5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

I can feel the uncomfortably cold sensation of what could be egg, dripping down the back of my neck and hardening in my hair. I accidentally tipped some flour on the front of Mikey and he declared war upon me. Apparently, flour doesn't just fall onto someone whilst baking. Idiot.

So, right now, I'm running away from him and getting pelted with eggs. He could have chosen something softer with the likelihood of injury being none. I squeal in discomfort as an egg goes zooming passed my ear and smashes against the wall next to me, yolk and shell going everywhere.

"Ok! Ok!"

I turn to face him and he has a carton of a dozen eggs in one hand and the other hand stretched up and ready to aim with another egg. He smiles slyly at me. I know he's going to try taking me off guard and throwing it at me without my knowing, but I'm not up for this game anymore.

"Truce! I give in. You win."

I sound out of breath, like I've ran a marathon, but it's due to the adrenaline and excitement that I'm breathing so heavily.

"Wow. Easy win for me."

He settles the carton of eggs onto the nearest surface and I walk towards him in a congratulatory hug, feeling him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, and I seize the opportunity. Reaching down to the left of me slowly, I grab an egg and bring it down on top of his head, the shell smashing and emptying the contents all over his head and hair.

"You're pure evil."

He narrows his eyes at me, the yolk dripping down onto his forehead, and I have to force myself not to laugh. The urge is too much and I'm soon bent double, laughing hard and leaving me breathless. Mikey takes the opportunity to strike, dumping an entire bag of flour over my head and back, clouds of white billowing around us both, and he chokes as he laughs in the floury air.

I'm left standing in shock, the mixture of egg and flour thickening in my hair, clothing and skin. The smell is pungent and I desperately want to wash it off me.

"Your face," he's still in stitches, laughing away at the sight of me "such a picture. Oh my, I wish I had a camera."

I quietly growl at him, hating that he is laughing at my expense, and I quickly try to plot revenge. Today is going to be a vicious cycle, the pair of us too competitive to give in to the other.

"We should wash this off," he smells his shirt, pulling a disgusted face "I'm starting to smell like that kid you dated in pre-school."

"It was pre-school!"

He laughs loudly and I quickly join in, stopping when an idea dawns on me.

"First one to the shower wins!"

"Shit!"

We both hurl ourselves up the stairs, myself in the lead, and Mikey grabs at my ankles to slow me down. I'm using my hands to help me gain speed up the stairs and get onto to two feet to run towards the bathroom before he gets there.