One warm afternoon, Shock decided she wanted to do some reading out on the terrace. At some point during the last seventeen years, Lock and Barrel had built a terrace out from the main room that faced towards the hills. She didn't know why they wanted to do this exactly, maybe to satisfy some natural male genetic that makes them
need to fix or build something. Honestly? She didn't care. She liked it, and it gave her a nice quiet place to read while they were off doing stupid boy things that she didn't want any part of.
She was looking foreword to it all morning, actually. She had to yell at them to help her clean up the tree house from their night of candy-bingeing. No one would help her do the piles of laundry that needed to be done, and they'd managed to escape for a few hours so she couldn't yell or hit them with her broom until they either helped or did it for her. So she did the laundry, straightened up her room, and the boys came back just as she finished. But of course, she didn't let them get passed her without getting yelled at for abandoning her with the chores.
"Typical men," she'd added just before she walked away to cool off.
She hadn't seen them since then and, frankly, she enjoyed the quiet. It was a rare moment when she could some time to herself where she didn't have to yell at the boys for being stupid or having to watch as they did stupid boy things. Part of her actually hoped they wouldn't come back, but she knew she'd get lonely without her friends if they didn't.
But when she walked out onto the terrace, book in hand; she saw Lock and Barrel with wooden swords playing pirates. A cardboard box was on the far end of the terrace marked TREASURE in bold black marker, and she guessed it was full of candy.
They stopped playing for a moment when she came into view, but then went back to playing as if she wasn't there. She just stood there, watching them play-fight for a box of candy treasure like little kids.
"What are you two doing?" She finally asked, having had enough of watching her two grown friends acting like they were ten again.
"Playing pirates," Lock answered bluntly. "Want to play?"
She crossed her arms under her chest. "Not really, no."
At that moment, they both stopped playing and Barrel motioned for Lock to come closer. He did, and Barrel whispered something to him that made the darkest of smiles appear on his face. He looked over at Shock, whose instincts were telling her to run. But, like a fool, she listened to her mind and stayed to see what they were planning. You'd think that after all these years with those two; she'd learn to run when Lock looked at her that way.
And this time was no different.
Before she could react, Lock and Barrel came at her and somehow managed to tie her up with whatever they could find and tied her to the railing of the terrace. She did
not like this at
all.
"What are you two doing?!" She screamed, thrashing around and trying to get free. Barrel and Lock just looked at her evilly with their arms crossed across their chests and their wooden swords in hand.
"You're our captured wench!" Lock laughed, "Pirates kidnap helpless maidens, that’s just part of the fun."
Barrel was the first to stop laughing. "But whose wench is she?"
Shock and Lock both looked at Barrel, who was shifting his gaze between the two looking for an answer. He'd posed a good question. Two rival pirates couldn't share a wench. They probably could in theory, but in practice it wouldn't really work. Even if they
were just pretending to be pirates.
While Barrel was trying to come up with a reasonable way to decide, Lock thrust his wooden sword out to stab Barrel. But Barrel fell out of the way in time to avoid being hit and with enough time to grab his sword off the ground and attack Lock with it. Even though they were just play-fighting for a play-wench in a game of play-pirates, Shock still shouted at them and tried to wiggle free of being tied up.
"This is
real mature!" She shouted, "You two are acting like little
kids! Let me go right
now or I swear I'll--"
"A ha-ha!" Lock laughed, swinging his sword. "You think you can defeat
me?"
"No, I don't think I will," Barrel said, dodging Lock's thrust. "I
know I will!" Shock rolled her eyes and started pulling again to get one of her wrists free. They had her tied up pretty good, actually. She wasn't sure if she should be concerned or impressed.
But just then, Lock tapped Barrel on the stomach with his sword, that being what they decided was a killing move. Barrel gasped and flailed around for a little while before falling onto the terrace floor with his tongue hanging out. Like an idiot.
Lock came up to Shock and put his face dangerously close to her's, that evil smile still spread across his face.
"Well, looks like your
my wench now."
She wasn't going to take that.
So, very calmly, she said, "Untie me this second or my foot is going to make contact with your real pirate treasure. I don't think I need to be any more specific, unless you're stupider than you look."
Lock looked at her for a moment, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Quickly, he hurried to untie her before she could live up to her promises. He's known her pretty much his whole life, and he knew that when she threatened to kick him in the bananas, she would do it without thinking twice. That’s why, when she was untied, he stepped several steps back so he'd have a fighting chance if she decided to kick him anyway.
She stood up, brushed herself off, and started walking back into the tree house. Just when he thought he was out of the woods and his bananas were safe, Shock turned around and gave him a hard, swift kick in the shin that made him fall to the floor in pain. She smiled and walked off, shouting,
"That’s what you get for calling me a wench!" as she opened the door and went in. Leaving Lock rolling around on the terrace in horrible pain. But he did appreciate the fact that she didn't kick him in the jewels, the pain would've been a
lot worse if she did.
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A/N Below:
yeeeah, pirates. I went there xD
