The bridge

7- Mischief

The next day i reluctantly got out of bed and by got out of bed i mean rolled out of bed and faceplanted the floor. It was a long night for me, i couldnt stop thinking about my stupid perants. I especially couldnt stop thinking about caspar. I dont know how i feel about him i dont think i like him but he does make me laugh. I think i have oficially friendzoned caspar. For now.

After taking a shower and making my self presentable to the world i was finally ready to go to and collect Emily from her friends house. It was 26 degrees C out which is fairly warm for north yorkshire so i was in a croptop that read "if your going to be two faced at least make one of them pretty" and high wasted jean-shorts with my black converse.

Maisie and i arent like twigs, we arent overweight but we arent really skinny, id say we are just right, so when we go shopping we always buy croptops with high waisted jeans or shorts so you can see our stomaches.

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"So Emily, whatcha want to do today" i asked her, we were sat at the breakfast bar eating the mini pancakes we had just made togeather. I must say, they were delicious!

"I dunno, can we do something fun" she said, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Sure" i say wearily "what kinda thing you thinking of"

"How about a food fight" her eyes now glistening with excitment.

"Sounds fun" i say before taking mine and her plate away, when i got to the worktop i placed the plates on it. I had left one of my pancakes because i was too full to eat it, a plan started forming in my head. I covered the remaining pancake in the leftover syrup on my plate then turned round.

"IT BEGINS" i shout at the top of my voice and launch the pancake towards Emily, she was turned away from me but she looked around at just the right time, the pancake hit her square in the face. I started to howl very unatractivly with laughter, once i recomposed myself i stood back up to see Emily stood in front of me with a my massive tub of marshmellow fluff and a spoon.

"Dont you dare waste that" i say as she unscrews the lid, she dips the spoon in to the tub and gets a massive spoonfull. "Emily daniellea frank you dare" she puts the marshmellow fluff in my hair ohh the bitchh.

I grab the first things i can reach, eggs. I start throwing them at her, all of them her, i broke out in to a little happy dance cause i am usually really bad at throwing.

She got a bottle of ketchup and a bottle of salad cream and started to squert them at me. So i ran to the fridge and got the cream cheese i smeared it all in her hair and on her face.

This carried on for what felt like hours, we were just grabbing random things to throw at eachother, it was so much fun. I wasnt looking at what i was getting, i just grabbed the next thing on the work top, it flew through the air, it missed emily but hit mums vase.

The vase shattered and the flowers fell to the floor, only then did i realise that i had thrown an apple.

"Oh lord mack, thats mums best vase, what are we going to do" she said, shock and fear written across her face.

Oh god, you try to have a bit of fun and something bad happenes to ruin it.

"Get the dustpan and bush and sweep up all of the glass" i told her and she ran to the couboard.

I looked around the kitchen at the mess we had made, great, this is going to take ages to clean up. So we started cleaning and didnt stop till the kitchen was spotless.