Krystal Chapter 09 – Declaration of War By Harrod200 Copyright © 2006 by Harrod200 of Orbital One. All rights reserved.				Email Codey’s World
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“Hey, you’re looking better than this morning.” Greg said as the pair barged into the room just as I finished getting dressed. “Sam got all worried about you after half an hour and begged Adam to check on you.” He added, poking Sam a few times.

“Shut up! Anyway you brought it up, you’re the one who said he was in there even longer than Davey.” Sam returned while they both dumped their school bags on their beds.

“Davey was waiting outside the bathroom all the time, he was bright red when we got there.”

“Yeah, he was so pissed off, he just HAD to get in there and clean his hair after a long day of playing that damned guitar and moping about.”

“Does he HAVE to play such ancient music? I mean we can hear it everywhere, why can’t he ever play anything good?”

“It’s always that really old stuff that nobody likes, and nobody ever does anything ‘cos all the adults love it.”

“It’s so unfair, how’d he get that guitar anyway?”

“I think he came in with it. We can’t go all the way to town on our own and we don’t get any money anyway so he must’ve.”

“Yeah. Why’s he here anyway? He’s never told me.”

“He’s never told anyone, he barely talks to anyone about anything.”

“He just sits in his room all the time. Hey, Adam said he was gonna get the football out, c’mon Kris, let’s go play.”

“O-ok” I replied, still shell shocked from their entrance. How they could cram an entire  conversation into 30 seconds amazed me.

“Oh uh, we’ll make sure you’re on shirts this time ok?” Greg inserted quickly.

“I’m fine now. I just got a bit a bit overwhelmed before.”

“Ok, race ya to the garden!” Sam shouted, already halfway out of the door, with Greg half a step behind him. When I stepped onto the landing, I just caught a glimpse of red disappearing into the TV room.

“YAAAHHHHH!” A small blonde streak screamed as it latched onto my chest and sent me flying backwards onto the floor as I approached the TV room door.

“Wha? Spike?” I uttered when I regained my senses.

“Adam said I had to get you!” He giggled, wrapping himself around me. “He said you took too long this mornin’!”

“Why don’t you go and ‘get’ him then, and tell him I didn’t take too long.”

“Nuh-huh, he said I had to stay on you if I wanted to stay up tonight, and I do.” He blew a raspberry at me and clung on tighter. Remembering the state he was in after Ty had been looking for him I started tickling his sides. Almost instantly he started giggling into my chest and tried to cling on tighter.

“That looks like fun, can anyone join in?” I saw Ty standing over us.

“NOOO!” a muffled yell came in between giggles from my chest. I nodded yes and Ty started working around Spike’s neck and arms. Gasping for breath Spike finally released me and rolled off. “No fair, I’m telling on you!” He managed to wheeze and ran back into the TV room.

“Just concentrate on the neck, and behind his ears. His sides are good but he’s most ticklish there.” Ty laughed. “I’m Tyler.”

“I know, you were asleep when Sam and Greg showed me around. I’m Kris.”

“Yeah, hey didn’t you get Mike and his thugs booted out?”

“Uhh” I mumbled, I didn’t really want to think about that. I still don’t know what they’d do when they came back, they would definitely suspect I’d told Adam about them.

“It’s about time, the police’ve been here loads of times for them but they’ve never found anything. Good on’yer.”

“Yeah…” I muttered. “I’m going to go play football with the others, you gonna come?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Sorry, I don’t do movement. See ya later.” He said and headed upstairs.

When I passed through the TV room, Adrian and GG were both staring open-mouthed at the TV while they played what looked to be the same level on the game as before and Adam was sitting in one of the chairs not really paying too much attention. “I hear Spike found you then.” He chuckled as I walked through.

“Yeah but I know how to defend myself against him now.” I called as I walked through the open glass door and onto the grass. The sky was a little grey but it was still fairly warm and the clouds weren’t too threatening.

“Krystal!” Mark called from the ‘pitch’, though it could be called a battlefield. The football match wasn’t so much a match as a battlefield. The game was a case of everyone on the field scrambling after the ball, what they did with it once they got it was pretty inconsequential, since they wouldn’t have it long anyway. “You can go on Chris’s side, c’mon!” I guessed since Mark was shirtless that left me on the shirts team and ran over to the pile of boys’ current location.

