Chapter 3

The Plan


15 Minutes Later

Megan's Bedroom

Inside a stereotypically feminine room, there lay two adult girls on a queen-sized bed covered in pink sheets, lying down on their stomachs, legs bent high in the air, playing on a gaming console wirelessly to the box television.

"So, you know the rules, right?" Megan asks as she grabs her controller, wanting to make everything crystal clear. "We plug a new game every 20 minutes"

Jamie doesn't reply. She just nods, grabs a second controller and turns on the game: Jokémon on the Nintendra Gamesphere!

"Oh, come on! Do you seriously think your tiny Jokémon can defeat me?" she asks overconfidently, her best friend's tiny Jokémon not standing a chance against her 100-foot fire-breathing dragon.

"And, then I breathe fire on you!" Jamie yells with pride, pressing hard on the fire-breathing button on her black controller

"Damn it!" Megan screams in frustration, throwing her controller against the wall, fortunately not smashing the $50 gadget into pieces

"Give up yet?" Jamie asks sarcastically

"Nope, let's keep going!" Megan replies, getting off the bed to grab her controller from the ground. But, suddenly the hovering hovering lights suddenly die.

"What's going on?!" Jamie panics and suddenly grabs the adjacent girl by the arm, having been scared of the dark since her childhood years.

"Jamie, relax" Megan calms her down, then explains: "The power's just out"

"Do you want to check the circuit box?" Jamie asks and stares towards the acutely-open bedroom door, then specifies: "You know, the one that blows up all the time?"

"Yeah, I think we should" Megan nods, getting off the bed and shuffles through her white night dresser, finding a black and circular flashlight and walking outside the room with her best friend in suit.

"Alright, just let me take a look" Megan says, glancing at the grey metallic box attached to the 10-year old wall. She then bites the tip of the flashlight and releases her grasp, leaving it hanging in her mouth, freeing both of her naked hands to open the door on the box; she then puts on a pair of electric-proof gloves and spits the flashlight back into her hands.

"Gross" Jamie remarks

"Sorry…" Megan apologizes for the grossness and bends down to check the wiring, the wet flashlight acting as guidance.

"Alright…" Jamie replies on an awkward pause, her face turning red after noticing Megan's shorts hanging below her waist, revealing her crack

"Ok, I see what's wrong. I just need to relocate the wiring down there," Megan reveals, having discovered the solution; she then bends down even further, making her shorts slide even further down, provoking Jamie to blush even more before the power comes back.

"Wow, that was quick" Jamie remarks, trying to distract her mind from an unintentionally compromised Megan, then asks for further distraction: "How long have you have doing this stuff?"

"Even since Walter nearly rewired the electricity and almost set our house fire, like twice" Megan replies, showing off her experience

"Megan?" Jamie asks, the answer still not distracting her: "How about we discuss our plan?"

"Alright, so here's what I'm thinking," Megan replies, finally changing her posture into the flat board she always was, relieving Jamie; she continues: "We put some mints into its food and drunken it…"

"Megan, we shouldn't do that…," Jamie reconsiders, having realized something wrong; she elaborates, "It sounds unethical to drunken an animal"

"I guess you're right," Megan pauses, thinking about her plan for a few seconds, then agrees: "We'll just make some shit up over there"


4 Hours Later

Outside the Dog Owner's House

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me right now!" one of the girls complains about the location: "Why're we hiding in a trash can?"

"Well, sorry!" the best friend apologizes, then explains: "The bushes would had been obvious. I hid there once to throw some water on it for revenge; the dog caught me and ripped my pants off"

"How many times has he ripped your pants off?" Jamie asks, randomly curious

"12 times if you count this morning. But, it happened again last week," Megan replies, her cheeks blushing

"Could you tell me what happened, please?" Jamie requests for more information, feeling concerned but a little turned on

"So, Drake was on a date and couldn't pick me up from hobo practice" Megan blushes as she explains, then continues: "I was walking home and it bit me again!"

"Well, how about we exact revenge this time" Jamie suggests, then suggests superstitiously: "13th time's the charm; you never know when something good will happen"

"You're right. Let's get started, shall we?" Megan asks

"Sure. How do we start?" Jamie asks, puzzled over what to do

"Relax, that's what I have this whistle for!" Megan replies, removing a blowing device from her pocket, proving her point.

