A/N: Hey errrrbody! So just a bit of a heads up, I recently have been thinking about actually doing an AU… (I suppose this one is an AU) But, this story has a lot of boundaries considering for one it's in a school, and it's kind of restricted by reality and normality and shit… After all I have quite a lot of experience writing science fiction stories and I have a few nice story lines in mind…
As for this story here's what's on my mind: How the fuck am I supposed to top my previous chapters? (not that they were that great, but that was about as much action as you get in a fucking boarding school…) For now I have a few more events up my sleeve but I have absolutely no idea where I see this story ending…
Anyway, lemme know if this story is worth continuing, and if you'd be interested in me writing another story…. (by the way, when I say science fiction I don't mean they are going to be fucking aliens with like ten eyes that speak klingon. (just thought I'd mention that.) (more along the lines of… err… how can I put this without giving anything really away… Kind of like one of those movies where the people are being bred in a society where they don't tell you shit and you happen to realize you are in one, and want to get the fuck out? –shit description but all I can do at the moment.)
For now, here's a bit of a laugh/fluff, whatever the fuck you call it.
(excuse my excessive use of "fuck", never swear out loud so the urge kind of spills out in the writing. ;) -thanks )
Chapter 10
We were the only ones in the hallway while everyone else was still in classes downstairs. Emily had insisted on using our time to put her plan into action immediately. So at the very moment we were outside of Effy's room trying to shove the final mattress through the doorway.
"C'mon Naoms, we've already trashed the bathroom, what's a little more damage?" she pleaded when she could see me hesitating.
Fuck. She did it again. That sweet smile with devilish intentions you'd only see if you knew her well enough. The smile that is all she needs is to flash at me to assure that I'll obey her spontaneous and outrageous whims. She was far too pretty for my own good.
"Fine Emz, but if this gets us fuckin kicked out…"
"Live a little babes!"
She pulle the rest of the mattress into Effy's room and we made a collaborative effort to lean it against the wall with the other mattresses we have just gathered. It was cute watching her small little body trying to flip the mattresses vertically, way beyond her in height.
"Well, that makes four mattresses, and six if you count the two that are already in here. I think that should do it." I admired her look of contemplating how everything was going to work out. She was the one with the vision of whatever the fuck this was going to end up being, and I had no ability to see it myself, I just had to take her word for it.
With a swift turn on her heel she made for the door.
"Be right back, Naoms! Don't disappear!"
I shifted myself so I was now leaning on my other foot, what the fuck else was she planning… The red-headed girl quickly vanished leaving me to debate what to do with myself in the meantime. Jeezus, Emily is certainly manipulative… There's no way in hell I'd be doing this on my own. I honestly hope it works though, I know she actually really stressed out on the inside and maybe this will help her relax and release a bit of that frustration. Perhaps a little creative therapy per say… A grinned at my comparison, this was definitely beyond fucking creativity it was going to be madness…
"Room service."
A knock at the door distracted my train of thought. I'd be a fool to think this school had room service. It wasn't some sort of elegant fucking hotel. I lifted myself off the bed, annoyed at having to leave the comfortable position I had settled into in Emily's absence. Opening the door, I was almost clobbered by Emily, who had only just barely caught herself. Her hands were holding gallon paint cans as well as using her mouth to carry one as well. She must've knocked on the door with her head, way beyond the practicality of simply putting one down and knocking with her hand then picking it back up again.
She dropped the paint cans easily onto the floor and stood in front of me, pulling out a few thick paint brushes from the back pocket of her tight shorts. (She must've been very sneaky running around the school out of uniform. If she got caught like this she would've been put through a hell of a lot of embarrassing explanations.)
'Miss Campbell, have you ever used a paint brush before?" She held one in my face waving it around with each word she said.
"Uhm, a few times, Miss Fitch." I had painted a few times back, not really painted though, I suppose. It was more like writing on picket signs for some strikes that didn't end at all very well. A story for another day though…
"Well, are you any good at it?" She rose any eyebrow with a cheeky grin.
"Is this some sort of fuckin interview? I'm not prepared to be fuckin interrogated by a woman who can fuckin knock down a door in a second…" I over dramatically put my hands on my hips and looked away from her.
I felt the cold metal, wood, and paint brush bristles as they were being shoved down the front of my shirt.
"What the fuck Emily?" I reached in and grabbed it, turning around for some privacy.
"You're hired." She said with a wink, and opened one of the paint cans.
An hour later I was admiring our work. The entire ceiling had gone from white to black, with Emily just doing the final touches. She turned around, facing me, with a fake scowl on her face.
"What are you doing, slacking on the job missy?"
"I've done my share. You'd be done too if you didn't have to stand on a chair and a stack of books and have to readjust them every time your next spot was out of reach."
She turned back to her work and finished the last spot then hopped down over to me.
"You're lucky there's no more painting to be done, because I'd fire you for your witty-ass comments!" She was trying really hard to look angry, with her hands on her hips, kind of on her tippy toes in an attempt to tower even higher over me as I lay on the floor.
I ruined her "intimidating" moment when I burst into laughter. A few drips of black paint had come of the ceiling and landed on her cheek. The look on her face was just shock when she picked up a finger to wipe it.
"You did a shit job too! Too much paint!" She tackled me on the floor before I could defend myself and started to wipe the black paint she gathered on her finger all over my face. It had turned into an all out paint war, both of us armed with mostly empty cans and paint brushes, flinging paint at each other. By the end we looked like those cartoons after something blown up in front of them, just a big black mess. Our laughter faded as we took a break from the all out war and went back to lying on the floor looking at the ceiling that was likely dry by now.
She turned to me with a sly grin on her face.
"Ready for phase two?"
I couldn't help but smile back at the mess in front of me. She had black paint all over her red tangled mess. I wiped a drip of the paint from my face and made a big black dot at the end of her cute little button-nose.
"Ready for phase two Miss Fitch."
She giggled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. It was nothing special, we didn't exactly want to be poisoned or even have to take in the big whiffs of the toxic stuff all over ourselves.
Emily lifted herself on the floor and one again pulled me up beside her.
"Shit. Naomi." She laughed. I took a proper look around the room, and everything on the side that I had done had specs of black paint on the things beneath.
"What's a little more damage?" I tried to smile innocently, there honestly was no use in not finishing the rest of the plan, without a doubt the room was fucking trashed.
Hours later, it was late and people were going to be returning to the dorms very shortly.
Emily and I had been sitting in silence enjoying the completion of the masterpiece she had slaved over, with my help and occasional sarcastic word of advice. Every now and then we had picked up meaningless conversation, but it would always come to an abrupt end when I fell into those deep pools of brown affection staring into me.
"I really like you Emily."
"I really li—" she was cut off by the intruder who had a smirk on her face and was looking all around the room.
"What the fuck did you guys do to my room?" She didn't seem mad, she just had the usual smirk. Although I could tell she was definitely more amused than usual.
To be continued, shortly… perhaps later today? Once again lemme know your thoughts on the mentioned above as well as the chapter :)
I know the chapters are short, but it kind of puts less pressure on me to get things written, and gives me a bit more freedom about what I have to write the next chapter…
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