Emily’s p. o. v
It was now 6:02am. Me and Blake had just finished setting up our master plan. We call it, Operation “Wake Up Call”. I know, very original but that was all we could come up with. And I kind of like it. An hour ago, after me and Blake had finished planning everything, we split up and went to each one of the boy’s room while they were sleeping and set up our traps.
We split the rooms in half. I took three rooms and Blake took three. I did Dylan, Chris and Alex’s room while Blake did Nick, Tyler and Levi’s room. For Dylan, I poured honey on him, warped string around his room making it zig-zag and make sure that it would be impossible for him to exit the room without getting tangled in the, also covered in honey, strings. (All the boys were topless).
For Chris, I poured sticky glue on his chest, effectively covering it, and put a bucket of glitter on top of the slightly open door so that when he opened, the bucket will fall on him, covering him in glitter. I also may or may not applied some lipstick and mascara on his face.
For Alex, I poured pink paint on his hair, drew a pair of glasses on his face, painted him in glitter glue and put a bucket of feathers on the head bored just above his sleeping figure. I tied a piece of string to the handle of the bucket and the other end of the string to Alex’s hand so that when he moves his hand the Bucket will come down and cover him in feathers. I left the room quietly and met up with Blake in the middle of the hall.
He had done the same thing as me just to the other three. We both lifted our blow horns and let the loud sound of it ring through the once quite house. When me and Blake heard the thumps from the rooms followed by strings of curse words, we knew they were up and furious so we made a run for it as the boys started coming out of their rooms to look for the culprits. When they saw me and Blake running down the hall, they started chasing after us, well, with the exception of Tyler and Dylan, who are currently tangled in honey covered string. But not long after the others, they were free and also chasing us. Blake and I decided to split up and I ran towards the kitchen.
Not even 5 seconds after I entered the kitchen, Dylan, Tyler and Chris came barging in. I armed myself with flower. Dylan grabbed the eggs; Tyler grabbed the sugar and Chris grabbed some dish washing detergent. We all started throwing things and grabbing anything else we could. Half an hour later we were all dirty and full of kitchen stuff glitter and other stuff that I don’t know the name of. Blake and the other boys had joined us in the kitchen after they threw Blake in the pool.
We all worked together to clean up the mess we made, including their rooms, and we took a shower afterword’s to clean up. By the time we were done it was already 11:23am. I feel like I’m forgetting something. We are all now sitting on the couch on the second floor watching T. V when I suddenly heard the front door burst open and yelling.
The door to the lounge bursts open and the purple haired psycho pointed directly at me. “YOU, I have a bone to pick with you.” She yelled before charging at me and tackling me to the ground. She straddled my waist and went to hit me but I flipped us over so that I was now on top. I held her arms down so she couldn’t move them. “What the f*ck are you talking about?” I asked, but knowing exactly what this was about I couldn’t keep the smirk of my face. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dylan and the other boys holding Blake down so he couldn’t get to me. “This is her fight, let her fight it” I heard Dylan say to Blake.
“You know exactly what you did you bitch” She said flipping me and bringing my attention back to her. I flipped us again this time making sure she couldn’t get out of my hold. “YOU ATE MY OREO’S” she yelled at me. Told you she was a psycho. “Yes, I did, and they were delicious” She was even more furious now and she started thrashing around trying to get me off her or at least get her hands free.
This, my friends, is what Ashley turns into when someone eats her food. And the day I left Italy; I took five packets of her Oreo’s with me. After she calmed down, I released her and got up off the floor. She stood up as well and pulled me into a big hug.
Blake’s p. o. v
What.
The. F*ck.
One minute this psycho was wrestling Emily, screaming something about Oreo’s and now they are hugging? The boy’s got up and allowed me to get up. As soon as I got up, I ran to Emily, ripped her away from the mysterious girl and wrapped my arms around Emily in a protective way, pulling her into my chest.
Emily blushed again and the purple haired girl looked shocked. “Girl are you BLUSHING!?!” She asked Emily as if it was the most unrealistic thing. “Don’t sound so shocked, it’s not like you haven’t seen me blushing before.” Emily replied, trying to hide her blush. “Yeah, but you haven’t blushed or looked this happy since him” she spat out the word ‘him’ like it was the most revolting thing in the world. I wonder who this ‘him’ is?
“Who?” I asked. Purple hair looked towards me then back to Emily who just shook her head. “He’s no one, Let me introduce you to One of my best friends. Blake, this is Ashley and Ashley, this is Blake, Alex, Levi, Tyler, Chris and Nick” Emily introduced us pointing towards each one of us as she said our names. “I feel a little left out, you forgot my name” Dylan whines to Emily. “DYLAN” Ashley screams and runs into Dylan’s open arms that engulf her small frame in to a bear hug.
“Wait, if you two are best friends then why did she tackle you?” Nick asked. “Before I left Italy, I went into her secret stash of food and took five packets of Oreo’s with me to eat on the plane. She is very protective of her food so I am assuming you ditched the others at the airport just so you can strangle my for taking your food.” Just as Emily said that, 4 other people walked into the room. “You got that right; she has been non-stop complaining about how you took her Oreo’s. She ditched us at the airport just to give you a piece of her mind. It’s good to see you again Em’s and I see you have a few guests.” A boy with dark brown hair spoke.
“I can’t be bothered to do the whole introduction thing again so y’all introduce yourselves and get to know each other. I’ll be right back, I am just going to get a glass of water from the kitchen.” And with that, she left. SHE LEFT. I can already tell by some of the glares we were receiving that this was not going to be a very pleasant introduction. Hopefully no one dies.