When I Tried To Trust

Chapter 12- Garbaje War

💜Lil-

I had left the guys to do the garbage because I'm out getting milk. Little did I know that that was a bad idea.
I get home and put the milk in the almost empty fridge. I say hi to the guys who were just chilling on the couch. I go to my room and open my door to be smacked in the face by so much artificial perfume.
I cough and gag and search for the source of the smell, then I see it peaking out from under my bed, a desk chair box full of garbage.
I smirk and sneak to Lachlan's room and grab one of his shirts, I go to Jerome's room and grab his penguin hat. I wear these as gloves as I pull it out.
I drag it into the hall where I have a perfect shot at their heads. I pick up some chicken bits and chuck them at their heads.
One hits Jerome and he looks back at me confusedly. One hits Lachlan's puffy blonde hair and bounces off to hit Mitch in the eye.
They all look at me and I smirk. Jerome and Lachlan jump up and run at me. Mitch seems to que in and gets up too, but not before I'm up and grabbed a bunch of chicken in Jerome's hat. I bolt outside chucking chicken at the guys behind me.
But of course a 150 pound girl like me isn't as fast as the guys persueing me.
I need a way out, and fast. I see a palm a few meters away and veer towards it. I scale it and jump to the roof and land lightly on the caramel shingles.
"You can't stay up thea forevah." Lachlan calls to me in his heavy Australian accent.
"Yes I can!" I call and chuck a few more chicken balls down from the penguin hat that I carried up with me.
"Run for cover!" Mitch yelled and covered his face in the nick of time as a chicken ball bounced off his forearm.
I waited for what would come next, arm above my head ready to take flight.
"Ha!" He removed his arms and opened his mouth wide and I let the two week old chicken fly, right into his mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!" He screams and spits.
"Not my benja!" Jerome protests.
"Oh noh." Lachlan sasses.
"I'm a wild bacca and I can climb this house to get you!" Jerome threatens.
"Try." I smirk.
He does and slides down the tree farther than he climbs. Mitch is missing, probably disinfecting his mouth.

Oh my god, I'm out of ammo, I'm so tired and hungry and thirsty. It's Lachlan's turn on guard duty and he stands there in Jerome's safari hat.
I'm desperate and it's my time to strike. I sneak to the edge of the roof and as Lachlan turns his back as he does routinely. I jump onto his back.
But my weight unbalances him and his whole body weight comes crashing down on me, nocking the air out of my lungs.
"Guys I caught a wild Lil!" He calls enthusiastically as I roll on the ground regaining my breath.
Mitch and Jerome run out of the house and the three guys from a circle around me.
Mitch picks me up and slings me over his shoulder where I hang until Jerome looks at the pool and wiggles his eyebrows.
Jerome grabs my left arm and Mitch my right. Lachlan grabs my legs.
They swing me once, twice and I know what comes next.
I grab a fistful of either guy's shirt and pull them in with me.
I surface and see Lachlan standing there wide eyed and open mouthed. I swim over and pull him in too.
I burst out laughing and when I recover all the guys have made a triangle of death around me.
"Execute order 66." Says Jerome creepily.
Oh my god what have I done?