-Chapter 1-
I was sleeping peacefully on the couch, when I was awoken by screaming, followed by Bill storming into the room.
"Luna." Poke.
"Luuuuuna." Poke poke.
"Luuuuuuunnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" I screamed. He jumped, and then blinked.
"WELL. Good morning, sunshine!" I just looked at him.
"You and Dek got in another fight, didn't you."
"Yep. I have something to ask you."
"O...kay..."
"Can you annoy the shit out of him for me?"
"That's like you running around driving Alexx insane, dumbass. Not happenin." I said.
"I'll pay you." I was again interested.
"How much?"
"20 bucks, you can borrrow my makeup for a week, and you can call me Mackie for a month." CHA-CHING!
"Deal."
-General P.O.V-
Dek had listened in to Luna and Bill's little conversation. So, this was payback, eh? He thought. I'll show them. And he ran to Gustav.
"GUSTAVWOLFGANGKLAUSSCHAFER." Said Dek, flailing around, trying, (And failing, lawl) to emphasise the importance of the situation.
"What.." Sighed Gustav.
"Do me a favoooooor." Dek said. "Annoy the shit out of Luna and Bill today."
"Why?" The blonde asked.
"Because I said so." Gustav shrugged.
"Sure."
Let the games begin.
-Luna's P.O.V.-
I ran to my sisters room, where her and Tom were talking. I grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the room. I explained my plan to her with a smirk. An evil grin crossed the blonde's face.
"I'm SO with you..." She said.
That night, while Dek was sleeping, Savannah pulled him out of the room, letting him sleep in Bill's while we got to work. Everything was perfect. We set him back in his room, and waited for him to wake up.
The next morning, we heard loud music, followed by a loud scream.
"LUNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILLL YOUUU!" Screamed Dek. I plastered an innocent expression on my face, and calmly walked into his room. His bedroom, which was once covered with posters of Tokio Hotel, and his other favorite bands, there were pictures of the one thing he hated the most.
Len Kagamine.
They weren't regular pictures eaither. They were...Bad. Two words, Hardcore hentai. Hentai pictures of Len covered every inch of his wall.
Every.
Single.
Inch.
His bedsheets were Len, his alarm clock was blaring a random song by Len, he even had little figurines of my favorite shouta on his bedstand!
He tried to make me clean up the mess, but I played stupid, and acted like I hadn't done it. He sighed, and I left him alone in his wonderland of Len.
Luna-1
Dek-0.
I had won this round.
And I'm not going down without a fight.