A/N: This is the second, and hopefully last, in the Roadtrip's Revenge one-shot stories. These stories are similar enough where I thought that I should put them together. Obviously, these are stories that I, Roadtrip, write instead of taking revenge on those who make me do household chores alone, especially hard ones. I don't know how I get suckered into them, but I do.
"Roadtrip, you're a little wet," the tall cowboy tried to keep the laughter out of his voice as he said this.
A little wet was quite an understatement from what the others saw. The young thief was soaked head to toe with water. Luckily she was wearing a black t-shirt with Brandon Lee as the Crow and blue jeans. The reason why she was so wet was because she was trying to water the garden. Unfortunately for her, the hose was a little too heavy and it had suddenly gone out of control, which is why she was now soaked.
Roadtrip brushed the hair out of her eyes as she glared at Jack and the other boys, "While I know you guys so enjoy torturing and mocking me, it would be nice if you would actually help! The other girls all went into town, so I've got to do this all by myself and it's heavy. Any takers?"
Spot laughed and shook his head, "You must be joking...Us help with something like that? Please, it's beneath us..."
Most of the guys were in agreement with that, except David and Racetrack. The other guys walked into the back as David and Racetrack walked over to the hose. Roadtrip sighed as she held onto the hose, "Thanks you guys, I hate having to water the garden. I can never seem to control this stupid hose."
David shrugged as he started to help pull the heavy hose towards the garden, "It's no problem. It's not like we had anything better to do. Plus, we hate to see damsels in distress."
Race nodded, "Yeah, but it was kind of funny seeing you fight with the hose."
Roadtrip glared at Race, but said nothing. When they had finished watering the garden, Roadtrip smirked as she got an idea, "Hey, you guys...you gotta help me do something..."
A little bit later...
Roadtrip leaned against the side of the house, looking at all of the boys as they sat casually. She smirked as she called out, "Hey...you know what...I think that you guys need to cool down."
With that she moved away from the house, holding the hose like a gun. Before the guys could beg or do much of anything, she hit the trigger. Water flew out of the hose in a stream and hit every single one of the guys. With that done, Roadtrip smiled, "Hey Jacky-boy...you're a little wet."
A/N: Short, I know...but I needed to get it out. Pulling four hoses along trying to water is definetly not fun. I know some people want another chapter of Blood-Soaked Walls, but I'm avoiding it for some reason. I will write to it before I go on vacation in late June, early July. When I think of these one-shots, I picture them on a farm with a bunch of animals. That's just me, though. I don't know why, but I really like ending and starting the same way. Maybe it's just that it gets turned around on them.