"Oh, I don't know, Megan" Jamie disagrees, "That doesn't sound like a great idea"

"Why?" Megan asks curiously, not understanding the disagreement

"That whistle will attract the dog here; it'll find us and kill us" Jamie replies, fearful of what could possibly happen, and continues: "Or the bees from that beehive above the doghouse could come to get us!"

"Hold on…" Megan interrupts her friend, having thought of a better alternative; she suggests, "How about we knock off that beehive? The thing will knock all over the poor bastard!"

"Wow, that's actually a better idea. Way better than getting it drunk" Jamie agrees, amazed by the better idea. Megan then removes an emergency slingshot and charcoal rock from her pocket. She then sets up the equipment, aims at the target, and finally shoots; the rock hits the beehive and collapses onto the doghouse, revealing a screaming dog who dashes through the rusted gate and into the cracked streets

"Awesome!" Megan screams, extending her arm out for a high-five, but stops due to the cramped space inside the trash can; she asks, "How do we get out of here?"

"What do you mean?" Jamie asks as she tries to push the lid off, but it remains stuck, "Oh…," she mutters

"Let me try!" Megan stands up in the 4-foot cylinder, but it's too cramped in there; she leans on the inner wall

"Wait, Megan!" Jamie screams for her to sit back down, but realizes it's too late as the trash can topples over and rolls down into the streets

"Ow!" Jamie screams, feeling as if she was being crushed, and yells: "We have to get out of here!"

"Get your hands off me!" Megan screams, blushes as her friend accidentally grabs her chest

"God, this feels like a washing machine!" a dizzy Jamie screams, panicking as they now needed a quick way out

"Goddamn! We're about to die!" a terrified Megan screams, suddenly estimating a high fall coming their way. "I think we're about to fall!"

"Megan, don't die!" an equally terrified Jamie prays - grabbing her best friend by the hand to make sure they stuck together - in case of breakage

"Help!" Jamie screams, her body too cramped to grab the cone-shaped piece of black fabric. "My skirt's flying!"

"Jamie, is that really important right now?!" Megan screams in response

"Nope, not really" she replies, reappraising the overblown situation

The panic inside the warm and smelly container only worsened when they heard the noise of an approaching waterfall

Until, Jamie, the girl with the plan for escape, quickly demands, "Megan, toss me your nail filer!"

"Why?"

"I think I can cut a hole through this!" she replies geometrically

Megan struggles through her small pockets until she finds a mini-knife:

Jamie just took it from her pocket and said, "I think I can cut through this"


15 Minutes Later

"Alright; this hole should be just big enough!" Jamie speaks, estimating the size of hasty emptiness from within the smelly beast

Megan pushes herself out of the hole. She's launched out of it and screams. "I feel so alive!". But she crashes into the rocky sidewalk adjacent to the waterfall, cutting her in the shoulders and knees.

Megan stares at the running waterfall, rubs her bleeding elbow, and screams: "Jamie, get out of there!"

Jamie jumps out the trash can, but rolls down the waterfall until she nearly falls off the edge, grabbing it with all her strength

"Help, I'm slipping!" Jamie screams as she continuously loses grasp of the dull rocks

Megan screamed, HOLD ON!" as she ran towards Jamie despite being injured herself

"Grab on!" Megan screams -arriving just on time and extending her arm-; she continues: "C'mon. I get you!"

"Are you sure about this?" Jamie asks, feeling uncertain

"Yeah, I got you; I promise!" Megan replies, reassuring her safety

Megan grabs Jamie's arm, proving her point, and pulls her up

"Holy shit; thank you so much!" Jamie rejoices, tightly hugging her injured best friend

"Let it out-" Megan alleviates fear from her best friend -patting her soaked forehead- and continues: "-It's alright; I'm here!"

Jamie looks at her body -cuts, bruises, and scrapes- and asks with concern, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'll just need some ice and perhaps even some bandages after we get home," Megan replies, assessing her injuries

"How about we go to your house and…relax in your big ass Jacuzzi?" a germaphobic Jamie requests before her best friend nods in agreement.

They both turn around and walk back towards Megan's home, which was approximately 40 minutes away from the forest.

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