I walked into the living room and saw him sat on the couch. He turned around and continued to glare at me. "What's the matter cupcake?" I questioned him.

Cobain rolled his eyes. "You really took it far this time," He told me angrily.

"You filled my favourite bra with cream!" I snapped with an eye roll to add to my annoyance. "Blame yourself,"

Cobain scoffed at me attitude. "That's because you filled my boxers with honey,"

I shook my head. Does he really want to play this game? "I only did that because you wouldn't stop drenching my food in honey,"

"You shouldn't have drawn on me," He told me still annoyed.

That was a harmless joke. He doesn't have to over react to everything. "If you didn't hide in the bath and spray me with the shower then I wouldn't have done that," I rolled my eyes. When you really think about it. I really didn't do anything. All I did was get back at this loser.

"You deserved that," He said turning back around to examine his phone.

I scoffed. Is he serious? "Why would I deserve that?"