Payton's P.O.V.
Let's get things straight. I'm not a psychopath. I'm a high functioning sociopath with homicidal tendencies. That is why I am shouting at my best friend that there is not enough ice in my cup while waving a knife around. We were sitting in the kitchen with a bag of sonic ice and a blue plastic cup. I wanted some water, but SOMEONE FORGOT TO CALL THE REPAIR MAN TO FIX THE ICE MACHINE! Hint hint, it was Kelsey.
"YOU HAD ONE JOB, KELSEY! ONE JOB!" She just smiled innocently and got the bag of sonic ice out of the freezer and waved it back in forth in front of my face. I grabbed the ice from her quickly putting it on the granite counter. I started breaking it apart with the hilt of my blade.
"I forgive you because I like sonic ice, but you need to call the repair man tomorrow." She jumps up on the counter sitting on it and flicks my forehead.
"Fine, but you owe me something. A little birdie told me that the neighbor's, down the street, dogs keep finding their way out of their backyard. We could just happen to find their dogs, and we could just-" I give her my infamous crooked smile, and she smiles back as I interrupt her.
"I'm in, BUT LET ME FINISH GETTING MY WATER FIRST! I'm parched." I giggle, and she helps me put the ice in my cup. When the cup is about a quarter way full, she stops and starts to close the bag as I reach for more.
"That's enough ice." I slap her hand away and grab more.
"It's not enough ice!!!!" I yell at her making her laugh as I put in more. I fill it up halfway then give her the cup to fill up. We both knew of the many times I had messed up trying to get water. I was just challenged. One of these times was why the ice machine was broken.
"I'll go grab our weapons, you get our masks pretty please with a cherry on top whipped cream and sprinkles?" I asked her as I grabbed my water she nodded and skipped off while singing a terrible version of Bulletproof Heart by MCR that you could barely understand.
"YOU SOUND TERRIBLE!" I yelled giggling as I climbed up the white carpeted stairs.
"I KNOW!" she replied. I tapped my fingers to a random beat as I tried to find our weapons in the media room where we last left them. I set my cup of finished water on the basket-coffee-wood table thingy. I don't know what to call it, but oh well. I peeked over the couch and saw mine. I stretched down trying to grab it which it took me a second since it was far down there.
"Ow, this hurts my boobs." I muttered to myself as I wrapped my fingers around the piece metal that was concerned to the blade of my scythe. I heard someone giggle and poke my butt.
"I touched the butt." Kelsey giggled hysterically at her Nemo reference. I tried to get up quickly, but I hit my head against the wall.
"Fuckin' ass." I muttered under my breath as I rubbed the back of my head. I contorted my face in pain, and I looked up.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET YOUR BASEBALL BAT UP IN THE CEILING FAN!" I yelled at Kelsey as she flew out of the room and down the stairs laughing.
"I love you!" She yelled up to me knowing she left me to the task of trying to get it down.
"The feeling is not mutual!" I yelled back to her as I stood on the wood coffee table basket thing, and used my scythe to knock her bat down. I slide down the banister to the bottom floor where Kelsey was waiting for me and she handed me my mask. It was a half face mask it went down to my nose it was a red that matched the handle of my weapon and had a black stripe across the eyes.
"Ready?" She nodded to me as I handed her her black baseball bat, and she put her sunglasses on.
"Ready."
