It started out as a normal Saturday in our house in Topeka, Kansas. Sully left for a few days because he had a client that apparently didn't want 'kids' on the job. We're almost 18, for crying out loud! I had been walking up the driveway, mail in hand. I walked through the door only to have freezing cold water come splashing onto me. I stood there in shock, hair matted to my head, clothes stuck to my skin and the now ruined mail in my hands. Lucky, it was nothing but junk. I saw Nate doubled over, laughing.

"You should have seen you're face, Natty! Priceless!" He says as he continues to laugh.

I narrowed my eyes and growled. I stomped over to him.

"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled, throwing the mail down on the dresser next to us.

Nate stopped laughing.

"Nat, it was just a prank." He says innocently. I smiled coldly.

"You're right. Now, It's a war." I say.

Nate spins around and takes off. I laugh and head to my room. I dried my hair and changed clothes. I slowly opened the door and peaked out. I saw that Nate had a plate of food on the kitchen table. He was pouring himself something to drink, his back towards me. I spotted a salt shaker. I smirked to myself as a plan worked itself into my mind. I crouched down and slowly made my way to the table. I reached my hand out and grabbed the salt. I slowly screwed the top loose. I backed away to my room door. Nate turned around.

"Alright, time to eat!" he says as he sits down with his drink.

He grabbed the salt and tipped it gently. The lid came off and salt poured all over his plate. His face twisted in anger.

"Natalie Lynn Drake!" He yelled.

I laughed as I ducked into my room and locked the door.

Nate pov.

That girl, I swear! If she wants a war, it's a war she shall have! I need ideas, though. Let's see, she's not scared of any bugs. I smiled to myself. We both share the same fear. Clowns. It wouldn't work though. Natalie's smart. She knows that I would use that against her and she would be prepared. I smile. We got some of that clear plastic wrap and I've seen some funny things you can do with it. I got it and retrieved some duck tape. Watch out, sister.

Nat pov..

I laughed as I shut the door. I know that Nate will want revenge and I know the one thing I cannot use. Clowns. We share that fear, he'll be expecting me to use it. I need to think. I chuckle. We got a bag of flour in the kitchen. If i cut the top and place it correctly, it wold work. Revenge for the bucket of water. I chuckle. I'm glad Sully isn't here. The house is about to become a war zone. I went out into the hall and looked at Nate's door. The bag could fit right above it. When he opened it, it would fall. I smirk as I stand on my toes and quietly place the bag. I made a noise that sounded like I fell. "

Ow! Nate, I think I hurt my ankle!" I say, pretending to be hurt.

I heard Nate jump out of bed and throw the door open. White smoke covered us. I coughed and waved the smoke out of my face. I saw that Nathan was covered head to toe. He glared at me and ran towards me. I raced for the bathroom door but trip over something. I jumped back up and glared daggers at Nathan. He started laughing until I charged at him and he retreated to the kitchen. I cornered him near the sink when he turn it on and pointed the faucet at me. I covered my face with my hands as water shot at me.

"Dammit, Nathan!" I yelled as I blindly reached for the handle.

I managed to break it away from Nate's hands and sprayed it at him. Some of the flour washed away, but he was still covered. He grabbed some of the salt-covered food from earlier and chucked it at me. It hit me in the stomach.

"Hmph!" I said as I clutched my stomach.

He wrestled it from my hands and proceeded to put me in a choke hold. "Let. Go. Nathan!" I say as I struggle to get away.

"What the hell is going on?!" A rough voice shouted.

We let go of each other and stood straight.

A pissed off Sullivan stared at us. Nate dropped the faucet.

"Oh, crap." We say.

Sully Pov.

I stood there,fuming at the soaked twins. I glanced around the house. A plate covered in salt was on the table, the food on the floor and a stain on Natalie's shirt. Water and flour was everywhere, broken plastic wrap and duck tape in the hall. I looked down to see a bucket next to me along with soaked carpet. I looked at the twins, who shrank their bodies down in submission as I glared.

"Oh! Welcome home, Sully!" Nate stuttered.

"We missed you!" Nat added sweetly.

"What the hell is this?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Well, Nate pranked me then I pranked him and...it sorta got outta hand." Nat said.

"Sorta?! It sorta got out of hand?!" I yelled.

Nat pov..

Nate and I flinched and stepped back.

"We're sorry. Really. " Nate says as we back up.

Sully sighed. "Just clean this mess up. It's been a long three days." he says as he walks to his room.

Nate and I looked at each other and then looked around the destroyed house.

"Let's get to work." Nate says as he grabs the mop and I go get the bucket and fill it up with water.

I sighed. It's gonna be a while before Sully forgives us on this one. I can feel it.