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

(Josh's P.O.V)

Jesus, Brooke annoyed me so much! UGH! I hated her more than anything at this moment, and just didn't even want to thinkabout her. Then again... she was kind of cute.

Stop it! No Josh! You cannot start having feeling for the girl you hated! I mean, she wouldn't even have the same feelings for me anyways, I would be fighting a hopeless battle. Okay, I just had to clear Brooke out of my mind, and start working on some pranks. I had to keep my game face on, and no matter what, do NOT get mixed up.

~The next day~

(Brooke's P.O.V)

It was now morning, and I expected this day to have something in store for me. And luckily, after my sleep that cleared my head about Josh, I'm ready to retalliate. I mean, it's not like he would like me anyways. He hate each other, and that's how it's going to stay.

After what happened in the shower last night, I decided not to take one today, and go right downstairs for breakfast. I checked the doors to make sure there was nothing on it, and walked into the kitchen slowly.

"Hey Brooke," A voice called and made me jump.

"Oh my god!" I held a hand over my beating chest, to make sure it didn't burst. 

"Um, is there something on my face?" Matt asked confusedly. I smiled and calmed down a little.

"No, it's just we both know Josh is out there plotting something for me, and I can never be too careful with the things he does."

"Why are you guys still doing this?" I walked over and grabbed a box of cereal.

"Because one of us just has to have the last laugh, which of course is me. I must reign supreme!" Matt smiled.

"Well, you always were that type of person."

"Thank you," I said happily and grabbed a bowl, and set on the table.

"But, do you want to know the real reason that I think you guys are doing all this?"

"Why?"

"Because you loooove---" I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence mister!" He removed my hand.

"Fine, but just be careful alright? Don't do anything to harsh, like, break his legs or something. We have a tour in a week and a half, so none of that okay?" I smiled and laughed.

"Okay." 

"Sweet, well, I'm going back to bed. I'm really tired today."

"Yeah me too. Well, have a nice nap." He waved to me and left the room. I then remembered what I was going to. Have some cereal.

I was in the middle of pouring some milk, when Josh walked in the room.

"Hello, Ramsay."

"Hello, Matthews." We glared at each other for a second. "Nice day today right?" He then asked while grabbing an apple.

"Very. A perfect day for planning."

"Very much indeed." He then said and walked out. I really had no idea why we were talking like huffy british people who were guilty of something, but we were.

~Around noon sometime~

Matt said Josh would like to have a meeting of some sort, so I decided to go. I knew something was going to happen. It always does.

"Hello Brooke. Please sit down." Josh motioned me to an armchair.

"What's there Josh? A whoope cushion? Will it break? Is there something on it?"

"No. Just want to build some peace a little while before our...meeting." He had a smug look on his face.

"I'd rather not." I sat down on a different chair, and he started laughing. I tried to get up, and hit him, but there was a problem. "Josh, I'm stuck." I was very calm, while he was hystarical.

"Yep. That monster glue really works." He then happily threw himself on the couch. I looked at him with a gleam in my eye.

"Hey, Josh. Why don't you try and get up now?" I smiled.

"I can, because I didn't glue this seat." He then got up. I smiled, as two gallons of fushia paint dumped all over his head. He stood there in shock while I laughed.

"You dumped paint on me?"

"Yeah, I would wash that off before it dries." He turned around to start walking. "What are you doing?"

"Going to shower."

"Oh, no honey. You would track paint all over this house, and nobody wants that. Go outside." He glared at me.

"Fine. But don't expect a small retaliation from me." He almost walked out the door.

"Oh, Josh?"

"What?"

"Don't forget behind your ears. That paint is a bitch to get out." I smiled smugly. He started walking again. "One last thing before you go sweetheart," I said with a grin.

"What?" He clenched his teeth hard.

"Don't forget honey. All's Fair in Hate and War."

 ***Authors Note***

Okay, so I really wanted to use the story's title in the actual story. I know it's kind of corny but whatever. I think I might throw it in again later!