More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Don't Mess With the Poof

Mitch's POV: 

"Tyler's back!" Jerome shouts from the other end of the pool. He must've heard his car pull up. With Louise on his back- from whatever they were doing- he gets out of the pool and runs over to the house, with the rest of us following, shouting and jumping like the idiots we were. 

The "waters wars" ended with no winner, as a proper water wars should end. Eventually everyone got tired of having water thrown in their face from all directions and went back to doing their own things.

When we all parade into the house, Tyler nearly drops the pile of pizzas he has in his hands, but Quentin magically appears from upstairs and helps him keep his balance. 

"What the hell happened here?" Tyler asks, looking at our soaking wet bodies. 

"We went swimming man." Adam says, matter-of-factly. The rest of us nod in agreement while Tyler rolls his eyes.

"Well you're tracking water all over the house, so go get changed." Tyler says.

"Okay mom." Adam says in an annoying voice before rushing upstairs. Again, we all follow him into our rooms. Ashley comes into my room, and we awkwardly stand there for a second after closing the door.

"Uh..." I start, not sure whether or not she wanted to change in front of me.

"My clothes are in the bathroom." she says, blushing a little and hurrying into the bathroom. I nod and quickly start getting dressed. I get as far as putting my pants on when Tyler bursts into the room, nailing me with a Nerf gun, and running out, laughing. Ashley comes out, trying to see what all the commotion was about. I grab her hand and run out the door, taking my shirt with me.

"Where are we going?" she asks. I stop.

"To get revenge." I whisper to her, now tip-toeing and signaling for her to be quiet. We creep downstairs and check to make sure no one's there. When we're sure the coast is clear, we go over to the heaping pile of Nerf guns and choose the ones we want. I take the shotgun, and Ashley picks up the biggest one there. I give her a look, as if to say seriously? But she just grins and cocks it. We put our guns out in front of us, fully loaded, and sneak up the stairs. I can't help the goofy grin off my face as I go. The Nerf wars were always so much fun because it made me feel like a kid again, as opposed to the extremely immature adult that I was.

As we reach the top, we creep down the hall, crouching, until we're in front of Jerome's room. I signal on the count of three, we bust open the door.

One...

Two...

THREE!

I push the door open with my foot and fire my gun. I crack up laughing as I see Jerome looking petrified on his bed in his underwear, and Louise, who was on the bed a moment ago, had fallen onto the floor. Jerome moves to the edge to help Louise up, who is currently rolling on the floor in a rage of giggles. I close the door and turn to Ashley, who's laughing so hard she's almost crying.

"Louise...just...we have to do that again!" she breathes. I can't help but smile as I see her now, with her gigantic gun slumped against her side, and the wide smile covering her face. I've never heard her laugh like this before. 

The moment is interrupted by the sound of a door opening, and I scramble to get Ashley and I out of sight. I duck us into the bathroom across the hall, and I hear Adam step out into the hallway.

"Umm...what are you guys doing? Where are you?" he asks. I see Ashley's hand on the trigger of her gun, and I give her an approving look. We both load our guns as quietly as possible, and then jump out into the open hallway, firing ahead. Adam screams and retreats into his room, and Ashley and I both laugh. We continue down the hallway, but we're stopped as Adam and Alesa come bursting out of their room, shooting us with Nerf bullets. Ashley screams and I yell, and we fire back. We continue on like this, reloading and searching for nonexistent cover. Just then, when I think we're winning, Tyler and Quentin come charging from behind Adam and Alesa, shooting everything in their way, including us. Everyone pretends to fall to the floor in defeat, with Tyler and Quentin holding two guns each to our heads.

"Surrender now!" Tyler says.

"Or taste my butt!" Quentin adds. Tyler looks at him confusedly, and out of nowhere, a giant bullet hits Tyler square in the forehead, causing him to stumble back and blink. I look back at the shooter, and see Ashley smiling with an obviously pleased grin on her face, trying not to laugh. It's silent for a moment, but it's broken by Adam.

"HAHA! Nice shot Ashley!" he says, getting up. Ashley gets up as well, reloading her gun.

"Don't mess with the poof." she jokes. I stand up behind her, and an idea forms in my head, causing me to smirk. She's facing away, so I aim my gun, and shoot. It hits her perfectly in the butt, an I run away laughing. As I pass her, I see her mouth is hanging open, which is immediately closed as she runs after me. Everyone else is laughing too, as well as Jerome and Louise who finally came out of his room. They follow down, raining their bullets down upon us as I scale the stairs in a matter of seconds. I make the mistake of looking behind me, thus causing myself to trip over something on the floor and fall over.

"AHH!" I exclaim as I land with a thud. I know there's no use getting up, because Ashley's towering over me, her gigantic Nerf gun pointed directly at me. Her gun hurt- and I should know, because i was hit in the eye with it by Jerome. 

"Any last words?" she taunts. I wait for a second, wanting to say something cheeky, but Jerome beats me to it.

"Do she got a booty Mitch?" he calls. I look at Ashley, who hasn't taken her eyes off me. She's blushing slightly.

"She dooo!" I say. Ashley aims her gun at my face, but at the last second, she points it downwards and shoots me in the balls. Hard. Everyone bursts out laughing and I roll over, clutching my wound and tripping Ashley so she comes down with me. She lands on top of me and i catch her, laughing and sitting up slightly.

"Remind me to never mess with you." I whisper.

"I told you not to mess with the Poof." she says, kissing my cheek and getting up. I hear a series of "aww's" but I ignore them and get up.

"Guys," interrupts Brice, who had just emerged from the other room, obviously not knowing what was going on. "the pizza is getting cold."