666. Make Out – Archer and Felicity
As a teenage nut-job with a thing for causing any sort of problem what-so-ever for Archer, Felicity didn't know when to quit.
As was usual for her, Felicity's clothes were paint-splattered; today with a bloody red colour, and a darkish purple – the colours she decided best showed that she had an evil, plotting mind for the day, and it was best to keep out of her way if you did not want to end up Tarred and Feathered.
Today, she was setting up her latest prank to pull on Archer; which involved her running about on the roof and in the attic, with Twitch and Moon, her Jolteon and Umbreon, and Slash and Webs, Crest's Sneasel and Spinarak, helping her out with her evil little plot.
Crest was helping out too, of course; Felicity always managed to get her involved some way. This time, Crest was distracting the four Executives. She only really needed to distract Archer, but unfortunately, it was one of those days where Crest seemed to stumble across the Executives at the most unexpected of times, and couldn't seem to get away from them.
She could hear her arguing with Archer and Proton now; Felicity heard something about Red, Crest's special red Gyarados, of whom she was very protective of, and figured either Proton or Archer had been trying to persuade her to hand the Pokémon over to them again.
Which wasn't going to happen; Crest was more likely to send Red out to attack the pair, rather than hand him over to them.
Pulling aside a piece of wood, Felicity peered down to where Crest stood about two feet from Proton and Archer, clutching a Pokéball to her chest protectively, while arguing with the two executives.
Twitch and Moon stood side by side next to her, peering down through the hole as well, while Slash and Webs stood off to the side. Slash was standing in front of a metal bucket, and the dark/ice type was in the process of partially freezing the water inside, so it was more slush than ice or water, while Webs was carefully shooting sticky strands of webs up onto the roof above the hole, which were attached to the handle and bottom of the bucket.
Felicity didn't feel the least bit sorry for involving Proton in her crusade against Archer. Crest didn't mind getting involved, so long as she didn't get caught up in the actual prank – the last time she had, she'd been cleaning feathers and honey out of her hair for at least a week.
"You guys done?" she whispered to Slash and Webs, who obediently stepped away from the bucket, indicating that they were. She reached up and lifted the strands of web up, easily moving the bucket over the hole in the roof. Twitch and Moon stepped back to give her room to keep it balanced until the right moment.
Just as she was getting it into the proper position, however, there was a soft snapping noise, and she looked up in time to see that the strands attached to the roof hadn't been attached properly. She flicked a glance at Webs, who was sitting there, looking as ashamed as a Spinarak could, and then she teetered forward.
The slush in the bucket tipped out as she desperately struggled to free herself from the sticky strands, but unfortunately, they were too sticky, and she fell forward, still trying to keep her balance and to free herself.
There was a yell of surprise; she wasn't sure if it was from Archer, Proton, or herself, and she landed heavily on someone with a heavy thump.
Whoever she landed on had been the victim of the slush that had fallen right before she had; she could feel cold soaking through her clothes. She heard laughter; it sounded like Proton, as well as some soft snickers that were obviously coming from Crest.
That meant she was probably sitting on Archer.
"Will you get off me, you heavy brat?" Archer snapped, trying, unsuccessfully, to push Felicity off.
"Don't you know it's rude to insult a girl's weight?" Felicity snapped back, stamping her foot down on his wrist so he couldn't move his hand.
"I'd hardly count you as a girl!" He snapped, trying to shove her off again, which only prompted her to slam her hands, which were balled into fists, down on his chest to keep him from doing so.
"What was that?! Ooh, you are so dead!" Crest's arm hooked around hers, hauling her off Archer before she could do anything.
Felicity struggled, but Crest's grip was strong, as she'd held her back plenty of times before. Proton seemed incapable of doing anything more than laugh; he was leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach and struggling to breathe.
Crest, she knew, was finding this whole thing very amusing, as she always did. And knowing Crest, she was probably planning something of her own; like she always seemed to be doing.
