Mission: Vandalize

The Ditching

Arianna's POV     

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There Rose goes, walking straight towards the food court entrance.

This may work.

I think grinning, then immediately take it back when she suddenly stops and backtracks when she sees Forever 21.

Ah crap.

I have no idea why I didn’t see the sign, I think as I hurry towards her dragging an oversized bag behind me.

"What are you doing?”

“Umm….” She starts.

“This is Mission: Vandalize not "lets go shopping".” I say the last part in a high tone. She glares.

I grab Rose and drag her through the bass pro shop entrance.

She won’t find a thing in here. 

We walk through the entrance seeing statues of fish and other fishing and hunting supplies. I laugh internally. 

We were going to go camping this summer, but Rose threw such a fit about how she hasn’t, isn’t, and never will go camping. It was one of the few times when she wasn’t just being annoying. She genuinely wasn’t setting foot on a campsite no matter what I tried to do.

We keep walking until she stops to groan looking at a variety of cameo printed things.

“Why would someone create this abomination?” she says running the rough fabric of a jacket between her fingers. “It’s doesn’t even feel remotely comfortable.” I roll my eyes shoving her towards entrance into the main mall, Colton following behind us.

I look for one of those doors that say “Do not enter” or “Employees only” and shove my way in. Rose being Rose, stops arms crossed a few feet from the door shaking her head.

“Are we going to deal with you every time we move?” I ask impatiently tapping my feet on the white floors specked with bright colored glitter.

“Yeah, probably.” She says honestly, not moving an inch.

“Come on! Stop being a baby.” Colton says irritated.

“I have the right to be a baby if I want too.” She continues stubbornly.

This only leads to some shoving, suspicious stares from random people, old lady lecturing us on respect, and me giving up after a long and sad course of thirty minutes. And that has landed us in some supply closet plotting our mission.

I pull three walky-talkies out of the bag and hand one to each annoying individual in the room.

“Code-names,” I say as the dim light of a flashlight shines down on us."Rose you will be Thorn." Rose looks like she doesn't like her code-name. 

That's why I chose that one.

"Shut up, Rose," I say as she glares at me. She's only making me more satisfied.

"Why can't I be Rose?" She asks looking very annoyed. 

"Because your name is boring." I say with a small smile showing that I'm enjoying this way too much.

"I don't like Thorn." She states giving her angry face. 

"I didn't say you had to like it," I say with extreme pleasure."I said you had to use it."

Colton starts laughing at the look on Rose's face. She looks like she's going to implode. 

Yes. Implode. I decide to end his enjoyment.

"Colton, you'll be Blondie." I tell him. His laughter ends immediately, which makes Rose start laughing.

I'm having way too much fun annoying these people. But if I don't do it who will?

"No," He says. "I'm not going to be Blondie."

"What did you want to be Hot Stuff instead?" I say while smiling sweetly. He pauses, thinking it over as a small smile tugs at his lips.

This is the part when I grip my stomach as I laugh to the point of not breathing. The strong foot steps outside the door of the closet grow closer. 

I immediately shut up, and Rose begins hyper ventilating. I turn looking for Colton’s hurt ego, finding his spot empty.

“What the…?” I say to Rose. She begins to glare. I pull the walky-talky up to my lips.

”Where did you go?” I say yelling. No answer.

“He ditched us.” She begins to grab her walky-talky and backpack. 

“I’m going to get that brat. What’s your code name?” She asks still glaring. A voice blurts through our walky-talkies. 

“Air-head.” 

“Get you fat butt back here!” I yell.

“First, I never told you I would stick around.” He says sounding like a teacher teaching a toddler an important lesson.

“Then why did you make me buy three freaking walky-talkies? You owe me ten bucks!” I continue, as he chuckles through the device.

“Hey, mine broke! I thought I’d invest in a new one.” 

“When I see you next, mark my words, I will kick. Yo. Butt. And you better have twenty bucks waiting.” 

“I thought the thing was ten?” 

“That was before you ditched us. Oh, and I am not an Air-head, Blondie.”

That stupid, handsome, pompous idiot.

A/N This is dedicated to AbiiTastic because of how much dedication she has to reading this story/book thing (I don't know what to call it) This is really just a filler chapter. Nothing really important. So................. Yeah.

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