When Everything goes Wrong...

Rub a Monkey's tummy...and Go to Hell

I was running. I turned back. They were still chasing me. I kept running I have to reach there fast, I thought as I dragged my feet forcefully faster. This is for the greater good, for the sake of humanity...when suddenly a zombie appeared in front of me. He looked suspiciously like George, my best friend. Wait..it was George.
I am sorry George, I said sniffling back tears. I have to do this...I have to kill you...my eyes were pooling up now...suddenly George took me by my shoulder shaking me violently. I sobbed into his chest.
Wait..wasnt he a zombie?? And I hadn't seen this before...best friends killing each other..?? Divergent! Huh, Tris killed Will, now it was my turn to kill George. That when a strange sensation of garbage filled me. Was George trash??
I woke up to a foul, stinking smell. I opened my eyes to see my best friend Allison, hovering over me, her hair wild and scattered in hobo style and holding a piece a cloth in front of my face.
More specifically a stinking woolen sock in front my nose and drooling mouth.
I let out a shrill scream.
She clutched my mouth. 'Don't scream'. We are in Tyson's house.
I looked around myself, at my surroundings, at my bed and then back to the stinking, old sock and Allison.
'Yeah, so what?'
Well, its Sunday morning..more specifically, his grandmother is coming today.'she said, waiting for my reaction.
I slipped out a yawn. 'Oh, yeah. Now let's get back to sleep.'
It was the moment my head hit the pillow that what she told got into my thick skull.
'Wait, what??? His grandmother...coming....today...right now??? I shrieked, pushed her put of the bed and ran into the spare bedroom. Allison somehow managed to slip out of the tangled sheets and follow me.
We opened the door to see three shirtless guys cuddling and sleeping and snoring like there was no tomorrow.
Trust me, this is a usual sight for Allison and me.
We went into the washroom, filled a bucket with cold water and...
Whoosh...!!!
Jason was the first to get up....he always is.
He hates his clothes and blankets getting drenched and soaked with water. Which is exactly the reason why Allison and I find this method to wake up the boys.
'Guys, wake up. Get your lazy asses up.' Allison screamed as I began slamming the pillows-one by one-onto the boys' bare backs.
'What the hell, Allison. What's your problem?? I wanna sleep.' Tyson yelled stifling a yawn.

'Well, keep sleeping your grand mom is coming today...I mean right now.' Allison yelled back at him.
That was much more effective than a drug dose. Tyson got up with a roar, 'what the hellll??'
And pushed poor George down.
'Wake the hell up George, the witch is coming!!!'
I took the rest of the matter in my own hands.
I somehow managed to pull, kickand drag George to the washroom, threw him a T-shirt...which reeked of alcohol...probably George's, I thought.
Anyway, who cares, we gotta get out now. Its a  life and death situation- now or never.
Well, because Tyson's grandmother was a witch. A real one. At least according to me. Because whenever I saw her or let's say whenever she saw me, she would be chanting something under her breath- not swear words, trust me. I was good at lip reading...it sounded something vaguely similar to 'Avada Kedarva' or was it 'imperio' or 'crucio'. Ahh...all those Harry Potter movie marathons were driving me insane. But sometimes, she really did look like a witch, especially when she gave 'the look'  from underneath that 16th century hat of hers.
Though, I wouldnt blame her completely. They say 'first impressions are the best impressions'. And the first time she saw me, I was running around in only an underwear and a knee-length green t-shirt  that was soaked with garbage water, the trash can in my hand chasing a frenzy, panicky Tyson across the backyard.
'Well', I said to myself stubbornly, 'not my mistake that she chose that exact moment to step in.
Damn Tyson and his stupid, crazy pranks...!!
It was that exact moment that the ringing of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. George quickly came running out of the washroom, I grabbed Jason by the hands, Allison piled the t-shirts, phones and the other crap items that indicated the presence of another living being in the room. Tyson pushed open the window, George jumped down first followed by Allison. Not wasting time, I pushed Jason down not caring whether anyone cared to hold him. Well, it was because of him we were all basically in today's mess. And if hurts himself, it won't take more than two band-ainds to cover up the injuries, I thought as I jumped down myself.
Silently, creeping quietly except for Jason ho was continioulay cursing me we ended up at the doorstep of Georges house. H took the spare key from under the flowerpot, and we entered. Thnkfully, his parents who are doctors hadnt returned yet. We let out a sigh of relief. As soon I lay down on the couch, Jason came up kill me. 'Hey, stop' I yelled into the muffled pillow. It was Allison who pulled him away.
'You, know right, that this is all your fault?' She asked him dryly. 'What?' He asked at the same time George said.
'He and his stupid party-crashing idea.'...
Suddenly, a guilty expression crept over his face.
Of course he remembered how yesterday night had ended up mesily.
It was all his fault after all.