Her pale hand gripped the bottle tightly, her finger on the trigger. It was a regular spray bottle, the kind some buy for when their pet does something they don't want it to. It was filled with a clear liquid, with a slight pink tint. She now held it like a gun, and rounded the corner not unlike a spy from one of those crime movies. She pointed the gun at her target who was unaware of her presence. He, unlike her, was buried in a book she had lent to him. His eyes were rather wide as if it were getting painfully interesting. A similiar spray bottle was also seated next to him, full of water. She walked up to him casually with the bottle behind her back.
"What'cha doin'?" she asked in a sing-song taunting voice.
"Readin' your book," he replied, emotion not changing, as he turned the page.
"Can you put it down for a second?"
He obeyed, putting the book down, pages still opened, flat on the floor so you could see its binding. He looked up at her curiously. "What is it this time?" he asked, his gaurd down and him completely unaware of her plans. Quickly, she replied by pulling the squirt gun out and spraying him several times just before he could reach his own. He was saying random things such as "Ah, no stop! Don't! C'mon!" As soon as his hand reached the trigger though, she started giggling even more and he started laughing as well. Then he ran out of water. He sighed hapily, still being pelted with cold water. He wiped his arm on his forehead to find it was sticky.
"Wait... What are you shooting me with?" he exclaimed, eyeing her suspiciously.
"White cranberry fruit juice," she replied as if she had gone through this conversation in her head, which, knowing her, was probably true.
"Why are you shooting me with white cranberry fruit juice?" he asked again, this time it was nearly a statement.
"Because you expected water."
Maji De Hikari Community Member 
|
|
