Before He Was Sourwolf

4

Me and Derek were in the kitchen, plotting what to do to our parents in the smallest voices we could. There's something their hiding from us, but they won't tell us what. It's even worse when they share those looks like they think they're so high and mighty. They're not. We're equals. And if they wanted to be better and keep a secret from us, then we would do the same to them. 

Just not in the same area.

So that is what leads us to this master plan. 

We stroll out of the kitchen, innocent, passive looks on our faces. Two can play this way. We sit down and quickly finish our dinner before putting our plates in the sink and rushing out the back door. Whenever we finish dinner, everyone always goes outside and plays around for a while, having fun and making our families bond stronger every time. 

We got to our tree house and took out the necessary materials that we had gathered over time to plan out and execute all pranks. We ran back to our patio and our parents' relaxing chairs. They were always in a row of perfect 4, never messed with and always in the same area. He got started on the chair itself and I got the spray paint shaken up . I painted the arms of all the chairs a white to match how the looked now, and took some scissors and cut the centers of the seats.

When we finished we looked at each other and smirked before we heard the fast and slow approaching footsteps. We rushed back up to the tree house and put all our materials in their respected areas before jumping down and sitting at the base of the tree with arms crossed pretending to look up at the sun setting sky and the different elements of nature that were in our backyard. 

Cora came running out with Sam hot on her heels and Laura and Peter arguing heatedly about something, making large arm gestures and different head movements. Our parents came strolling by a second later and immediately went to their chairs. When Talia and my mom put their hands down on the arms of the chairs they immediately pulled them back and looked at their now painted white hands. 

They turned to us and gave us sarcastic smiles.

"So clever, kids, but not clever enough." She and my mom said before they sat down, and immediately fell through their chairs and their butts landing onto cold water balloons that exploded on impact,and setting off the small little poppers I had planted, making large popping noises causing them to yelp in surprise. 

The sound of ours, the other kids, and our dads laughter could be heard throughout the yard and all we could see were our seething mothers. Our dad's avoided the arms of the chairs and settled into their seats without falling through, and gave our mothers triumphant smiles, as if to prove that they won. 

That was, until their chairs fell apart and Derek released the bolts from his hand, making them land onto a pile on the cut grass. Laughing from all the kids and even our moms were heard. Then our dads and moms looked at each other before looking straight at Derek and I. They all had a smirk on their faces and glints in their eyes. 

"One, Two, Three." We counted down before we got up and sprinted out of the yard, through the back gate, down the street, and into the forest. We were pushing each other back and shoving one another forward, all in an effort to escape our parents who might not have been following us anymore. We came upon a hill, making the both of us trip and fall, rolling down the hard terrain until we had gotten to the bottom, making us land with one final, dense hit, landing on our backs and facing the tops of the tall tree's.  

Then, we started laughing. 

Scratch that, we were cackling, tears rolling down our faces, and gasping for breath. We had laughed for so long that the ground had started to become comfortable and we had gotten leaves and sticks in our hair. We finally calmed down and took in a deep breath before sighing contentedly. We looked at each other and smiled before getting up and brushing each other off. 

"How much trouble do you think we're in for that?" I ask, and he ponders the question.

"Maybe not that much, I mean, they were always complaining they wanted new chairs. Now they have an excuse to get new ones." He shrugged and I nodded. 

By the time we got back to the entrance to my back yard, we looked at each other, mentally communicating and coming to an agreement. If we go down, we go down together. We each nodded, intertwining our hands before stepping out and walking bravely into the battle site before us. For once we had thought that all was fine and that we were safe. But we were sorely mistaken, as we released simultaneous shrieks, caused by being pelted with freezing, ice-cold water balloons and sprayed and soaked by water guns.

When the assault had come to an end, we wiped our eyes and looked up to see that everyone had teamed up against us, and were using our own water guns and artillery against us. I gaped at them, not thinking they had it in them to do something so devious, but was also secretly impressed.  

"Hit by our own artillery." Derek said, wiping water off his face.

"Our own weaponry." I added, flicking some of the water off our hands. "Were appalled." I finish for the both of us, and with a final shake of the heads, push our chins high into the air and link arms, strutting side-by-side into the house where we washed up and spent the night telling jokes and watching movies in my room. Unknown to us, pictures were being taken the whole time, and our laughing, smiling, and happy faces were forever encased in the film and in the image. 

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I promise that it'll get better. 

Ti amo il mio piccolo eroe!!

-Abby