KRISTEN'S POV

    Every one needed to go and clear up everything, especially the mess I had created using their things. Since I had the excuse of not being a vampire, I was allowed to back out from the mess I made because they think that I will hold them back from finishing it and I will agree with them.
         Dylan went back to his room, removing the stains of pie which Ash had made especially for him, Ash was in the kitchen giving me my lunch with a deep, pressed frown and began washing the cutlery and utensils as they had been covered with hard wet mud and I had to keep apologizing till he smiled in forgiveness. I know Ash hated his kitchen being a mess but it was only a small, harmless prank. Walt sat in his room as he was suffering from an abnormal headache due to the sudden blow of heavy books toppling over him and Zac had gone back to his room to put the books back. Unluckily he, too, hates people meddling with his books but he didn’t mind as much as Ash did.

   Secretly, I wanted Zac to be the winner. The reason I didn’t want to declare him caught. I wanted it to be him so I could kiss him. It would have been another tick in my check list. A kiss given to my celebrity crush and would’ve been really happy with it. In fact jumping with joy. I remember the time I used to dance in excitement, blow kisses and shout how sexy Zac looks at the Television every time he sings. Mom actually took a video of me doing that and trust me, I looked really cute and it’s actually saved on my phone.

    “Hey!” I turn to see Chris walking to sit beside me. I smile. “Hi!” I whisper back. His chair placed really close to mine that I could smell his minty breath which hit me hard like a strong effect of drugs. Usually I hate mint but this is one exception I think I can make. “Is there a cap to your smartness?” He asked, half-whispered. “What do you think?” I say, in the same tone and volume.
        Suddenly he turns away, resting his back on the counter. “Hey, are you ok?” I ask, my voice going back to normal. He shakes his head. “Oh man, I can’t do this.” He says, running his hand through his hair before resting his elbow on the counter just like it’s counterpart. “I want to ask you something… Did that kiss mean anything to you?” He ask seriously, after a moment of pure silence. “Truthfully, it was a friendly one and therefore meant nothing.” I answer quietly. He nods slowly. Again he turns to bang his fists. “See… How do I explain this to him?” He shouts it out, but is clearly talking to himself. “To who?” Curiousity overtakes my mind but he ignores me and walks away.

   NEXT DAY

    I woke up, wondering what’s gonna happen today. Better be something new. I jump out of my bed and a quick shower before I go for breakfast. Ash had kept an amazing breakfast for me.
        Quickly finish my breakfast and go to Chris’s room. I was the first one to get up in happiness so I’m going to irritate the hell out of some one. I slowly creep into his room and suddenly I start jumping on his bed with him sleeping. I also start singing ‘One way or the other’. Chris tried to block out the noise with his pillow but obviously it’s impossible with a voice which is made purposely screechy.
        So he pulled me down, wrapped his arm around my waist and his second hand found itself on my lips, muffling all sounds trying to come out. Everything done with his eyes closed plus he pulled me tight that I could feel his chest going up and down. I tried to protest but he shushed me every time I made a tiny noise. So I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. His face showed discomfort and finally gave up. He left my body, which rolled me onto the floor and he sat up, stretching and yawning while I waited for him to notice me. He finally did and pretended to be surprised to find me there. “Good morning! And what are you doing there?” He asked confused. “You are impossible.” I stated before getting up and stomping out. And went back to the kitchen. This time everyone was present.
        “Wow, finally everyone got out of there lazy schedule.” I say cheerfully. “No, we all got up because of your screechy voice.” Zac pointed out. “Plus we know your real voice and we think you sound a million times better than that.” I bit my tongue. “Oh, I’m so sorry but I only wanted to irritate Chris.” I say softly. They just nodded sleepily.

   Chris comes in and sits beside Zac with his head down. “No Good morning, Chris?” I ask sweetly. He looks up, his eyes half closed and his hair messed up. “Thank you, Kristen for spoiling my sleep” “Your welcome, Bestie.” I greet cheerfully. His head bangs on the table as I go out to watch TV.

   I was watching Red Riding Hood, the 2011 version, the one with Amanda Seyfried in it. I was busy in the illusion where I see Shiloh Fernandez showing off his hot body.
         Suddenly someone comes and jumps beside me, making me snap out and bringing me back to reality. “What’s your problem?” I asked Chris who was busy with my boyfriend who was busy entertaining me. “Nothing!” He shrugged, still looking at the TV. “Then go, don’t disturb me.” I try to push him which doesn’t affect his position. “I’m not the one disturbing. You are the one shouting how sexy and hot this Shiloh guy looks.” I was? Anyways “How dare you say that? He is hot and sexy, a mixture of both.” I say with my eyes widening as I stand in between of the TV and him, folding my arms. Chris’s hair had no change. It was still messy but the sun glinted making it a brilliant mixed shade of brown.
          Even though he bored the most uninterested look into me, yet he looked really cute. Maybe because it was a perk of being a bloodsucker. As they should be irresistible, hot and totally handsome more over god-like… “Anyways can’t you just come here?” I sigh before sitting beside him and his arm comes around me as I cuddle against his chest and get sucked into my illusion. But one thing prevented me to. I looked up. “Where are the others?” I ask curiously. His eyes still stuck on the TV. “Zac and Ash have gone hunting. The others are in their room, giving you your special time with your boyfriend.” He murmured. I didn’t know whether his concentration was on my voice or the TV.
        “Uh-okay.” And I resumed watching the movie with Chris as my head rest back.

