Battle of the Bands

This Means War

MAEVE’S POV

“Have I mentioned that I don’t want to be here?” I asked Logan, who turned around from the front seat, giving me a look that was enough to shut me up.. He turned off the engine and ordered us to get out.

We stood by the car while he handed us our bags and pillows. I glared at him when he handed me my things and he just smiled and pinched my cheek. I swear, he’s like an annoying older brother. He whistled and led us like a line of prisoners through the trees and up this overgrown little path.

The house was completely green on the outside, so it almost blended in with the trees. Annie’s car was already here, so we guessed that our cabin-mates were already there. Yay.

“Annieeeee!” Logan called out through the open door and Annie came hurrying down the stairs with a huge smile. She was always happy that woman.

“Logan! Girls!” she said breathlessly. “Come on in, the boys are upstairs getting comfortable.” She went back up the stairs and Logan followed her.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I sighed, hoisting my bag onto my shoulder and tramping up the stairs reluctantly. The upper floor was split into two rooms, one a fair bit bigger than the other. True to Annie’s word, the boys were spread all over the larger room.

The cabin was meant to house large groups, so there were plenty of beds. Against one wall was a bunk bed with a double on the bottom and a single on the top. On the other there was two double beds. Of course, our room only had four single beds. Stupid selfish boys.

“Where are you guys staying?” Taylah asked Logan and Annie. As far as we could see, these two rooms were the only ones.

“In town,” Logan said simply before leaving the room.

“What?” we followed him out and down the stairs. “What the hell do you mean?”

“We mean,” Annie jumped in. “We figured you guys would be alright here by yourself. Besides, we’ll only be a few minutes away, and we’ve got our phones. You don’t want us around anyway, we’ll just ruin your fun.”

“What fun?” Taylah asked incredulously.

“We’re trying here guys,” Annie said pleadingly. “Can you please put a little effort in, please? Just try.”

She sighed and went outside to her car, leaving the girls and I downstairs with Logan.

“You know, this is practically child abuse,” Taylah complained.

“She’s right, you guys need to be the bigger person here,” he pointed out, crossing his arms and giving us a ‘responsible guardian’ look. “Behave, be nice, don’t kill anyone or burn the house down. I’ll call later and check up on you okay?” he gave us all a hug and a kiss on the forehead and we couldn’t be angry at him, so we hugged him back.

“Love you girls,” he blew us a kiss as he left, the door shutting behind him and leaving us alone with them.

“Hate him,” Georgia grumbled. “Come on, let’s go be nice.”

The boys were still lying around when we went back upstairs and it took them a minute to notice we were standing there.

“Can we help you?” the one with the dark hair and the tanned skin asked sarcastically. The others all looked around in surprise. Did you forget we were in the house ooor?

“If it were up to me, no,” I shot back. “But we’re just following instructions. If it takes being nice to you to get us a tour, then lets chat.”

“Um what?” the oldest looking one asked, confused.

“Well, we don’t even know your names,” Taylah pointed out. “And I’m 90% sure you don’t know ours. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Well, I’m Taylah.”

“Maeve,” I said with the best smile I could muster. “And this is Georgia.”

“I’m Christian,” little blondie said.

Skinny pointy hair: “Mitchel.”

Tanned dark hair: “Tyrone.”

Tall curly hair: “Luke.”

Nicey-nice brunette guy: “Brock.”

Eventually it got so awkward that we shut ourselves up in our room, blocking up the crack in the door to stop the animals from hearing us.

“Why are we being so horrible to each other?” Georgia asked out of the blue. I went to answer then realized I had no idea. “They seemed nice at first but now…”

“Would it kill us to be nicer?” Taylah said thoughtfully.

“I guess not,” I shrugged, standing up. “Well, no time like the pre-“ I cut off with a squeal at the loud bang and spray of water that came through the window. Another water balloon followed after, going straight through the window and hitting the wall behind us. The boys were on the ground, a bucket of water balloons on the floor beside them.

“What the hell you absolute jackasses!” Taylah screamed out of the window at them. They just laughed and threw another one. It split right near her head and she got soaked. She turned back to us, her hair dripping around her face. “Forget being nice, this means war!”