After dinner, Martin had been thinking of a way to get back at Donte. So, he sat in the large living room near the fire, reading up on an old trapping book he had found in the collection of books in that room.
He had honestly found many ways to get back at Donte, but, he now was on the hard decision of which trap to use.
But, suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and he closed the book.
"Hey Martin." said Kitty as she walked into the room and smiled, What are you doing in here?"
"Um... reading..." he said, wondering if he could hide the book quickly or not.
"Really? Reading what?" she asked, coming from behind the couch, leaning over looking at the book he held, "My dad's old trapping book? Why are you reading that?"
"Um... it looked... interesting..." he said putting the book on the table.
Kitty nodded slowly, as Donte walked in, followed by Mr. Wilkinson. Donte carried a fresh shot deer over his back.
Martin's eyes widened at the sight of the dead deer, and he gave a little shout off surprise.
Mr. Wilkinson blinked and looked at Martin, "What's wrong with ya? Don't ya know not to shout inside..."
Kitty spoke for Martin, "Um, dad, Martin here doesn't exactly agree to... hunting, that's all..."
Mr. Wilkinson just stared at Martin, "What is he, some sort of, er, vegetarian?"
"Um, no dad. He just doesn't like wild animals being... killed..." she whispered.
Her father blinked, and looked Martin over slowly, then looked back at Kitty, "Sometimes you make me wonder why you chose him for a boyfriend...he seems a bit cracked..."
Donte couldn't help but smirk.
Martin looked down sadly, but sent a death glare at Donte.
"Daddy!" said Kitty offended, walking over to Martin taking his hand, "I love Martin! It's the only reason I chose him!"
Martin smiled at Kitty; she was amazing to him.
Martin also smiled proudly, as Donte seemed a bit angry that Kitty was standing up for him.
Mr. Wilkinson turned, and walked away shaking his head, Donte following.
Kitty and Martin watched them leave the room.
Martin smiled down lightly at Kitty, as she smiled lightly up at him. And things could have got a bit mushy if another scream hadn't come from the kitchen, "AHHH! THE LION'S IN MY ROAST!"
"LAURA!" Mr. Wilkinson yelled .
"I'm getting it dad!" she called back and pulled Martin by the arm, "C'mon, and this time let's lock Survivor in my room..."
And the rest of the night had went on strangely.
Martin and Donte had gone around with prank after prank, against each other. It was an all out war if you ask me. And the funniest part is, is that the rest of the household wasn't even aware of this going on behind their backs!
Martin and Donte would constantly throw blows at each other, and constantly they would think of new plans.
It also seemed they would take turns; First Donte put a frog in Martin's pants, then Martin was able to put mustard in Donte's shoes, and finally Donte had dropped a bag of flour on Martin's head from the second floor!
It was now Martin's move.
And Martin had a brilliant idea (at least he thought so), but had to wait until morning for it to work.
It was only 2 days til' Christmas, and they had already decorated most of the house, except for the tree, which was always left for last.
Martin had woke up early, before everyone else awoke, to set his plan into action.
What he had learned, was that Donte was the one who always woke up first, so, Martin had layered the stairs with olive oil.
When he was done, Martin hid around the corner, waiting.
Survivor, was ever so curious as usual, and was at the bottom of the stairs, sniffing the oil, wondering what it would taste like. (And don't ask me, I have no idea how he got out of a locked room)
Martin finally heard footsteps coming down the upstairs hall, towards the stairs.
Martin bit his lip, holding back a laugh in victory.
But, MK's eyes widened when he saw it wasn't Donte.
It was Mr. Wilkinson.
Martin was so close to call out, but, Mr. Wilkinson had already started down the stairs.
And with a slip, a holler, and a thud, Jerome Walt Wilkinson slammed into the first floor.
Now the sound of rushing footsteps came from upstairs.
Kitty, Donte and Olive were all running down the halls to the stairs.
Kitty, having sharp eyes, stopped them all before they also fell down the stair way as well.
"DAD!" cried Kitty, as she slid down the railing.
Her father was half on the floor, and half leaning on Survivor who was still a bit stunned.
Kitty helped her father up, "Are you alright?"
"Yes... Yes I'm fine... if it weren't for your furry friend here... I would have been in the hospital..." he was still a bit shaken.
Kitty then realized how Survivor had saved her father; Survivor had been at the bottom of the stairs, and Mr. Wilkinson had fallen on the poor creature. Thank goodness Survivor was a strong lion, and soft for that matter.
"But 'ow did the oil get 'ere in the first place?" asked Miss Olive in her Scottish accent.
Donte had a pretty good idea how the oil got there. "I bet that Marty fellow did it..."
Martin hadn't moved a muscle from behind that corner, he was flushed with guilt and fear.
"What? How could you say that?" Kitty looked back up at Donte.
"Laura, he don't care for us... I've seen the ways he acts. I'm sorry, but, I don't think he cares for you either..." Donte shook his head.
This is the point where Martin was about to jump out and shout; I object!
But, Kitty spoke for him, "Donte! How dare you! Martin loves me! He wouldn't do anything to harm me or my family!"
"Oh really?" said Donte, smirking.
Martin looked down, and rubbed his brow, angry with himself.
Why did I do that? Ugh! Stupid! Stupid! he thought, knocking his fist against his head a little. He then went down the hall, and headed out the front door.
Martin would've confessed, but, he knew he would lose Kitty if he did.
He walked through the snow, and went over and sat on the fence that lead out to the horses fields.
Martin sat there for over an hour, when finally Kitty came out, arms crossed and face red, as if she had been fighting and crying.
Kitty went over and sat beside him, without saying a word.
"You okay?" he asked slowly and carefully.
"Not really... my family is crazy... they think you put all that oil on the stairs..." she growled a little, looking back at her house. It was clear she didn't believe Martin did it.
"Oh..." Martin said, he looked away, and took a deep breath, "Kitty... I wanted you to know... well, something..."
Kitty looked over at him, raising one eye brow, "What?" she asked, smiling slowly, hoping her boyfriend was trying to cheer her up.
Martin saw the look in her eyes, and knew he couldn't tell her yet, "Um... er, well, I wanted to... help you all with getting the tree this year!" he said thinking quickly.
Kitty smiled and leaned against him, "Of course. It'll be fun with you around to help anyway. We always go deep in the forest to find the perfect tree."
"Yeah... sounds fun..." Martin swallowed hard.
