Chapter 36: Siamese Almedia

It was John's greatest plan ever. If it wasn't the best he's ever thought of, it was going to be. Slyly, John peered over the corner, looking as Bella made her way down the hallway. He was going to get her back for bashing him over the head with that stupid juice bottle.

A part of him couldn't believe he was stooping down so low, but a part of him was loving it. Stepping back and leaning against the wall, John roughly shook a can of whip cream. This was going to be classic. Anything to see that little blond haired girl scream. He pointed the can downward onto a paper plate, and watched as the whip cream formed a big plop on the plate.

"So you think throwing bottles is funny, let's see what happens when I throw this in your face." John peered over the corner, Bella only a few feet away. It was do or die time. John lifted the plate in his hand, and turned the corner and brung his hand out.

Bella let out a shriek, as she picked up her hands, whip cream going all over her hands, and a bit splattering on her face. She looked wide eyed as the plate dropped from her hands, and looked on to an angry John.

"That was meant for your face, Blondy." John scowled, looking at Bella.

Bella smiled, and pushed a finger in her mouth. "It taste yummy!"

He wasn't going to be defeated. There was just no way. Quickly, John shaked the rest of the whip cream out of the bottle, he made his way toward Bella, and pushed his hand on her face, using his other hand to push the back of her head deeper into his had.

Bella let out a growl, trying her best to get away from John's grasp. "John!" Bella yelled. Out of reaction, Bella steadied herself on her right leg, and brung up her left leg as hard as could. John immediately let go, falling to the floor.

Bella wiped her face, chuckling. "I told you. I told you I would kick you where the sun doesn't shine."

John steadied himself on a nearby banister, getting up and hunching over the rail. "Low....blow...." John huffed.

Bella gathered the rest of the whip cream on her face, and made her way to John. She patted his head, the whip cream mixing in with his gelled back hair.

"Fair game, when you try to slap me with a plate of whip cream."

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Alyce sat up in bed. Why did Bella have to start something right out of her room? Sluggishly, Alyce made her way to the door of her room, she opened it and peered out. Cream all over the floor, an abandoned paper plate, and John huddling over the stair banister. Alyce let out a yawn, she patted down her hair with her hands, not caring how she looked. She stepped out of her dark room, and made her way toward John. She placed a hand on his back.

"Get away from me, Bella." John growled, still trying to regain his breath.

Alyce gave off a meek smile, taking her hand off of John's back. Maybe leaving would be a good idea. Bella and John did seem to get along, even if it was through messy pranks and bickering. Bella would keep John company while she was away. Alyce let out a sigh, turning around to leave.

"I swear...Bella, you're....so dead." John huffed.

Alyce turned around and looked at John. "She has a mean kick, doesn't she?" Alyce asked her voice low. John immediately stood up, still a bit hunched over from the pain. He turned around and limped to the wall, using it help him stand up. He wiped his face and smiled. "You should've warned me."

Alyce shrugged. "Sorry. Next time you know better."

John cocked his head to the side, looking at Alyce from top to bottom. She wore shorts, a tank top, her hair still messy from sleeping. Her face looked run down, her eyes bloodshot. "You look horrible." John commented, feeling a bit better from Bella's kick of death. "Does your body still hurt?"

Alyce nodded. "Yea, I'm going to go back to sleep. See you later."

"It's about to be 2 o clock. I like to sleep late too, but are you serious? You need to help me get back at your cousin."

"You two seem to be having fun going at it." Alyce tried to smile, but it probably just looked like a horrible frown. Alyce took a step back, getting ready to go back into her room. She was just feeling tired. And it wasn't because of her injuries, if anything they had healed up just fine and she should be feeling wonderful. But she just wasn't. As Alyce grabbed her door handle, a flash back of her meeting with Pietro threw itself into her head.

John walked up to Alyce, firmly grabbing her arm. "What's wrong with you? I see you for one day, then you go back and disappear for two days. Bella says all you do it sleep in our room, and you don't even eat."

"I'm still pretty hurt from fighting that girl. That's all it is." Alyce was going to overlook the fact that Bella had told him these things. She hated when people approached her like this, expecting her to answer everything they asked.

"I know you're lying." John harshly spoke, pushing Alyce back her arm. "If you can tell your cousin these things, and not you're boy--"

"Maybe because she's my family?" Alyce interrupted, sticking her finger into John's chest. "Why should it matter what's wrong with me? All you do is turn around and leave whenever something happens."

John stood quiet, grabbing Alyce's hand taking a step back.

"You see. Exactly what I just said." Alyce couldn't stop what she was saying. Her mind was speaking for her, all the raging thoughts she had cooped up was just coming out. John grabbed onto Alyce's shoulders, bringing her close. The only reason he could think of why she was acting this way, was that kid. That stupid rich punk.

"I can be better than him, you know."

Alyce looked up at John. "What are you talking about?" Alyce gripped onto John's arms, his grip getting stronger on her shoulders. She took in a deep breath, her powers wanted to exploded, she gripped his arms tighter, trying her best to suppress the feeling.

John didn't know what to say, he wasn't one for words. And he wasn't going to even try to keep this conversation going. Without thinking, John brought his face towards Alyce, placing a firm kiss on her lips. All he wanted to do was make her feel better, he was trying his best. A wave of emotion washed through him as Alyce returned his kiss.

He pulled away looking at Alyce's dull blue eyes. "You'll see. I'm going to do it." He turned around and walked down the stairs, anger washing threw him. He knew exactly what he was going to do to make Alyce feel better.

And it involved a bit of burning.