Sorry for my absence—I was grounded. I hope you don't hate me. Anyway, I wrote a longer chapter to make up for it.

Grant was bored. During the summer, he always was. HE didn't know where Zach was. Jonas was in New Zealand, doing who-know-what, his parents were away (even though they'd promised him they would not) and more importantly, his British Bombshell was nowhere to be found.

He heard a few girls giggle as he walked by, but he ignored it. He wasn't going to encourage them, when he was taken. That's what a god boyfriend does, right? Acts proper, even when his lady is not around?

He sighed again, being bored was making his head turn in ways it should not. What would happen if I ran back to those girl, tackled them, then scared them away by acting like a lunatic? He wondered. Pull yourself together, Man!

He looked at the building beside him. The local pharmacy. He smiled widely. Well, y'know, if Zach were here, he'd do the same so…

He went inside and looked at his surroundings, surprised. Bex—his Bex—was reading a magazine about guns and ammo behind the counter. And that one guy—Jimmy? Josh? John?—was talking to her, frustrated. She didn't respond or look up from her magazine. He smiled at her capability, but still felt a pang of jealousy. He was in Roseville all this time and so was she and the never tried to meet up?

Bex sighed and went into the backroom, not putting the magazine down. That's when Grant made his move. He walked over to the counter, getting Josh's attention.

"Can I pick up my prescription?" He asked casually, not letting his emotions get the better of him. (Which was very fortunate for Josh, because half the things Grant could do to him were torturous and illegal…)

"Sure," Josh said, not detecting a hint out of the ordinary. "What's the name?"

"Zach Baxter," Grant lied, thinking of the first two names that came to mind.

Josh worked the computer. Unsatisfied, he went into the backroom. That was Gant's chance.

He quickly took the computer and hacked it, so that anytime anyone tried to use it, the best kind of non-torturous torture would play—Friday by Rebecca Black. The funny thing about this, Grant thought, was that it was in fact a Friday. But it wouldn't stop there. Oh no, there was much more to Grant's plan. It wouldn't stop playing, no matter how much you tried— it would be like a one of those cubes, that the more you mess with them, the harder they get. And it would be loud, too. Very, very loud.

And everyone thought Jonas was the smart one.

He moved back from the counter, just as Josh came out from the backroom.

"I'm telling you—he's lying about his name!" Bex called from behind the door.

Josh looked at Grant, blushing. "Sorry about that. She's a new employee. I want to fire her, but my dad seems to love her," He looked at the computer, frowning. "I could try and find it again, but it may take a while. You can look around while you wait, if you want."

"Okay," Grant said, looking at the magazine rack. Maybe he would get Macey a magazine for her upcoming birthday. Not that she needed one. Grant suspected she made the trends magazines talk about.

As Grant was taking a quiz about his dating style (he was a sporty-romantic type, apparently) when the song came on. He glanced over to see Josh's reaction—it was priceless! He was frantic and trying to fix it, hitting keys at first, but quickly switched to slapping the keyboard around. He was so helpless, Grant had the hardest time trying to not laugh.

Be a good person, Grant, he told himself. He walked behind the counter and "helped" Josh with the computer, but to no avail. By the chorus, Bex came out, her British accent heavy, the way it always is when she was mad.

"What in the world—" Then she saw Grant and realization washed over her face. She ran over to them, pushing Josh aside and slamming Grant's face into the keyboard.

"Is this your doing? Fix it, Grant or I will seriously wound you!" She yelled over the music.

"I—Ow!—Can't! I don't—Will you stop slamming my head into this thing? I'll get brain damage?"

"Too late," Bex taunted. She pushed Grant aside, too, thinking of how to fix the problem. After not being able to find the solution, she picked the computer up and slammed it down on the floor, breaking it into a million pieces.

Thankfully, the music stopped.

"I'll pay for the damages, Josh, I really will," She assured.

Josh was so mad, he didn't even care. "No need—I'll fix it. But you're fired. I'm sorry."

Bex knew there was no point in arguing, so she left, sadness taking its toll. Grant followed her out.

"Wait," he said. "Bex, hold on."

She stopped. "What? You cost me my job—I got money for doing nothing."

Grant felt bad. He tried to coax her, taunt her, anything to get her to speak again. Nothing helped.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" He finally screamed.

She turned around, grinning. "You really was to know?"

He nodded his head quickly in agreement. "Yes!"

"Go airsoft shooting with me."

O.o.O

At the airsoft place, Grant was hiding behind a tree, praying for dear life. When he agreed to go shooting with her, he thought they'd be a team. That was not the case. It was one-on-one… And Bex was winning.

Just then, he was shot at with a semi-automatic. "I'll get you! There's no place to hide from me!"

Yeah, Grant thought. Happy but delusional… Then he was shot at again, making him squeal like a girl.

"Mommy!"

Hm… I hate that ending, but it's all I got. : ( I always thought it's be funny to see Grant and Bex fight, this is one of those ways. Inspiration from a friend of mine and their boyfriend. Yeah, that actually happened once, lol. Anyway, if you don't like the end, I understand. Peace!