Chapter 11 -Losers and Winners
At Miley's house, Nick and Lilly competed in Battlefront.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Nick shouted at the TV.
Miley and Joe watched, shocked.
"NO!!!!!! YOU KILLED ME! YOU ARE SO DEAD NICK!" Lilly screamed.
"ACK! NOT MY SHIP! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO GET THAT? FOUR MINUTES!" he screamed back.
Miley shook her head, mouth open, eyes wide. Joe nodded, eyes closed, mouth tilted upward into a smile.
"I'm on fire!!!" Lilly shouted in a lower voice for Joe and Miley's sake.
"Good! You deserve that!" Nick exclaimed.
Explosions echoed from the TV and lasers were fired.
"Take that!" Lilly shouted, firing at Nick.
Nick rolled out of the way and threw a grenade at her. Her character died.
"UGH! NOT AGAIN!" Lilly shrieked.
"HAHA! I WIN! YOU LOSE!" Nick sang.
"Shut up." Lilly said.
"I WIN!"
"I will kill you. I will kill you with my eyeliner."
"YOU LOSE!"
"If you don't shut up right now."
"I WIN, YOU L-" Nick was cut short when Lilly stuffed a pillow in his mouth.
"Hmmfpdfd." Came out of Nick's muffled mouth.
"What's that, Nick?" Lilly asked.
"Fffkkdl."
"What? I can't understand you."
"Jllkdree."
"Want to repeat that?
"I SAID TAKE THE PILLOW OUT OF MY MOUTH!" Nick yelled, after spitting out the pillow.
Miley and Joe went into hysterics.
"You never listen…" Nick began.
"Lalala." Lilly sang.
"Ignorant child."
"Lalalalala."
"Immature sore loser."
"Lalalalalalalala."
"WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?" Miley shouted.
They got quiet. Joe got the perfect idea.
He said, "So………when's lunch?"
