"Which gun do you choose" I asked as I reached down for the rifle.

"I like the shot gun" Jerome responded, grabbing his. I frowned at his decision.

There was a much nicer, jumbo gun that I didn't know the name of. But it was a neon orange with strings of blue going from the barrel to the trigger.

"Are they loaded?" I asked in a quieter tone. Mitch was asleep on the couch upstairs, and the marble/granite (I didn't really know) floor was a wonderful thing for echoes. But at 10 in the morning, and in the event of trying to sneak up on someone, it's horrible.

Jerome didn't answer, he pointed his gun and pulled the trigger, hitting my foot.

I bounced back, holding in a howl as he responded with the simple "yep" and a loud laugh

"Careful with that" I warn playfully. "It's got some power."

"Shall we?" He doesn't wait for my response as he begins tiptoeing up the stairs.

I could laugh right now, he looks so funny. A guy like Jerome could slip into the white house if he wanted to. Being as thin as a rail would have its advantages.

We're both still in our pajamas and have already eaten the breakfast that Adam made. Eggs and orange juice. Yay.

My gun is awfully heavy for a rifle. Maybe it's got more ammo than I had anticipated.

Thinking of that, it reminds me of when Jerome proclaimed himself as the Pope of Power moves on one of his YouTube videos with Mitch.

...I don't really know how those two connect.

Anyway, Jerome and I have reached the top step and are now walking to the couch.

Aw, Mitch sleeps like a little baby. Such a shame he'll probably be pissed in about a minute.

About a meter away, I aim at the cushion above him. Hitting him would just be- well- funny, but cruel to the Mitch race.

I would hate being hit with a - oh! Right! Haha. These are nerf guns, you can relax now.

Anyways, I know I would hate being awaken by a painful sting from a pellet.

I thought the noise would be enough as it bounced of and landed behind him.

But nope, the pop doesn't awaken the beast. So Jerome takes it upon himself to use his Call of a Duty skills and aim.

"Wait" I say, pulling out my iPhone. I know it'll be a much smaller reaction if he sees a camera.

The minute the little ding goes telling us I'm recording, he pulls it.

"Ah dude!" I say louder as the once sleeping creature retracts for a minute, "you hit him in the eye!"

We both laugh while Mitch looks at us after rubbing his eyes.

He doesn't say anything as I point willingly to my camera and flops his head back down in a silent defeat.

"Score: 1 to 0. Jerome and Liv in the lead" Jerome says triumphantly.

Mitch touches above his eye before looking at our guns.

"I was unarmed" he mumbles before swinging his feet to the ground.

"Unarmed and open" I shrug, tossing mine to him. "Have fun" I say before running back down the stairs. I can hear the pop as a pellet flies past me and hits the floor before.

"Damn it!" Mitch yells.

I give a quick victorious smile to myself before going to my own room which is on the other side of the house.

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Apologies for the large spaces, I wrote this on wattpad and transfered It to here. You check check it out there too.

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