Chapter 12: Bring on the Water Works
Without giving it a second thought we tag along with Sabrina - no one asking where we’re going, or why. She leads us to a small toolshed, whips out a key and opens the doors: staring us in the face are brightly colored, rocket-launcher looking, strappy water cannons.
“I think I can hear Angels singing,” Mere says to the delight of the ladies.
“My comrades of the fairer sex,” Sabrina teaches, “here’s how this is gonna go down.”
About ten minutes later, we’re fully-equipped, strapped into water-backpacks and ready for action. Splitting into groups of two, each pair has been given a specific location to reach. If discovered, we’re told to play dumb, showing off Gary’s new water-babies, then coordinate the attack from the inside.
Mere and I have drawn the metaphorical short straw, as usual, and have to somehow manage to reach the canteen. Mere is pumped for our “assignment,” but since I can hardly walk straight in the middle of the day, I’m nervous. Hearts pounding, we dash through the forest like Kim Possible. (She was a favourite of mine!)
Getting closer to our position, we can hear the boys conversations. Not surprisingly, they’re joking about making the girls have a wet t-shirt contest. “We’ll see whose t-shirts are gonna be wet now, boys,” Mere cackles. I actually begin wonder if she’s lost her mind, as she mouths, “mua-ha-ha-ha!”
Then suddenly, “SHARKBAIT, OOH-HA-HA!” sounds from the opposite side of the washrooms. Andrea, Brittany, Sabrina and a savage looking Kathleen (who is brilliantly screaming, “FOR NARNIAAAA!”) begin the attack. With the element of surprise, the first four ladies drench the boys with icy cold jets of water. As the lads squeal like little girls and run in the opposite direction, Samantha & Lauren explode from their left; Mere and I then join the attack, from the canteen. The boys are scrambling, running into each other, trapped in the middle of a hilarious fountain.
Laughing like an asshole, Mere is plucked up by Harry and Kyle, struggling and screaming “SAVE YOURSELVES!” Distracted by her capture, the boys begin to flee from the incomplete ring of attack, heading for their own hoard of guns.
“RETREEEAT!” Brittany screams, and each of us attempts to dash off in separate directions, to eventually rendez-vous at the toolshed. I dart behind a tree and glance back, sad to see that Mere, Rachael and Samantha have all felt the end of their once-dry shorts. Shane is chasing after Andrea & Kathleen, while Zayn and Louis appear to be headed for Sabrina and Lor. Harry, Ryan and Jeff are absolutely soaking Mere & co’, whose packs have now run out of water.
No sign of Brittany or the others, but I think to myself, NEVER LEAVE A MAN BEHIND! Too bad for them - I’m no man! I high-tail it and rush back through the woods, heading for the tool shed like a complete traitor!
With a cautious glancearoudn every three or four seconds, I’m paranoid and feel like I’m being watched. Feeling like I’m actually at war, relief sweeps over me when, panting, I stumble upon the tool shed, double over and try to catch my breath. I’m pooped! I take off my pack and slump onto my butt, sliding down the side of the tiny storage unit, with a grunt. How is it that I’M the one who made it back? I laugh to myself. Power to the uncoordinated!
After a few minutes of my Katniss-like confidence, a twig snaps from somewhere to my left. I snatch up my pack like a gun and point it at – Brittany!
“Oh,” I gasp, relieved, “I thought you were one of the boys!” I smile at her like a fool, until Liam steps out from the forest directly behind her, holding her pack! She slowly raises her hands into the air.
“I’m sorry!” she whispers with a dramatic face, “we’re fucked now!”
“Well, well, well.. It looks like the tables have turned, Beth,” he says mock-seriously, as water drips from his every pore.
“YOU WOULDN’T,” I hop up to my feet, laughing. “SHE’S INNOCENT! TAKE ME INSTEAD!” I plea jokingly, falling to my knees and praying to him for mercy.
Something prods me in the back: “guess we’ll jus’ take the two’ve ya!”
Niall had snuck around the toolshed and now holds my own gun against me. He and Liam burst into fake, evil laughter (until we all actually crack up!). As if we’re hostages, the soaking duo march Brittany and I back to the lake.
Upon our approach, I note that we are the only dry councillors remaining. The girls slump back to back in a circle, and the boys are “keeping them in line” with hilarious blasts of icy-cold water from the hoses. They cheer when they see Liam & Niall, who quickly ask what they should do with ‘this set of traitors!’
“OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!” Louis roars,
“SOAK ‘EM,” Ryan screams,
“MAKE ‘EM WALK THE PLANK!” Harry’s battle cry sounds, loudest of all. Everyone dies and cheers. Before I can think of a reply, Brittany and I are being lugged to the end of the tiny wharf, as our helpless troop watches on.
“BE STRONG!” Andrea shouts through laughter, while Mere is mock-frantic, crying “THINK OF THE CHILDREN!” Harry blasts Mere in the boobs, everyone else is laughing too hard to say anything.
“HEAR YE, HEAR YE,” Liam shouts in his best Pirate voice, “GATHER 'ROUND TO WATCH TH’EXECUTION OF YEE PIRATES WENCHES. MAY THEIR SORROWS DROWN AS QUICKLY AS THEY MAY BE HOPIN’ TO… ARRRG!” He cries,
“ARRG!” the other boys hilariously echo. Every one of the girls laughs, and receives a stream of water to the head. Brittany and I are positively snorting.
“Any last words, before you ladies sink to your doom?” Liam asks.
“Wereonlygoingiftheygotoo,” Brittany whispers to me with a wink.
“What was that?” Niall says, completely back to himself. “I mean, ARRG, WHATCHEE SAY, SCUM?” Everyone dies again.
This time, I mumble, “yougoleftI'llgoright.”
at which Liam cries, “We can't hear yaaRRRR!” Both boys take a step closer, preparing to push us into the lake. As soon as they make contact, we grab them befre heaving off the wharf. The four of us crash into the lake with a splash!
The girls go absolutely wild, and the boys all laugh; when we emerge, everyone on the beach is hollering praise at our performance. I blow a kiss to the girls, as Niall puts both hands atop my head and shoves me under. Only when I claw at his calves does he let me surface.
By the time our splash-war ends, Liam and Brittany have almost made it onto the beach. Niall grabs my foot and yanks me towards the shore, laughing. We wrestle our way through the water and back to the crowd.
“A noble battle, ladies,” Sabrina jokes, grinning; I can’t help but notice she’s much more pleasant whenever she’s with the Boys. I’ll have to keep that in mind for the rest of our interactions?
“Did anyone bring towels?” Lauren pipes up, hit back with a wave of groans.
“Guess not,” Zayn answers her, tossing his wet shirt her way. It slaps on her side and she rolls her eyes.
So cute! NOW I realize who Lor reminds me of: Evy Lynch! Luna Lovegood! She’s so similar to her in both spirit & looks! Hilarious.
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