I think this one is my second favorite. Not as long as the first but still good in my opinion. Enjoy the fic!
Chapter Two - Playing with Fire
Three large fire balls shot through the air, hitting targets set up on the other side of the roof. They completely caught fire and within seconds, were falling apart from the flames.
Fu Dog, taking cover behind a low brick wall, peeked his head over and called to the red dragon standing on the other side. "Jake! That's good. You can stop now!"
The red dragon stopped and Jake changed back into his human form. "Ha! I hit them all." He said with triumph. "What's next?"
"That's all for today actually." Answered Fu, dousing a small fire in one of the planter boxes. "You can go home now."
"Seriously? But I'm on a roll!" Said Jake.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great kid but I need some time to grow my fur back." Fu turned around, showing that his back side was almost completely black. "Magical fur." He continued, turning around again. "The only thing keeping me from becoming an overcooked hot dog with you constantly setting me on fire."
Jake smiled sheepishly. "Right. Sorry about that." He apologized. He turned and headed for the door, grabbing his backpack. "See you tomorrow Fu!"
"Yeah..." He said. "I can't wait for tomorrow."
Jake arrived home and went up to his room. He jumped onto his bed and laid back to relax. But he quickly became bored. Nothing to do: Trixie and Spud were busy with family stuff, his skateboard was broken from a trick he tried last week, and Jake didn't even have homework or chores to do.
"Oh man...I'm so bored!" He whinned, hitting his head on his pillow. He was just thinking of taking a nap when his door suddenly slammed opened and in bounced Haley. She had what looked like six or seven different colored helium balloons tied to her wrist. "Jake, I got you a balloon!" She said, thrusting the only red one at him.
"Haley, what I am going to do with a balloon?" He asked, annoyed at having been interrupted. He pushed the balloon aside, which floated away to hit his ceiling and bounce against a poster tacked to it.
Haley pouted and turned away, looking very sad. "I'm just trying to do something nice for my favorite brother in the whole wide world." She said, chocking on a pretend sob. Her body shook as she cried.
Jake sighed. "What do you want?" He asked, sitting up. "At least now I'll have something to do." Thought Jake.
Haley smiled brightly and jumped on Jake's bed. All her balloons had been untied from her wrist and now bumped against the ceiling and each other as they floated around. "Teach me dragon stuff, Jake. Please?"
"What? No way. You're not old enough." He said. "You wouldn't be able to handle it."
"I so could handle it." She argued. "You just don't want to teach me because I would be way better at it then you."
"You would not."
"I would too!"
"Not!"
"Prove it then." Challenged Haley, pointing upwards at the ceiling. "Who ever hits the most balloons wins." Jake looked up at the balloons bouncing against his ceiling. There were seven of them in total, all a different color and looked fairly easy to hit for the ones that weren't really moving. But from the way some of the others bounced around, he would have to be careful of his aiming or he would end up hitting something other than the balloons. In the back of his mind, something screamed to stop and think, but Jake wasn't gonna listen right now because doing so might give Haley the idea that he was scared her silly challenge.
He smiled. "You're on!"
They each transformed, one light pink dragon and a slightly larger red one, both crowded on the bed. Jake jumped off. "I'll shot from the floor, so it'll be fair."
Haley growled and jumped down too. "I don't need an height advantage." She said. "Although if it would make you feel better, you can shot from the bed. Or you could just back down now and avoid losing."
"Let's just get this stupid contest started."
They both got into position and took aim on a balloon. Jake aimed at his red one while Haley decided to target a purple one. "On the count of three, we start." She said. "One...two.." They counted together. "Three!"
It was like seven tiny bombs went off all at once in Jake's room. Haley's balloon happen to bump into another balloon right beside it when it was hit, setting that one off as well. Jake used more fire then necessary, blowing up three at once. Flames from the balloons blown up by the dragon siblings caught and blow up all the others. Jake and Haley ducked, pressing themselves against the floor. The poster tacked to Jake's ceiling caught on fire and fell onto his bed, setting the covers and his pillow on fire. Some clothes on the floor caught fire as well. Smoke from the things burning escaped from the cracks between the door and walls, setting off a fire alarm.
There was a moment of paused between the two siblings as they stared at the burning bed and the partly blackened ceiling. They changed back and both yelled, "Mom!"
Half an hour later, the fire department, after having to rushing over and putting out the fires, began to pack up and leave. Jake's bedroom was now partly burned and half of his stuff was charred and beyond repair. Susan, having already been told what had happened, decided to tell the fire department the truth that Jake and Haley had been setting the balloons on fire, but left out the part of them being dragons. As the last man jumped on the truck and it began to drive away, Susan approached her two children sitting on the front steps. They gulped as they saw the look of anger on her face.
"It was his/her fault!" They claimed, each pointing at the other. They jumped into another explanation of what had happened, only this time each was trying to pin the blame on the other and free themselves of their impending punishment. Susan raised her hand, stopping the all talk at once.
"Both of you are grounded for a month." She said, crossing her arms. "Extra chores, no desserts, and you two will get to tell your father what happened here when he gets home." She gave them a horrifying look, daring them to argue with her. But Haley and Jake looked down at the ground in shame, neither saying anything and only nodding in agreement.
As their mother walked past them to enter the house, Haley spoke. "This is your fault."
"Mine? It was your idea!"
"You're older!" She argued. "You should have known they would explode."
"And one more thing," Called Susan, leaning out of the doorway and smiling sweetly. They both turned to look at her, afraid to hear of what other punishment she was about to bestow upon them. "both of you lose your allowances until all the repairs have been paid for."
The two siblings hung their heads and groaned. "Aw, man!" They said together.