    The movie had finished and the suspense was amazing. The suspecting person ended up being the victim, something no one expected. “That ended well!” He comments. I remove my head. “Yeah, it did.” I sigh dreamily. “Ummm… Ash’s kept a bowl of cream and strawberries for you.” He says as I get up to stretch. Wow, I was just thinking about it. For the first time, he actually put that mind reading thing into a good use.
      I go to the kitchen and sit content with my bowl of sweetness. Chris comes to sit beside me. Suddenly he sticks his finger into my bowl and looks at the light pinkish topping on his finger. “Ewww… Gross.” I made a face of disgust before resuming to the heavenly taste. And the cream was on my face, right on my cheek, smeared like a scar. Instinctively my mouth fell open in shock, totally speechless. He put cream on my face. “Oh, you did not!” I say, the moment my voice returned. “Yes, I did!” He says with a huge grin on his face.
         And the bowl in my hand finds itself on his face. Oh no! I wasted all the yummy strawberries. He removes the bowl from his face and also the cream covering his eyes.

    “You did not do that.” He replied, shocked. “Yes, I did.” I say, giggling. He arms himself with a tomato and so do I. And he throws it at the door. At that exact moment Dylan enters and the red fruit splatters on his shocked face. Walt too was shocked yet he tried to muffle his laughter. A tomato squashed on his face too. Both Chris and I bursted out laughing and then high- fived each other. “Good job, Love!” He said, in between his laughter. “Oh, you both are so screwed!” Dylan yells. “Yah, let the Food War begin!” Walt supported. Things began to fly around and my first instinct was to hide. Best place I found was under the counter. The counter was open from two sides: the front and the back and I can’t differentiate between the two. I hid and things were raining around me. More over food items like sugar, flour, eggs, pickles and various other things.
         And it definately didn’t take much time for them to realize that I was missing. I tried to judge their approach by their voices and their footsteps and faced the front side only to be pulled from the back by the waist. The grip was firm thus I could not wriggle out of it. And the thick melted cheese was poured on my head, the same which Ash had planned to use for my special lunch. I screamed and squirmed which brought two people running into the kitchen, which will definitely end up finishing our fun gathering. The moment the duo entered, my attacker left me causing me to fall straight on the floor. Ouch! I glare at the person which was Chris, unfortunately.
          “What the hell is going on…”Ash was left speechless, shocked at the appearance of his beautiful kitchen. I quickly stand up, not wanting to miss his expression. Zac stood there behind him, trying to hide his amused expression. “Oh no, no, no. This cannot be happening. My kitchen!” Ash was seriously freaking out. He turned to Zac who in turn bit his lips and puts his hands behind his back, trying his best not to burst out laughing. “You saw what they did? Did you see?” He screamed. God, I’ve never seen Ash so angry before. Guess he must love his kitchen a lot.
           “Yes, I do love it a lot, thanks for noticing.” He snapped at me. Shit, I forgot his talent. “Ash, Chill down. They were just having fun. I’m sure they all will clean up.” Zac tried to comfort him. “Oh yes, they better clean up. In fact they better start cleaning up. Right now!” He shouted out his order and all of nodded before we started to clean up. I started picking up the broken egg shells when Ash stood in front of me. “Sexy, you don’t need to do this. You were the victim in this situation and I saw that. So you can go.” Ash told me sweetly.
         The poor guys who were stuck with the punishment tried to protest but were silenced by one look. “Thanks, Ash.” I say with a smile. And before stepping out, I stuck my tongue out at Chris who rolled his eyes in return. 

       I took an amazing shower which should’ve lasted more than an hour as it is I had to get all the cheese out of hair. Thankfully it wasn’t as rough as I thought it would end up being. Then I went to the kitchen which was spotlessly cleaned but yet Ash was not happy with it and kept pointing out places that he thought needed cleaning.
       By then a new rule placed into their house. The trio weren’t allowed to step into the kitchen. It didn’t seem to affect Chris and Walt at all but Dylan was in serious problem. Eating was his life or at least a control over his blood lust. If he doesn’t get his food, he will be behind my life. Somehow Zac understood the situation and explained it to Ash who unwillingly expunged the rule reluctantly after all. Both of us, Dylan and I patiently waited for our lunch which he served us pretty quickly.
          My lunch seemed to be made out of love and care while Dylan’s was served with a huge disappointed grimace. I doubt that he really even cares as he began to gobble it up that he would end up eating his plate with it.

   After the amazing lunch, (It wasn’t that amazing as the cheese which had to be utilized in the food had found itself in my hair) I was looking around and ended up In Dylan’s room. It had a mixture of white and black. One thing surprised me: I have stayed here for so many days yet I didn’t take the efforts of seeing Dylan’s room. And I also realized that I had never seen Ash’s room or Walt’s room before. There were pictures and posters of all musicians, singers, bands and football stars from all ages stuck on the free spaces of the wall. So Dylan wasn’t all about the food. He had other favourites too. A huge drum set sat in the corner of his room and a guitar was left by it’s side, appealing me to give it a try.
           Long time since I have touched a guitar. Before I could satisfy my dying urge, a voice caught me. ”Kristen, I didn’t expect you to be here.” A voice surprised me. “What do you mean?” I ask as I looked up and Dylan who was standing by the door. “It’s just that you are always found in Chris’s or Zac’s room that I never thought I’d find you here.” He pointed out as he came to sit beside me.
        And I just realized that I was sitting on his comfy bed, stroking the surface of the guitar with touches of loving care. “You play the guitar?” He asked, looking at my adoring gesture. I nodded. Some silence and he was about to leave “I never knew you liked all of this.” My voice stopped him from going. “Hardly people get to know the real me.” Frankly answered.  "What do you mean?" he comes back to sit beside me. "I'll start with my story, I guess... That depends if you relly want to hear it." He offered. "Obviously I do want to."