Playing With Lightning

The Juice Wars

“Max turn the freaking TV down,” I groaned, dragging my feet through to the lounge room. I stopped short when I saw he wasn’t alone. Of course they were all at my house at… 10:00 in the morning. On a Sunday.

“This seems like déjà vu,” Nathan commented, looking down at my pyjamas. “Except the clothes are shrinking.”

Assuming he was referring to the day I’d met them all, then yes the similarities were evident. And yes, I’d swapped my flannelette jammies for short red PJ shorts, and my baggy t-shirt for a tight singlet and my pink fuzzy socks still stuck out from the top of my uggs. And yes, that singlet emphasised certain features, but it was 10:00 and it was just them and I didn’t care. I just wanted juice.

“Max!” I yelled through the house as I opened the fridge. “Who drank my freaking juice?”

“I don’t know,” five voices chorused as one. “Guess you’ll have to go without today.”

I stood there for a second, deliberating what I would do. It seemed I had two options, forget the juice, or lack thereof, and drink water. Or, option two…

I started crying. Not literally crying, but my award winning fake crying that could fool even the hardest of heartless bastards. It was loud enough that the boys came running out to see what was wrong. I sat there, my back against the fridge and my head in my hands, letting out heartbreaking noises.

“What happened?”

“I – I just really wanted juice,” I sobbed. “I had a shitty night, and I couldn’t sleep and I just feel so shitty and I just wanted some juice and I don’t know why I’m so emotional but I am and I’m sorry but I just really want juice.”

“Okay, alright,” they all looked to each other, figuring out what to do. “Umm… Jay will go get you some juice.”

“What, why me?” he protested.

“Because we brought your car,” Tom pointed out. “Besides, you’re the best with uh… emotions and stuff.”

“You guys always buy the wrong juice,” I pouted, sniffling convincingly.

“Fine,” he sighed, reaching down and pulling me up by my wrist. “Then you’re coming with me.”

He dragged me out into the carport, shooting the boys dirty looks as he went. I got into the car, wrapping my arms around my knees. Probably should have stopped to get a jacket, whoops.

“Here, you look cold,” he slipped his arms out of his jumper and handed it over. “Sorry I dragged you out so quickly, didn’t think about that.”

“All good,” I shrugged cheerfully, enjoying the warmth the oversized jumped gave me. The sleeves fell down past my fingertips, meaning my hands were warmed up inside the toasty fabric.

“I can’t believe we actually bought that,” he shook his head. “Again.”

“I really like juice,” I said defensively. “Your fault for drinking it all.”

“You know I wouldn’t even thinking of getting between you and your juice,” he pointed out and I nodded. Very true, he was too smart for that.

We pulled into the supermarket carpark and I got out, forgetting I was in my pyjamas. I skipped inside, grabbing a basket and going immediately to the aisle where they stocked the juice. My juice as I liked to call it was on the very top shelf, just out of my reach on tippy toes. Jay chuckled and reached up to pluck it down, putting it in the basket.

“You know,” I said as we were walking back up the aisle. “It seems like a bit of a waste to just buy one thing. I mean we came all this way…”

“Get whatever you want,” he nodded with a ‘you’re an idiot’ smile. “My treat.” I grinned and grabbed his hand, racing straight for the confectionery aisle.

We got to the counter and the girl scanned our items, smiling flirtatiously at Jay like they did everywhere we went. I grabbed the bag while he paid, pulling out a bag of mnms and ripping open the top.

“Want to help me punish whoever did drink my juice?” I asked once we were back in the car, a mischievous smirk lighting up my face. He grinned back at me, a plan formulating between the two of us. Jay was always my partner in crime, especially when it came to revenge.

We pulled up to the house and I burst inside, running up the stairs as loudly as possible. I had the juice bottle and lollies under Jay’s zipped up jumper and I threw them on my bed after slamming my door with a bang. I pressed my ear to the door to hear Jay giving an explanation.

“I don’t know what happened,” he said convincingly. “She just shut down and started crying and she got out of the car like halfway down the street and ran the rest of the way. No, don’t go up there, it could get nasty. Pretty sure something’s up. Yeah, I think she might be on her period as well.”

“James McGuiness that was not apart of the plan!” I burst out, sliding down the stairs, whacking his head as I passed. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

“Just making the story believable, babe,” he smirked. The others started laughing hysterically. “Hold up, I don’t think you idiots should be laughing. You totally fell for that. The looks on your faces gave it away so bad.”

Despite being annoyed at Jay, I accepted his high five with a smug grin at the other four.

“And now, I’m not sharing my juice or my lollies with any of you,” I huffed before running back upstairs and jumping onto my bed. I sat there for the next couple of hours watching movies and scouring the internet while drinking juice straight from the bottle and working my way through my lollies from Jay.

There was a new picture everyone was talking about on twitter. My curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on it, being brought to a picture of Jay and I from just today. We were at the supermarket in the candy aisle. He was holding the basket and I was looking at the shelves, turning slightly as if I was laughing at him. The caption was ‘How can people not ship these two?’. The boys fans certainly were crazy, I’ll give them that. One reply caught my eye.

LittleGeorgeLover @JayTheWanted I told you to back off, get a clue and stay away from her. She wants me, not you.

LittleGeorgeLover By the way, @AwkwardlyMavis, nice legs ;)

I shut the laptop immediately, majorly creeped out. Ugh, forget it. I pushed it to the back of my mind, shutting my laptop just as I heard a crash from downstairs.

“Shit.”

What do people think? Okay? Terrible? What do you think of the creepy twitter guy? ANything? x.