Nerdalicious

Chapter 6: Live a little, my ass.

Chapter six: Live a little, my ass.

“Paintballing? I love playing that! The last time we played it was so much fun! Remember Jen?” Iman bubbled excitedly.

“Oh I remember. It’s kind of hard to forget how David left paint in my hair for three weeks after all.” She replied with a groan.

“I must admit that it’s more fun when he’s here because we call all triple team him but for now it’s going to have to be every man for themselves.” I explained.

“Boo.” Jen replied with a pout.

“Ok. I didn’t bring any clothes for the game so can you let me borrow some?” Iman asked, ignoring Jen.

“This time we’re gonna do things a bit differently.” I told her.

“Really now?” She asked.

“Yea. We’re gonna dress in all black and play on the paint balling level-” I started but cut off by Jen.

“You have a level just for paint balling; how did we not know this?!” She asked with large doe eyes.

“Yes we do. You have to take a secret path there because there is expensive lighting and shit on that level. Anyway, as I was saying, this time the paint is glow in the dark because the level has UV lights.” I finished.

“You have freaking UV lights in your house? Normal people can’t even begin to imagine that!” Iman exclaimed.

“Did I ever categorize myself as normal?” I asked with a pointed look. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it before she nodded in agreement.

“Well let’s get our clothing on so we can start!” Iman said as she jumped up.

“Sure, I’ll let you borrow my clothes. This is going to be so much fun!” I informed them as the three of us made our way to the closet. In my mind I was thinking of all the shots at them that I could get in with this game. Payback is gonna be sweet.

We quickly changed into our black clothing and I gave them some black scarves to protect their hair. We exited my room and I led them to the kitchen where I had the guns loaded up. Be aware that these were specially made for us so that a body suit of protection isn’t needed when we play. The impact of the balls don’t cause much pain, maybe equivalent to a slap on bare skin; but that’s all.

Walking out of the kitchen with the guns, I lead them through twists, turns and steps that brought us to the UV level. As they looked around in amazement, I checked up on everything with Riley just to make sure things were running smoothly. When I was rest assured, I turned to them and dimmed the actual lights to turn on the UV ones.

“We have 10 seconds to find a different spot, so Riley will count for us. I'm outtie!” I yelled and took off.

Manoeuvring around the twists while clutching my gun, I found a spot and stooped down; listening in for Riley’s voice to crackle through the level.

“Ten,”

Now

“Nine,”

This

“Eight,”

Is

“Seven,”

Going

“Six,”

To

“Five,”

Be