Fifteen year old Isabelle was waiting inside her grandmother's home when she heard a crash of glass coming from Neil's room. She ran up and barged into Neil's room. She was not prepared for what she saw.
Neil was on the floor, fixing what seemed to be a miniature catapult.
"Neil, what the hell is that?" she asked.
"I made a catapult, obviously." Her cousin said, making Isabelle roll her eyes.
"I know that, dipshit. But why?"
"Because Benjamin, our neighbor…" He said, pointing to the house next to theirs, "…is a prat and I am getting revenge."
He then set it up near the window and put a small rock on it. He then released and sends it flying.
"Take that, Benjamin!" he yelled out, then smirking when they heard the sound of crashing glass. Neil grinned maniacally while Isabelle just cringed.
"Oh, Nana Ella is gonna have a fit."
AN: This chapter was inspired by Sabrina, the teenage Witch, when Salem has a catapult and uses to crash a neighbors window. I could totally see Neil doing that and I wrote this down. I decided to put them as teenagers because I just love the banter between them.
Enjoy and comments are loved! I don't own GMD, just Neil and Isabelle!