Alina's POV
I ran into a random bedroom, Violet in tow.
Weapons. Weapons would be great about now.
But guess who wasn't allowed to have weapons because they'd probably hurt themselves!
Violet.
Well, me, too.
But let's pretend it's just Violet.
The first place I checked for something that could be used as a weapon were the bedside drawers.
Nail filer, paper clip, and book.
Nail filer and paper clip can be used to stab, whereas we can use the book to hit them over the head.
Next was under the bed; three blankets. Useless.
While I was checking the dresser and coming up empty handed, Violet walked out of the bathroom holding a hair straightener, three bottles of perfume, deodorant and shampoo.
The hair straightener and deodorant could be thrown at their heads, and the perfume and shampoo could burn their eyes.
And now, we wait.
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After a tedious three minutes passed, the doorknob jiggled.
"Uh, Alina, we never barricaded the room," Violet whispered.
"Shit, too late now," I whispered back.
We peeked our heads over the bed and looked at the door.
Something tapped on the window behind us.
We both jumped and slowly turned around, a bird flew into the window.
"Ha. Stupid bird! Can't see glass," I muttered.
"Ha! LOSER!" Violet laughed.
"It's rude to call a bird a loser," a voice said behind us.
We stood up and turned around.
Charlie laid on his stomach on the bed, with his legs up in the air and crossed, while he rested his chin in his hands and smiled up at us, innocently.
In the doorway stood Ben, his arms crossed, glaring.
Out of instinct, Violet threw the book at Charlie.
"OH! Shit! I'm sorry!" Violet looked mortified. "I'll buy you ice cream! I'm so so sorry!"
Charlie slid from the bed, holding his head. "Owie." He frowned, childishly.
Ben stepped forward, his gun pointed at me.
"Ben, honey, come on. Come on, honey, you're not upset about the whole oily floor thing are you?" I teased.
He glared.
Charlie stood up and had his gun in his hand, but he wasn't pointing it at anyone. Yet, that is.
"I see," I nodded. "Well you brought this upon yourself."
I put the perfume at his eye level, about a foot away, and sprayed. He instantly dropped his gun and held his eyes. Violet grabbed the gun that fell to the ground.
"YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!" he screamed and fell to his knees.
"Ow, my heart," I put my hand over my heart, "but, on the bright side you'll smell like," I looked at the label, Champagne Toast, "CHAMPAGNE!" I paused. "Okee, Violet! Time to go!"
"Yeah," she said.
We ran out of the room and down the stairs.
The first floor was a mess, broken glass everywhere, furniture destroyed and blood splattered on the walls and floors.
"Alina! Violet!" Charlie sang. "Get your asses back here!"
He ran down the stairs after us.
"Ah, schist!" Violet yelled and ran down the stairs.
Charlie giggled, "Rock puns. Ah! Shoot! Get back here! How dare you make me giggle?!"
"Hey, Charlie!" Violet yelled running down the stairs.
"What?"
"What did the big chimney say to the little chimney?"
"I dunno, what?"
"'You're too little to be smoking'," Violet stopped running and fell on the floor, laughing, as hard as she could.
Charlie did, too.
These kids, I swear!
"Violet," I whisper-yelled. "Get up!"
"I'm a comedian! How dareth thee speaketh to thou in such tone?" Violet sat up.
"Shakespeare! We don't have time for your jokes."
"We always have time for jokes! What do you call a group of unorganized cats?"
"What?" Charlie giggled.
Violet tried to contain her laughter, but failed miserably, "A cat-astrophe!"
Next thing I know, there are three teenagers lying on the floor, laughing hysterically at a hilariously stupid joke.
I, of which, was one.
"I've got one!" Charlie raised his hand. "Why don't they play poker in the jungle?"
"Why?" Violet and I said, in unison.
"Too many," he laughed, "CHEETAHS!"
He held his stomach and laughed, as did Violet and I.
"What. The. HELL! IS HAPPENING IN HERE?!" Max yelled, in pure rage.
"Why did the bike fall over?" Charlie ignored Max.
"Why?"
"I was two-tired!" he giggled. "Do you get it?" he giggled harder. "I get it."
"CHARLIE!" Max yelled.
"What, Maxie?" Charlie rolled over, looked at him with wide eyes and stood up. "Uh, Maxie.. You have a spider on your chest!"
Max looked at his chest and flung the spider off of him.
Violet and I totally lost our shit and ran away from the tiny creature crawling towards us. I ran over and jumped on the counter, while Violet hid behind Charlie.
"Ew. Ew. Ew. MOTHER FUCKING EW!!!!!!!! EVERYONE GOT THAT?! EWWW!!!!" I screamed as Violet jumped on Charlie's back.
Charlie stepped on the tiny creature and Violet and I let out a breath of relief.
"Time to burn the house and then sanitize the ashes," Violet climbed off of Charlie.
"Take it up with Cassius," I laughed. "Say pretty please and he'll let you."
"SWEET!"
"Can I burn the house?" Max asked hopeful.
"No you can get out of it though," I smiled innocently.
"Can I?" Charlie asked, sweetly.
"Of course you can't, but you can stay. Vi owes you ice cream anyway."
"I like ice cream!" Charlie smiled.
I walked over and messed up his hair, "Ah, of course you! You're a five year old trapped in a eighteen year old's body."
"YEP!"
"Wait," I looked around, "where's Ace?"
"He's having a talk with your fiance," Max smirked.
I gave him a wide eyed look and ran out the kitchen door.
Cassius stood over Ace, who laid in the grass with a bloody nose.
I ran over to them, "looks like a great talk."
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Max's POV
"Who are you?" I asked the blond girl standing behind Charlie, who sit on the floor playing with his gun.
"Your worst nightmare," she said in an obviously fake deep voice.
"That's Violet!" Charlie piped up. "She threw a book at me, so she's going to buy me ice cream!"
"Violet, huh?"
"Nope," she looked out the window.
"Then who are you?"
"Satan, my friends call me Luci," she looked me in the eyes.
"Okay, Luci, w-"
"'Ey, you're not my friend, how DARE you call ME, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE! Famed poet, Playwright, and actor, Luci? I am disgusted to be in thee's presence."
"Are you okay?" I raised an eyebrow, "do you have split personalities?"
"Excusez-moi comment osez-vous me parler comme ça?" (Excuse me how dare you speak to me like that?) she said with an offended look.
"I don't speak that language."
"Obviously, cause yoo stoopid!"
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I dunno?
Do you ship any characters yet?