Somehow I survived the football ‘match’ and everyone was called in for dinner at around 5’o clock. The dining area was as much as a scrabble as the game, with everyone trying to cram to the front, get their plate and get out again in one piece. I just stood back and watched until the crowd had thinned out enough to let me get a plate easily.

“Oh come on, you were offside by miles!” Sam said rather heatedly to Greg as I sat down.

“No way, you just hate that I’m better at footie than you.” Greg replied in the same tone.

“What? I could beat you with my eyes closed!”

“No you couldn’t, you can’t kick even when you can see.”

“I can kick better than you! If you try to pass to someone the best you can do is ‘there-ish’!”

“At least it’s in the right direction! You couldn’t score in an empty net from three feet away!”

I was finding it quite amusing sometimes just watching the two arguing; it was a bit like a soap opera but more…real. I slowly ate my dinner while watching them quibbling and somehow managing to make food disappear without affecting their talking. It was amazing how they could seemingly talk forever, non-stop, about nothing.

“Well let’s ask Krystal shall we? Kris, which of us has better teeth?” Greg asked me. As much as I was trying to follow their conversation, I simply couldn’t recall how it had turned from football to teeth.

“Umm, you’re both exactly the same.” I replied truthfully. From what I’d seen the only difference was their eyes.

“No! My teeth are way whiter than his!” Sam argued,

“Mine are straighter though, see?” Greg added as they both broke into very toothy grins.

“They’re the same.” I repeated.

“Ahh you gotta be blind, my teeth are way better than his.” Both the twins said, at exactly the same time. How they did that was still a total mystery to me and to be honest was a little freaky.

“Ok then, you’re both right, how’s that?” I said with a small smile. For a moment both the twins got a ‘see, I was right’ expression that turned into confusion then an evil grin when they thought about what I had meant. Fortunately I was finished with my food and managed to put my plate back onto the counter and run out of the door before they could gang up on me and retaliate.

I ran up to the bedroom and leaned against the door for a few moments. Hearing no sound of pursuit on the landing, I risked a peek outside.

“Boo!” The two red-headed figures with wicked grins shouted simultaneously as they charged in and grabbed me.

“What should we do to our smart little friend here, Sam?” Greg asked as they both held me onto the floor.

“I don’t know Greg, what do you think we should do?” Sam replied while trying to suppress a giggle.

“Didn’t you hear that Kris and Ty ganged up on poor innocent Spike earlier, Sam?” By now both twins were desperately trying to stop breaking into all-out laughter.

“Why yes, Greg. Don’t you think it would only be fair of us to invite poor Spike to have his revenge?”

“Good idea Sam, you keep our smart little friend here in one place and I’ll go and get him.”

Both of the twins were now failing to hold back their laughter and were suffering from bouts of uncontrollable giggling. Sam sat on my chest while Greg opened the door and shouted for Spike. Within moments there was a small boy with an evil grin on his face advancing on me while both twins held my arms and legs.

Now outright laughing, Greg announced my sentence; “For being too smart for his own good, we the good people of St. Michaels House sentence Krystal to 5 minutes of Spike-ing. Mister Handerson, you may commence your tickling.”

With my arms and legs being held down I was completely defenceless and unable to get Spike off me once he had jumped on me.

“I’ll get you all back for this!” I managed to get out in between the laughter and gasping for air.

“Everything alright in here?” Adam asked, surveying the situation of me being held down panting for breath and Spike, Sam & Greg all giving their best innocent expressions from the door where he had just appeared. After a few moments he chuckled, said in an authoritative tone “I guess it is, I’ll see you all later.” And closed the door. As soon as the door was shut, Spike resumed his attack, relentlessly tickling me wherever he could reach. What seemed like hours of agony later the twins called time on Spike and still laughing lifted me onto my bed.

“Do you think he’s learned his lesson, Sam?” Greg asked when he had finally regained control of himself long enough.

“I think so, Greg. Let’s ask him shall we? Well Krystal, have you learned not to try to play with our minds now?”

“Yes!” I shouted with the first breath I could. The twins released me and let me up. “But you know, this means war.” I said with a wicked laugh.

“I think we’ll win.” Sam replied, “We’ve been here far longer than you, we know just how to annoy people the most.”

“Don’t count on it.” I already had quite a few fiendish plots in mind.

Walking over to me, Greg offered his hand, bowed and said in a very proper manner; “Sir, we accept your challenge and look forward to annoying and humiliating you.”

I took his hand, bowed in return and replied in the same manner, “As I do you. May the best man win.”

The war was on.