"What? we were bored." He spoke retaining his famous PokerFace. I snickered, "oh yeah, sure." Frank snorted, "no shit!" But in a matter of seconds after the fit of laughter erupted from the room, we were hushed... by none other than the fro princess. "Can't you guys keep it down?! She's going to fairytopia now!"

Then Mikey chimed in, "really? OMG!" Then he glared at Frank and I, who looked a bit dazed, "you two. Go around the house and play. Don't disturb us!" By this time, the two of us were in hysterics and soon enough Mikey kicked us out. We tumbled down into the fresh lawn of Frank's garden and as soon as we did, the tone of our laughter rose by several octaves.

Some of the neighbours were now giving us looks, to which we could only resort with a roll of the eye. Once regaining our breaths, we smiled and shook our heads at each other. Frank sighed and got up from the bed of grass and then helped me up. I looked at him and gave him a lopsided smile, "you still aren't telling me your plan, dipshit?" He grinned evilly at me.

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Caméllia's P.O.V.

Ever get the feeling of being so exhausted that you could sleep for a week straight, even after not doing anything all day? Don't know about anyone, but I sure as hell do. I had been watching the criminal minds non stop for two hours now. And I felt like dead meat right now.

I was too lazy to even go to the bathroom. And it was getting a bit out of control. It was as if the couch had a magnet and my body just couldn't part from it. Being my usual lazy ass, I tried to hold back my pee for as long as I could. But just like expected, there did come a point, where I just couldn't take it anymore.

So being compelled to answer the nature's call, I parted from the couch fabric, all of a sudden feeling cold and unprotected. I dragged my feet to the bathroom, before sighing and entering it. Once I was done, I came out of the bathroom and suddenly my stomach went all 'rawr'. And well, we all know the remedy to this problem.

All of a sudden, as if some hyperactive bunny's spirit had possessed me, I skipped to the kitchen. Well, if you still couldn't tell- I'm hungry all the freaking time. And if you wanna judge then go ahead because I just dropped the fuck I was about to give. Anyways.... I need my medication.

Soon enough I was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and drawers, desperately looking for it. I looked here, I looked there... I looked every- fucking- where. Oh wait... maybe not everywhere. My eyes lit up as soon as they fell upon the container. Yes. Yes. Yes.....

my cookies!

My divine heavenly little cookies.... and I sighed dreamily, grinning like a maniac. I know I'm fucked up, okay? You don't need to remind me. I shoved my hand inside the container and took out two big chunks. But just when I was about to assault it with my mouth, the fucking doorbell rang.

The fucking thing rang. And know what? I fucking dropped my cookie. I dropped it.... I fucking dropped it. I'm such a horrible person... (A/N: a minute of silence for that cookie). But then my head snapped sharply towards the direction of the sound and my eyes narrowed into slits so thin, that it almost made it impossible to see. But hey, I had to look fierce, right?

Anyways, where was I?..... oh yes, that person is dead. So dead. I stomped to the door with invisible smoke blowing out of my ears and nose. Then as soon as I kept my hand on the doorknob, a malicious eerie fake smile was plastered upon my face. And I knew it myself that that was enough to scare the shit out of the person standing at the other side. I forcefully pulled the door open. AND....bam!

Guess whose hazel eyes were about to drop out of their sockets? Oh no. Oh yes. My expression faltered ever so slightly imitating the one on the person's face opposite to me. I stammered, "Ge-Gerard?" His eyes returned to their normal size as he let out a titter. And the next thing I knew... three familiar faces popped up out of nowhere, startling me shitless.

And a chorus began, "Hey Camélliaaaa!" And they waved in unison. I blinked once. I blinked twice. And I knew then... I couldn't be angry at those adorable creatures for a lil cookie... although, I'm sure as hell that I'd give them a hard time about it. I was going to change my mind about killing them for that cookie, but just as I was about to, I was greeted with a splash of water hitting me square in my face. And then the rest followed in his path by going the same.

They were all holding those stupid water guns and grinning like maniacs, including Gerard. *cough*And I just lamely stood there, holding my same stupefied expression for the time being. As soon as it stopped and I was completely drenched, the guys grinned exposing all their pearly whites, "surprise!"

I blinked once. I blinked twice. But before the volcano could erupt, the gang shoved past me; entering MY fucking house without ANY permission. They started exploring the living room right away, leaving me standing there, all drenched. And you know.... that was it. Screw these adorable creatures. They are so dead!

I cleared my throat, but surprisingly no one noticed. Now my eyes were narrowed into slits even narrower than earlier. If that was even possible. And with a more than loud bang I closed the front door. Well, yes it did grab their attention. All the four heads shot right in my direction, and the smug grin across their faces dropped the same instant. Frank gulped.

There was a moment of silence, before he yelled, "Run!" And with that, the teens ran around my house with me chasing after them, with those same invisible smokes coming out of my ears. I snarled, "Oh you're all so dead." I grabbed three to four cushions and threw it at them one by one. The first one hit Frank and he tripped over and fell, followed by Mikey shortly after. Ray might've found a really good hiding place because he was nowhere in sight. I took each step cautiously looking for any sign and just as I was about to turn around, I saw a faint shadow behind the living room wall.

And as soon as the faint outline of a fro came to view, I knew it was Ray. Ha! How could he even imagine that I wouldn't find him?! My grip tightened around the last cushion I was holding as I neared him. But out of fucking nowhere, two hands grabbed me by the waist and before I could even open my mouth to scream, one of the hands flew to my mouth to prevent me from uttering a word. My eyes grew wide and all of a sudden it dawned on me. Gerard. That bitch.

I should've blushed at the thought of his hands on my lips, but I was too fucking pissed to even think about blushing right now. But then he abruptly removed his hand and did what I hadn't expected him to. He picked me up bridal style and started walking. I looked up at him and our eyes locked for what seemed like minutes but were only seconds. He had this odd mischievous glint in his eyes and I.... I don't even know what my expression was anymore.

And stupidly enough, I couldn't bring myself to protest. He looked away to continue with his pace. To be quite honest, I wasn't even registering our surrounding. I just kept looking at him the entire time, silently adoring his jawline and neck structure. And then I noticed.... that one of his hands were holding me from my sides and the other was near my goddamn butt. Now I blushed. Hard.

Why the hell isn't this bothering him?! But then why the hell is it bothering me? I mean he's just my frienemy, right? This is wrong. So damn wrong. And he stopped in his tracks, then slowly shifted his gaze down again to interlock our eyes. And the next second the cheesiest of the smirks appeared on his face. Okay... so what now?

I frowned with confusion. And well, before I knew it- both hands were removed from me and with a louder than necessary thud I hit what seemed like my couch. My eyes would've fallen out of their sockets because of the impact, but well, they didn't. Now I had on a PokerFace and the next thing that came out of my mouth was "Gerard Fucking Way, you don't know what you got yourself into bitch."

And in a swift move, I grabbed the nearest cushions and threw them at him all at once. His face was priceless as he stood there like a statue. And then he spat out, "oh bitch, its on!" And just then, he picked up those cushions and started throwing them at me and what else could I do- other than reciprocate of course? But that wasn't enough. Because soon enough we were joined by the other three. And the pillow fight continued.

And went on till we laughed and cried at the same time.

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