"I'm not sure we're supposed to be in here," Maya said, her back against the wooden door of Nick's small shed.
"Don't worry, we're not going to get caught," Ema said, brushing up against Maya as she looked around the tool shed. Both girls shifted uncomfortably, for there wasn't enough room for two people. Nick really needed to spring for a larger storage unit.
Slowly, Maya's eyes adjusted to the dark shed. There was no electricity in here, so the only source of light came through the crack of the door. The light streamed in and highlighted the lithe figure of Ema as she twisted to get a better look at the shelves.
The storage unit felt damp and smelled musty. Maya felt the splintering wood of the door absentmindedly, her eyes still fixated on Ema. Her heart pounded with the knowledge she was doing something kinda-sorta wrong, and it excited her. She watched Ema's delicate hands as they reached closer and closer to their goal, when suddenly the door flew open, flooding the shed with light.
Pearly stood in the doorway, and looked in at the scene before her. She frowned. "You guys started without me? I thought you said you'd wait!"
"Sorry, Pearls, but this matter is strictly for adults," Ema said, adjusting her goggles. Then she paled as she saw another figure approaching.
"What's going on here?" Nick said as he peered inside. Ema drew her hand away from the bicycle pump and tubes that she was so not about to take and use to make a soda bottle-rocket-powered jet-pack.
"Nothing," the two girls said in chorus, mustering as much innocence as they could.
"They said we could make a jet pack out of soda bottles! Just like in that TV show!" Pearly said, overly excited and not thinking about the consequences of telling Nick.
"Doesn't that TV show say you should not try the experiments at home?" Nick said, boring old fart that he was.
"They weren't talking about highly trained Scientific Forensic Investigators when they said that, Nick," Ema said, practically beaming with pride. She was far more advanced than the general public, after all, so regular rules didn't apply to her.
"Besides, Nick, they have instructions for how to make one on the internet. They wouldn't put something on the internet if it was dangerous, silly!" Maya said, clapping her hands together.
Nick rubbed his forehead in frustration, realizing that he should have put a stop to their blooming friendship when he had the chance. "I think anything would become dangerous in your hands," Nick muttered to himself. Then he pointed outside the shed. "Everybody out. Now," he said.
The girls slinked out. "What are we going to do with all the soda we bought?" Ema asked.
"That's your problem," Nick said, sternly. Then, when he thought they might attempt to chug it all in one sitting, he suggested that they give it to charity. He stood with his arms crossed, guarding the shed until the girls were out of sight.
"What are we going to do now?" Ema said, when they had later returned to the scene of the crime only to find the door now locked.
"I donno, but I guess that lock means I can't return these fireworks I took when Nick wasn't looking," Maya said, an evil grin forming on her lips.
Ema smiled. So, the rest of the day wouldn't be a waste after all.