Who would've ever thought if an exciting way to wake up was for someone to wake up was for someone else to spray something on them? Well, for Haylie, she'd got woken up by a certain ice cream treat.
She was sleeping soundly when she felt something extremely cold being sprayed on her. She woken up and found some white stuff on her right arm, so being the experimental taster that she is, she scooped some up with her left index finger, plopped the finger in her mouth and said, "Alright, who'd sprayed whip cream on me?" As she got out of bed and realized that whip cream was all over her body. "Goddamnit!"
Haylie walked into the living room where she saw two very happy John and Mike sitting on the couch, heads turned so that they could see her walk into the living room, seething with anger. "Happy early birthday!" Mike said cheerfully.
"You idiot, my birthday isn't till April." Haylie said with a bitchy attitude.
"Oh, well, merry early Christmas!" Mike said with the same cheerfulness as when he said 'Happy Early Birthday.'
"Oh bite me." Haylie muttered as she slid her feet to the bathroom to get all this whip-cream crap off of her. As soon as she was out of ear shot, Mike asked, "What the hell is wrong with her? And what is with the whip-cream all over her?"
"If you'd watched the online version of the Dirt Sheet, you'd would've saw that she'd made fun of us by calling me an 'Attention Whore' and you an 'Annoying Psycho'." John replied.
"So you'd retaliated back by spraying whip-cream on her when she was sleeping?" Mike asked.
"Yes." John said.
"Sheesh, that sounds like you're two years old or something, but I think I'd topped that." Mike replied.
"With what?" John asked.
"You'll hear.." Mike said as he waited a few seconds before hearing Haylie scream, "WHAT THE FUCK!" Then a few minutes later after hearing running water for a while, they'd saw Haylie stormed out of the bathroom (luckily with a towel wrapped around her body) and yell, "WHO WAS SMART ENOUGH TO SOMEHOW MESS WITH OUR WATER SYSTEM TO HAVE ORANGE FUCKING KOOL-AID SPRAY ALL OVER ME?"
John instantly pointed to Mike.
"You fucking bastard!" Haylie exclaimed as she grabbed a couple of her clothes from her bag and stormed back into the bathroom—looking like she was a carrot.
"How the…" John started to say.
"Internet." Mike replied.
"Of course, how do you think she would handle traveling with us?" John asked.
"She has to travel with us?" Mike asked.
"Yes you doorknob." John replied.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun." Mike said as he was thinking over a million things to torment his on screen girlfriend with.
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"I hate you." Haylie said as she walked out of the bathroom, she was wearing a white t-shirt, blue skinny jeans and black ankle boots, but the thing that stand out the most was the used to be blond hair was now bright orange.
"I love you two sweetie." Mike said sarcastically as he hugged Haylie.
"I'd advise you to get off of me before you get your ass kicked." Haylie warned.
"Oh you wouldn't hurt me you—" Mike started to say, but he was cut off by Haylie kicking him where the sun don't shine too brightly.
When Mike dropped to the ground, John commented, "Wow, you were serious."
"Did you help him in this?" Haylie asked pointing to her hair.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, I wouldn't ruin your hair, it was awesome blond." John said, trying to potentially defend himself from a Haylie attack.
"Oh, did you put the whip cream thing on my when I woke up?" Haylie asked.
"What would you do if I said yes?" John asked.
"Beat you to a literally bloody pulp." Haylie said with a smile on her face.
"That was Mike as well." John said.
"John you stupid son of a—" Mike was cut up by Haylie kicking him in the ribs over and over again.
Once she was done, Haylie said to Mike, "Now, I'm telling you this: Don't do stuff like what you pulled this morning, or you're getting it much worse." Then left to pack up for the next city.
When Mike got on his two feet—with the help of John—he'd commented, "Dude she has a hard kick."