“What are you guys doing?! What are you filling?!” I screamed, smacking Josh in his butt, attempting to get him to put me down.
“We be making ye’ walk the plank, you wench!” Matt growled, causing me to look up, shocked.
“Wench?! Matt, don’t you dare allow Josh to throw me in! You both will pay for it in the end, you all will! And calling me a wench! Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy! I’m not even getting started!”
“Cara! Calm down, I was only joking! You aren’t a wench!” Matt laughed.
“Goo-”
“You’re a sexy wench!” Josh interrupted me.
Wait, Josh interrupted me! He bloody-well interrupted me! How could he interrupt me when I was speaking?! I mean, I know it’s easy, but come on! I was talking and he just stopped me in the middle of my sentence! How could he?! How could he call me a-
“Ah! Jesus-Lordy-Holy- this is cold! Why did you throw me in the tub, damn it?” I screamed at Josh, bewildered.
“You be walkin’ thy plank!”
Staring at Josh, I slowly started to smirk. Sure… ‘walk the plank‘. I sure hope he knows pay back is a bitch, and definitely a dish served well cold. As cold as ice… ice in a freezer, ice cold water. A nice, ice-cold hug will do. I let out a small, devious laugh.
Smiling mischievously, I got out of the tub, taking slow, deliberate steps as my clothes clung to my body. Water dropped down my face, my hair slowly starting to curl from the water hitting it. I smiled as angelically as I could at Josh, each step bringing me closer.
Josh opened his arms, looking at me closely, as if he was inspecting me. Only a few more steps until I can hug him. Only a few more steps until I can get this fucker completely soaked, like I am! I smiled, looking up at him, keeping eye contact. I smiled, seeing his eyes shimmer. His gorgeous eyes, such a light blue… almost grey looking. And his lips, looking so plump and soft.
I took one more step, then tackled Josh. “Swim with the fishies with me, Joshie! It’s fun!”
“Argh! You’re all wet, Car!”
Laughing harder than I already was, I screamed ‘that’s what he said’.
Ian laughed, and piped in, “Yeah, that is what he said! Didn’t you hear?”
Huffing, I walked past Ian and Matt, who were both laughing, and up to Josh. Glaring the best I could, I looked up to him. Looking down at me, Josh smirked. If he thinks he’s winning this stupid little game of cat and mouse, than he’s wrong.
I smiled as sweetly as I could, and walked past him, my smile turning to a frown. Mike smiled at me, then cackled at the face I was making. I grabbed the towel he was holding out to me, and searched for the first suitcase I could find.
Rummaging through it, I grabbed a t-shirt that was obviously too large for my petite figure, and a pair of skinny jeans, along with the only belt there. I quickly grabbed a pair of boxers from them, too, seeing how my panties are soaked because of some butt-face who decided to throw me in the tub.
Quickly, I raced to the closet, making sure all the guys were still in the washroom- which they were; and to add, still laughing. Do you know how gross it is to have your clothing sticking to you, seeping wet? It’s not pleasant- well, at least I find it’s not pleasant. I want to scream at the guys, but I want to get revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge.
Laughing, I locked the closet door, quickly taking my wet clothing off and slipping on the new all too-big clothing that I had found. I grabbed an extra towel that was on the shelf and wrapped my bra and panties in it, hopefully drying it a bit faster. For my shirt and pants, I hung them off of a hanger and placed towels under them, allowing them to drip dry.
Opening the door, I smiled at them all. “You know, whoever’s clothes these are, they’re way too big for me, but are comfy. Oh, and I like the duck boxers!”
I winked and stifled a giggle as Joshes face changed from a smirk to a shy, embarrassed face, as he quickly replied.
“Well, no matter the case, Cara, you look hot in those.”
Matt looked me up and down, “Yeah, you do. You work them better than Josh does!”
So, they’re Joshes clothes? Ew!
The guys laughed. Ian dug out a pair of jeans that looked a bit more fitting to me, and tossed me them. “Here, these are mine, but I’m sure that I’m shorter than Josh, and that they will fit better.”
He smiled at me, and I gave a grateful smile back, speeding to the closet again and ripping Joshes skinny jeans off of me. I took the chance to wring my seeping wet shirt and pants out a bit, and unlocked the door. Walking out of the closet, I found that the guys have disappeared.
Finding my way down the stairs to the main room, I spotted them all laughing and joking- with Matt being the guy making faces and being the star instead of Josh.
It's not long, but it's something. Other than having a cold hit me hard since yesterday, :( But I'll be writing a whole lot more since I have more time on my hands.
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A Game Well Played
Teen FictionCara is just the average teenage girl. She hangs with her friends and goes to concerts; but there's one problem. She's constantly running into Josh, the lead singer of Marianas Trench, and a huge flirt. Will Cara fall for his charm, or will she fal...
