All's Fair in Hate and War. (A Marianas Trench Tale)

My plan was completely ready to go, and I snuck over to Josh's room. I slowly, and quietly opened the door, and crept over to his bed, and raised my gun. As I shot the first one, he freaked out, and rolled off the bed.

"What are you doing!?!?!" He was trying to dodge my water gun.

"Getting my revenge!"

"That's fricken freezing! Stop it!" I kept spraying, and he crawled into a corner.

"Does that mean you want the scalding hot water instead?" I asked while repeatedly spraying him.

"No! No!" He exclaimed.

"This is for my blueberry stained designer shirt!" He was laughing, and I was almost running out of water.

"This is a terrible awakening!" My gun ran out, and I spun it around on my finger, then blew on the tip.

"I told you not to cross the line. This is what you get when you do." I bent down to the curled up ball of quivering waste of flesh in the corner, and sweetly said, "Good night." I then walked out of the room like a bad bitch, and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up, and I had the best sleep ever. I sat up, and stretched. I shuffled over to my bathroom, and took a nice hot shower to clease myself.  When I got out, I grabbed a towel, and it was soaking wet. I felt all of them, and they were all completely soaking wet. I knew it was Josh. If this was his only retalliation then he's weak. Not even a worthy opponent. I air-dried myself, and went to go get dressed. I pulled a few clothes out of the closet, and put on my shirt, when I started smelling really strong cologne. Axe. Pretty much like a whole can was sprayed. I smelled around, and it was my shirt. I ripped it off, and picked a new shirt. I smelled it, and it smelt the same. I went through my whole closet, and they all smelled disgusting.

"JOSH!" I went out in my undergarments because I really had nothing else to put on, and I pissed. I then ran downstairs angrily, and burst open the door to the kitchen. There I saw the two sitting eating cereal and their facial expressions when I came in were quite different. Matt's face was pretty much pure shock, and Josh's was complete amusement.

"Brooke? Where are your clothes?"

"I can't wear them since that doofus over there sprayed them all with gross cologne!" Josh started laughing.

"That's what you get for spraying me with freezing water! At 1:00am!" We were glaring at each other. "Do you know what it's like sleeping, and feeling like a fucking icecube!?"

"Whoa guys! What is this about?"

"He glued my door shut, so I sprayed him in the night with water. Then HE wet all my towels, and sprayed my clothes with his nasty-ass 'Axe' of whatever that was!"

"Hey! I had to sleep on the floor because my bed was wet!"

"That probably wasn't from the water." I laughed, but he just looked at me with anger in his eyes.

"Guys, just stay away from each other," Matt said while getting up and putting his dish in the dishwasher.

"Fine, I'm going back to bed. Maybe it's dry by now." He then rushed upstairs. I then got an idea. Maybe this was me going crazy, or taking this too far, but I found this just a perfect opportunity to pay him back for all of that toxic waste I had to breathe in.

"Hey Matt. I think I'm going to make a drink for him as an apology," I said while going to the cupboards and pulling out a glass. "I really do feel bad about the whole thing." I tried to hold in my laughter of how un-true that statement was.

"That would be nice of you; end this "Prank War" that's going on." I laughed in my head. He had no idea what I had planned for our little 'guest' here.

"Just don't tell him it's from me. It'll be ready in a sec."

"Ok," He said and turned away to walk but I stopped him.

"Wait," he turned back to face me. "What's his favourite pop?"

"Um, Coke Zero. That's pretty much his favourite drink in the whole world. Get him some of that, and BAM! instant friends."

"Ok, thanks," I said with a smile. I was just glad that we had a drink that already fizzed.

I went to the fridge, and filled a cup with Coke Zero. I set that on the counter and ran to my bathroom to get the real key to my plan.

       I dug through my pill shelves, and found a few extra-strengh sleeping pills for my insomnia. Too bad that's not what they will be used for. 

I flipped around the bottle, and saw the intake chart.

1 Pill- Light sleep, (8 Hours)

2 Pills- Deep Sleep, (12 Hours)

3 Pills- Very Deep Sleep, (15 Hours)

4 Pills- Knocked Out for 1 Hour

 I smiled deviously, and went back to the kitchen. I cracked four, and emptied it's contents into the glass. I watched the drink fizz a little more, then go back to it's regular fizziness. Now, this plan isn't as evil as it sounds. It was pretty mild, I just needed him to not notice anything.

        I gave the glass to Matt, and followed him upstairs. As he went in, he almost closed the door, but I peeked in the crack. I smiled as Josh drank it quickly, and gave it back to Matt. He soon, came out, and closed the door.

"Did he like it?"

"Yeah. By the way, I can buy you some clothes if you want, while all yours wash."

"That would be sweet. I'll get you a hundred bucks," I turned to go grab my purse but he stopped me.

"Nah. Just think of it as a repayment of having to put up with that guy," He said with a little chuckle and a smile.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll find someway to put up with him," I must've said that with a smile because he looked at me weird, then I gave him the money, and he left. I then remembered at that moment my extra clothes in the drawer. I normally kept them all in my closet, but I ran out of room. I went to my room, and saw what was in there. It was a high waisted navy blue skirt, and white and black striped shirt. I put them on along with black pumps. I wore bright red lipstick, and a navy blue beret. I felt so French! I then grabbed my makeup, and went to Josh's room. I leaned over him, and moved his head from side to side to see if he was just sleeping. He was completely knocked out. I smiled, and let the artistic work begin.