I yawn, watching my series on the one and only Netflix. I look at the clock it reads 10: 57.

The show ends not long after, I walk up the stairs.

Opening my bed room door, I step in. I scream for three reasons. One, I just got done watching Supernatural which the impossible seems possible at times. Two, I'm half asleep. Three, my foot is in something slightly warm and very squishy.

I wrinkle my nose, switching my light on. I look down- expecting blood or some weird goo from a monster or who knows what, but when I look down all I see is grape jelly.

"Whatever I'll get you back" My brothers voice creeps its way into my mind.

"Austin!" I yell.

He comes out of his room, trying to look innocent. "Yes little sister?"

"Grape jelly, really?" I ask, moving my toes in the grape jelly which it makes a nasty sound.

"Oh.. That? You upset over it?" He asks.

"Ohhh no not at all." I say, raising my voice. "You just wanted perfectly good grape jelly, what am I supposed to eat with my peanut butter sandwich?!?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Nutella?"

I gasp. "No! You can't have something dry with dry peanut butter. It should at least be a little wet,"

"Oh." He raises his eyebrows slightly. "So you like it when it's wet?"

Instead of replying to that , I yell. "I can't believe you!"

Hearing all the ruckus, my mom comes out of her room. "What- wait, is that grape jelly?"

"Perfectly good waste, I know." I look down at my feet still in the grape jelly. I didn't move because I didn't want to make a trail of grape jelly colored foot prints around the house. But I could do that in Austin's room. . . .

"You do that!!??" My mom asks my red faced brother.

"Uh. . .maybe?" He said, looking down.

"Go get a towel and clean this mess up." My mom scolds him.

He goes to get the towel and she turns to me. "Why did he even do that?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but it's a waste of jelly."

He comes back with a towel. I snatch it from his hand and wipe my feet off. I walk towards our bathroom, passing his room.

I wipe the grape jelly on his pillow from my feet, grinning mischievously.

I walk back to my room, watching him attempt to clean up the jelly but just smears it in the process.

"I'll have to call somebody," mom sighs. "Austin! You are grounded for another week! I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Go to your room. You got school tomorrow. Both of you."

***

"You are a jerk!" Austin says in the morning with a scowl. "I smell like jelly and don't have time to take a shower. Is that my payback?"

I grin at him. "Nope." He gets out of the door fast as he can and I laugh.

This will be fun.

When lunch comes around, I go to the library to see no butt hurt jerk. Finally he walks in, blue eyes landing on me then rolling his eyes.

"Now you are stalking me." I say, crossing my arms.

He scoffs. "Puh-lease I came in here to get some sleep."

I give him a look. "Good luck with that." When he doesn't reply, I say. "So you're name is Collins?"

He says, "Uh..yeah. How did you know that, stalker?"

"Um because the teacher said it in Science, stupid." I shake my head at his stupidity.

"Well what's your name?" He asks.

I give him a look. Then say, "My name is Ivory."

He snorts. "What did your parents think when they named you? That you were some kind of jewel. Honey, you aren't any treasure let me tell you."

"Actually it is single: parent." I say. He awkwardly looks away. "Wait! What was your parents thinking when they named you Collins. It is usually a smart name, and, butt hurt jerk, you are far from it."

He sarcastically laughs. "You are just trying to insult me. It didn't work."

I raise my eyebrows. "Who said I was trying to insult you, I was stating the facts."

"Stating the fact that I'm awesome? Yes, yes I know." He said, smirking.

"Awesome? No, your stupidity acted up again. You meant lame and a jerk." I state, laughing.

He rolls his eyes, sitting down at the usual row of books. This time I sit beside him. "No last words?"

"I have nothing to say to your nonsense of weird words." He said, shrugging.

"Oh that is a lame excuse of saying you lost the conversation and I won." A small smile turns up on my lips in victory.

"Please. You're trying to make yourself feel better." He scoffs as he tries to get comfortable.

I roll my eyes. "I am gonna get you back, Ivory." He says using my actual name.

It's my turn to scoff. "You have fun with that."

Butt hurt jerk gives me a hard look. "I will and it shall be lots."

"Your stare is creeping me out." I say.

"It is my seductive look." He jokes with a wink.

I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "You were trying to seduce me?"

He blinks. "Gross, no. But I'm still gonna get you back though."

I narrow my eyes. "So butt hurt jerk, why did you come to the library? To stalk me?"

He rolls his eyes. "First off the name is Collins. And I am not stalking you."

I feel my eyes grow big. "Wait! You are stalking the librarian!"

He stares at me blankly. "You are messed up in the head."

"No. I have an imagination."

"So poetic, aren't ya cupcake?" He said, getting up and looking at the books.

"Something like that, butt hurt jerk." I reply.

"Could you call me something else? Like, gee, my actual name." Butt hurt jerk says.

I shake my head. "I am saying your actual name." I give him a look. "I am not calling you. . . . Collins." I fake shudder.

"So you are gonna let me call you cupcake?" He asks.

"Um. . . No. The joke you were gonna make about made me slap you." I retort.

"Please like your hit couldn't phase me."

"You wanna bet? I have a brother - you know my brother? Well he sure-"

"Cupcake, I don't care." He puts hands on his hips.

"Good, I was getting tired of telling you anyway." I say standing up. "So I can do this."

I grab a book ans hit him - hard- on the head, making a loud sound.

"Ow!" He yells, hand flying to his injured head.

The librarian comes at us, full speed. "Shhh!! This is a library! Why is with you two?!?"

"I'm sorry. It's just my dear friend here is suffering through a illness - it's not contagious. But he was born with it. The thing is. . It's a disease that no one has gotten - well as bad as him." I look at my hands. "And I am trying to help him. He just has those outbursts at times. I'm so sorry."

The librarian looks at him then me. "No I am," she says softly. "I'll let you guys be." She walks away.

"What was your 'dear friend's' disease." Butt hurt jerk says.

I stare at him. "The disease is called your stupidity."