Well, to celebrate the recent release of Sammy Keyes and the Wedding Crasher (woot, woot!) I have decided to write a celebratory oneshot. Unfortunately, my mom won't let me order it online because she is a cheapy and thinks Amazon is a rip-off. Ahem, I beg to differ. Sammy Keyes is worth it. But until she gives or I figure out some other evil scheme, I will be writing a few oneshots here and there, for Sammy Keyes and maybe some other books. I don't have as much time anymore, but I'll try!

And what better way to celebrate the book than with an epic Water Balloon Fight? Yep, that's right, folks. You saw it here. Sammy Keyes in her first ever water balloon fight. This takes place in Sammy's 8th grade year, basically a little after Cold Hard Cash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy Keyes or any of the characters here.

Santa Martinians are crazy. We're psycho, at the very least. It's not an overstatement to say that we're completely nuts.

Yeah, some of us are a little crazier than others. (cough, cough, Heather Acosta) I'm probably included in that lot. But there's a whole lot beyond me and Heather, let me tell you.

It all started the day Brandon McKenze and a gazillion other of his closest friends started posting signs around William Rose and Santa Martina High. The caption?

"Water Balloon Fight".

Like I said, Santa Martinians are crazy, okay. This was actually normal. But still. Water Balloon fighting as a recreational sport?

It sounded like a blast.

Of course, I told Marissa who told Brandon that I would be going. And then pretty much half of the 8th grade class, and a lot of the High School class told Brandon they would go. I was dying to find out if Casey was going, but what was I supposed to do? Call him? The thought of it gave me chills. Nervous chills.

I just so happened to get "lucky" to run into him while I was cruising down Broadway with Marissa, me on my skateboard and Marissa on her bike. I literally ran into him. As in I was getting distracted by Marissa telling me the story of how Mr. Vince got pantsed momentarilly in class. And how can you not get distracted by that? The thought of Mr. Vince getting pantsed is just too funny for words.

But anyway, I wasn't looking where I was going, and just like that, bam! I crashed. My head hit his chin with an embarassing clink that made my whole head spin and left me sitting on the asphalt, looking like a moron trying to get the world to stop moving.

"Sammy! Are you okay?" Casey asked in a concerned tone that made my stupid heart flutter a little bit.

"Yeah," I replied back slowly, trying to force myself out of the drunken mode and back into reality. So far, it wasn't working. I felt my left elbow, which was slightly bruised. "I'm okay," I lied.

"No Sammy, you're not!" Marissa fretted. "We should wash the bruise," she suggested.

"I'm fine, really! It's just a little, er, graze." I insisted. The situation was starting to get more embarassing every second that passed.

"Doesn't look like it," Casey observed. "Come on, let's at least wash it off." Then, he took my hand. The warm feeling that filled my body somewhat made up for the humiliation of the moment.

Marissa was probably having a spaz attack at the hand-holding thing, but I didn't dare to look back. I just let Casey pull me into the nearby supermarket and we gathered at the drinking fountain, washing away the crumbly asphalt that had gathered in my skin. Marissa asked the store clerk for a band-aid, and we walked out of the supermarket.

"So, what were you guys up to?" Casey asked. He wasn't holding my hand anymore, but I could still feel the tingly warmth on my fingers.

"Just cruising," I said. "You?"

"I was on my way to Brandon's. He needs help filling up the water balloons for tomorrow," Casey said.

So he was going! My face flushed as I said, "I take it you'll be going?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "You are right? It won't be the same without you."

I smiled back. "Totally. It's going to be fun," I said.

"Yeah. Although... I would watch out," he warned. I frowned slightly.

"Why?"

"It's Heather... she said she wants to "kick your butt" in this thing," he said disapprovingly.

I tried to laugh it off. "And is this supposed to be a surprise?"

He laughed back, but it was a nervous laugh. "I guess you're right. But still- keep an eye out for her. Heather's like... dynamite. She likes to go out with a bang."

"Nice comparison. But don't worry about me. I'll be fine. When have I ever succumbed to Heather?"

He laughed, this time for real. "Alright, alright. You'll be fine. I can tell." He laughed again, before his facial expression changed. "Crap- what time is it? I promised Brandon I'd be there at three. What time is it?"

"It's three-thirty," Marissa answered. It's weird, but I had sort of forgotten that she was there.

"Gotta go! See you tomorrow, at the fight!" Casey called out before hopping on his skateboard and speeding down the sidewalk.

I might've looked back at him a little too long because as soon as Casey left, Marissa started squealing and gushing.

"Oh my gosh, that was so cute! He held your hand!" she gushed.

I tried to brush it off, but I guess I was sort of spazzing out about it too. "Yeah, well, it was nothing," I said nonchalantly.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday, the day of the water balloon fight. I threw on a t-shirt, cutoff jean shorts and my high tops. This was what I would be wearing to war.

The truth was, I actually hadn't thought of Heather at all since I ran into Casey. Heather's done a lot of stupid stuff, and sometimes they work, but most of the times they don't.

