Eve jumped on her bed as Kirk followed her through and closed the door behind him, clinking the glasses as he did so. He jumped onto the bed with the glasses and handed one back to Eve, who took it and waited as he poured more into her glass, filling his own up in the process. They clinked glasses and took a sip.
"So, Paul." Kirk said, clearing his throat as he placed the glass on the side. Eve copied him and then folded her legs, turning to face her friend. His eyes sparkled with mischief as thoughts started moving through his head at a quick pace. "Any ideas?"
"You could put dye in his shampoo?" Eve suggested, feeling like a genius for even thinking up of that brilliant idea.
Kirk, however, rubbed his chin and leaned so that he rested his elbow on the bed, propping his head up. "I think I'd be shipped off home if I did something like that. How about we scare him?"
Eve shook her head immediately. "He's a wimp. He'll get so freaked out that he'll demand to be sent home and you know I'd get the blame for ruining the holiday."
Kirk smirked then scratched his head. "What if we covered him in syrup and stuck feathers all over him like in the movies?"
Eve leaned down so that she was on eye level with Kirk and frowned. "How are you going to get him to stand there whilst you pour stuff all over him?"
Kirk was quiet for a moment before his eyes lit up. "I could cling film his door so that he ran into the stuff. That would be easy."
"Kirk...you sleep in that room too, you know."
Kirk shrugged and looked down at his hands. "I could make sure he went out first. Obviously he'd see the trap before he walks into it so I could push him from behind right into it."
"You might get it all over you as well, though, and then it would defeat the point."
"I'll take one for the team if it meant getting Paul back." He laughed and grabbed his glass to sip his drink again. "I could do it now. You could help me. He sleeps like a dead man. He wouldn't notice a thing. We'd just have to be careful because we dont want to ruin the house."
"It's a bit risky, isn't it? Couldn't we just put salt in his water or something."
Kirk gave Eve a disappointed look and flicked her leg. "You're so uninventive."
"I just think a lot could go wrong that's all!" Eve sat up and took a drink before crossing her arms. "What if someone saw what you were doing and tried to stop you? The whole plan would be ruined, Paul wouldn't get pranked and you'd get told off for ruining property or something."
Kirk patted his chin and then sat up too. "I could get up early in the morning or something and do it when I know he's about to leave the room so that no one could stop me. You'd have to help though. I wouldn't have enough time to do it myself."
"What if I don't want to help? He's my brother after all. I dont want to be involved with your fights." She huffed and Kirk gasped, clutching his chest.
"Am I or am I not your best friend?! Friends stick together and if I'm going down then you're coming down with me."
Kirk put his fingers in his glass and flicked his drink at Eve, causing her to gasp and do it back. He laughed and drank the rest of his drink before placing it on the side. Eve did the same, leaning back on her bed, grinning in a teasing manner.
"You can't help but cause trouble, can you?"
Kirk smirked and crawled up so that he could sit next to Eve, resting his back against the wall. "It's fun to be troublesome. You should take dares more often."
YOU ARE READING
Pushed by her parents, Eve is forced to spend her summer at a holiday house, owned by a creepy old man and his charming son. Luckily, she has her trusty phone and her best friend to keep her company. However, something doesn't seem quite right. Eve...