Do You Know Your Enemy, Darling?

~*~ Zoey ~*~

"What's your deep dark fetish?" Skylar asked, as we walked.

"Um. Well I like bondage. To be tied up and feel helpless." I giggled.

She laughed.

"What's yours?" I bought us some sodas.

"Mine is bondage and blood." she shrugged.

I handed her a coke.

"Where did Dillon go?" I asked.

"I don't know. Dillon! Blow the rape whistle! Let us know you're okay!" Skylar whined, loudly.

I busted out laughing.

"Way to go, genius."

But we got real quiet. We heard the whistle muffled but soundly. We both took off in a fast sprint to the door it was coming from.

The door opened and we were both pulled inside. I landed on my ass again and whined.

"My ass is going to be black and blue now.. Stop ass abuse!" I got up and pulled up my shorts, pouting.

~*~ Joe ~*~

I took the whistle and tossed it.

"It's not rape if you enjoy it." I teased.

Bam!!

"Stop abusing me!" I whined.

Dillon just hit me with a pillow.

"Quit being a perv." she stated.

"Awe fine.. So wanna watch a movie?" Jackson asked.

"Why the sudden change?" Zoey asked.

Tom came up behind her.

"Because we like you girls a lot." he stated.

"So movie?" Jackson asked again.

The girls all looked at each other as if asking what they should do or should they just hit us and run.

"Let's watch Stay Alive." Zoey smirked.

Jackson looked through his many DVDs and held it up.

"Oh a horror. Need me to hold you?" Tom smirked.

Smack!

"Ow.. Okay. Okay.. I won't touch you." Tom held his cheek.

Skylar skipped over and plopped down on Jackson's bed getting comfortable. This is turning out better than I have hoped!