The fight would be held at Liberty Park, which was basicallly a large patch of browning grass, awkwardly placed trees, deteriorating benches, a suspcious-looking pond in the center and a whole lot of bushes and scrubs. Not the most beautiful place in the world, but it was the perfect venue for a water balloon fight.

And being Brandon McKenze, he was able to pull out his loads of cash and reserve the park for the whole day. He even had it fenced off and everything. When I arrived there, dozens of high schoolers and some middle schoolers were already waiting there. Brandon stood on top of one of the benches with a bull horn.

I got with Marissa, Holly and Dot, who were towards the front.

"Thanks for coming, guys. You all know why you're out here. I have declared war against the Junior class of Santa Martina High-"

Half of the people in the crowd erupted into cheer.

"-for taking the well-deserved parking spots in the Senior lot. Obviously, the only way to resolve this matter is to fight!"

Everyone in the crowd cheered. So that's what this was all about! I hadn't bothered to do my research- I had sort of just expected the Santa Martina crazy to be the cause of it. But the parking lot issue made a whole lot more sense. Brandon was a Senior, and the most popular one at that. His normal crowd of girls still surrounded him.

"But, to divide the teams equally, we'll have the Juniors gather on one side and the Seniors gather on the other side. We'll pick the remainder of the players one by one, taking turns. And, I guess we can let the Juniors pick first, since we're so obviously going to kick their butts, right guys?"

The Senior crowd cheered in answer.

Once the Junior and Senior classes separated, it was easier to find people. I saw Heather among the crowd, wearing Daisy Duke shorts and and a scoop neck tank top. She was one of the first ones picked by the Junior class, where she had some older guy friends. I was one of the first ones picked by Brandon, who told me that they need my speed. After I threw on the blue colored t-shirt, for the Senior team, I joined Casey, who was also picked by Brandon.

"Wow, this is disappointing," I said to him when I joined the Senior group.

He frowned slightly. "Why is that?"

"I was really looking forward to pounding you with a water balloon," I teased. "But now we're on the same team," I said jokingly.

He smiled. "Doesn't that suck?"

Marissa, Dot and Holly joined us a few minutes later, with big smiles on their faces. I was glad we were on the same team.

"Alright, now that everyone's on a team, let me explain the rules. Anybody who intentionally hurts someone else is disqualified, and the team that is the least soaked after thirty minutes wins the game!" Brandon called out through his blowhorn. "There are 3,000 water balloons throughout the park, in black bins. Okay, now that that's all explained, get on your side of the park and LET THE WAR BEGIN!" he called out. Everyone cheered, including me.

Once we were on our side, the horn sounded again. That meant it was time to start. It was time to play.

Since the park was big, it took me a while before I could actually find some green-jerseyed Junior team members. I scooped up two water balloons on the way in my hands. I leaped behind a tree once I finally spotted one. It was time for an ambush.

I sent one flying at a group of giggling Junior girls and darted back behind the tree again. The giggling stopped as they cried out.

Once they were distracted by the girl I had just soaked, I sent another one, this time, straight into the girl's friends. They cried out again, not knowing where the balloons had come from but being too girly to actually come and find me. Once I felt that they were sufficiently soaked, I darted across the park, narrowly missing a few balloons being thrown at me. I smiled to myself. I had soaked a few girls and I was still as dry as the Sahara desert.

But the balloons that were being thrown at me were awfully close. I ducked behind a bush and started to climb up the huge tree on my right, dragging a small black bucket of some water balloons up with me.

Once I had gotten up there, I took a breath and looked out. This was the perfect place to be during the fight. I could see everything from up here. Better yet, I could hit everything from up here.

As I was relishing at this thought, I felt breath down my neck and a single uttered word. "Hey."

I jumped about a thousand feet before calming down when I realized that it was a blue shirt, a Senior team member. Not only a Senior team member but-

My eyes traveled up to the face. Casey.

"Hey," I said back, smiling and pretending that I hadn't just made a fool of myself. "So you had the same idea."

"Yep. This spot is great. You don't know how many people I've hit so far," he said.

I grinned. "I can't say I'm not impressed. Well, every shady person needs partner in crime, and here I am. Armed and dangerous," I said, showing him the black bucket of water balloons that I had hung on one of the branches.

He grinned back. "Well let's get to it, Robin."

"Hey! I'm Batman. You're Robin," I protested. "Eh, nevermind. There are too many dry people out there. Let's get 'em soaked." I smiled mischeviously.

"You got it," he said.

I grabbed two water balloons in my hands and carefully threw a few at some unsuspecting green shirts. The battle below was getting pretty intense. Some people looked as if they had just swam the Pacific Ocean and back.

I was actually having a good time. Everything was going great, Casey was here, and I was still dry.

But where was Heather, and why hadn't she attacked me yet?

Well, I have just inadverdently made this a two-shot, maybe even a three-shot. It was longer that I expected it to be. But give me your feedback- tell me if I should continue!