Archer stood, brushing his wet clothes and grimacing. Felicity was glad he was wearing another layer under his white outfit.
"I'm soaked." Archer commented.
"Good it worked." Felicity smirked triumphantly.
"So you wanted me wet? Is it a dream of yours?"
Felicity felt herself go red, bright red, and started to struggle against Crest's grip again. Though said act was pointless, because even Crest decided that had pushed it, and had released her the instant Archer had said that.
Her hand met Archer's cheek with the loudest crack she'd ever heard. It was so hard, Archer was knocked backwards, lost his footing on the wet ground beneath him, and fell. The force from her slap carried her forward, and she lost her footing too.
She didn't realise Proton could laugh any harder than he already was, but she guessed she was wrong when his laughter intensified. There was silence from Crest for a second, before she began to laugh too; softly at first, until it grew, until she was all-out laughing.
Felicity's eyes were closed tight as she expected the hard ground to smack her in the face. What she got was completely unexpected. Her body landed against Archer's, who was still sopping wet so her hands felt everything beneath his clothes. As her body continued to crumble with gravity, Felicity's mouth met Archer's, who had been protesting at the improperness at being slapped to the ground.
Both people were completely surprised as their mouths connected, and yelled.
To Proton and Crest only two long moans were understood, which sent them to the floor laughing so hard.
Felicity didn't have the leverage to move her now soaked front away from Archer's who, out of astonishment, didn't move either.
It was when Arianna waltz around the corner that Archer regained the use of his limbs and shoved Felicity off of him.
Arianna looked on in complete and utter shock while Archer scrambled to his feet, brushed himself off, and practically ran away.
Within a second later, Arianna was pulling both Crest and Felicity down the hall and into an office-like room. Pushing them into a pair of seats in front of the desk, she took her spot leaning against said object.
"Girls I don't normally do this, but because I am a woman and no other idiot here can teach you, I suppose it falls upon me to talk to you about-" Both Crest and Felicity's minds burned for a couple days after. None of the Grunts or Executives heard from them for those days. Both sat in their rooms respectively, and just stared at the wall opposite of them. Felicity rocked slowly.
"What the Hell does she mean 'He's mine!'?"
Three days later Felicity finally managed to move away from her room. The day after Arianna's 'talk' Crest's mind had blanked itself into one of those repressed memories she had so many of, meaning she left the safety of her room and walked to Felicity's. Crest had banged on the door for over an hour to no response from the other teen. She left with a worried glance and decided to try the next day. Same result, no response. Crest figured Felicity was either traumatized for life and never coming out or still sleeping. So the next day, the door was left in peace.
Twas that day Felicity emerged from her room, black war paint splashed across her face with drips of crimson that *could* be mistaken for blood. She made her way to the kitchen unopposed.
In the front hall Crest had been sidetracked from her usually routine by Petrel who decided it would be humiliating for Proton if he told Crest about the other Executive's recent defeat to a pair of little girls.
Felicity emerged from the kitchen a cleaver in hand and spotted a mane of red hair heading into the front hall. She followed with murder on her mind, only when she got there all traces of Ariana had been eliminated, Felicity only saw Crest and Petrel. Intending on asking the Executive where the female part of their Quadruple was she approached the pair only to turn to Crest and mutter dangerous words.
"Tell Ariana, if you see her before I do, that Archer is *mine*." Felicity pocketed the knife and walked away in search of the red-head, while both Crest and Petrel stared wide eyed after the teen.
It was then that Proton tried to cross the front Hall, his uniform in shreds and a rather scared but worried look plastered to his face.
"What the hell happened to you?" Crest asked dragging her eyes from the spot where Felicity had disappeared to the very disheveled Executive.
"Felicity asked for a knife and I said no. Excuse me will you, I need to get changed." Proton said blinking quickly and turning towards his room.
"I'm concerned about you." Petrel said giving Crest a funny look.
"It's not me on a jealous man-woman hunt." Crest replied before walking away to continue with her day.