"AAAAAND GOOOOO!" I yelled trying to change the subject of me kidnapping Jim. Poor Jim, he's just a poor mini-fridge. The boys were a little hesitant at starting, but I definitely wasn't. I'm gonna go all ninja on dem asses. Woow that sounds SOOO wrong. Just ignore that. I rolled on the ground on my side to the back yard. I literally, ROLLED. IT HURT LIKE HELL. Speaking of rolling, I remember this memory I had with my mom.. (This was an actual conversation with my mom. Yeah its pretty sad)
Mom: You're probably going to have P.E this year too Angel.
Angel: HA! Mom, I'm not doing P.E. That's not how I ROOOLLL! (Drags out roll acting like a weird gansta.)
Mom: Your gonna need P.E or your GOING to be rolling. (Picture comes to mind of me being fat and rolling around on the carpet)
Anyways, back to my ninja skills...
I looked behind me, the boys slowly creeping behind me. Except I can see Louis' ass poking from behind the wall. I hide behind one of the pool chairs, (I just noticed they have a pool. I GOTTA GET UP IN DAT!) and pointed my paint ball gun towards Louis. I pull the plastic trigger and a purple splatter of goo hits Louis' ass.
"EEEEP!" Louis squeals. I chuckle and hide behind the chair again. Four more to go... I look around making sure no one is around the pool and see no one. I saw Louis move from his hiding spot, all pouty with his arms folded over his chest and his bottom lip out. He walked back inside. I stayed quiet, hearing muffled screaming.
I look over toward the wall near the back door slightly see Harry's curls. I crouch over to the other side of the wall, the entrance for the door, and listen to Harry and Zayn yelling at each other, but quietly. If that makes sense at all..

"Harry. Don't touch my hair."
"But its so, like, smooth..."
"DON'T. TOUCH."
"hehehe. Your just jelly."
"Oh? And what am I jelly of?"
"My luscious curls. DRRR. Every one is.."
"Luscious curls? If anything your jelly of my perfect hair."
"Why would I be jelly of it if my hair is WAAAY better?"
"OH ITS GOING DOWN PRINCE CHARMING."
"YOU KNOW IT PRETTY BOY!"

I look over to their side of the wall, and there shooting pink, blue, and green paint balls at each other. Awesome! Their stupidness is helping me win :D I turn the corner and shoot the back of Harry's head.
"AYE!" He turns around and sees me.
"Damn. Were we loud?" Harry asks me, Zayn still shooting Harry.
"Yeah, a little. Haha" I chuckle and shoot Zayn in the process.
"AWWW." Zayn whines. I do a little dance and then remember, *GASP* Liam and Niall are still playing. Hmm Niall is probably in the kitchen... I make a shush sound to make them stop arguing and walk to the back door. I think Liam and Niall are in the house. Liam would have gotten me probably already if he was out here. I slowly and very quietly open the back door and crawl towards the kitchen. I heard a bunch of shuffling noises so I peaked from next to the fridge. The fridge door is open and a paint ball gun is in the middle of the kitchen, on the counter. I tip toe around the person in the fridge and take his gun from behind him. Yup, its Niall. Why is he so clueless some times.
"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" I scream like a cop, raising both of the pistol paint ball guns. Niall raised his hands and backed up a bit but also squealed,
"EEEP DON'T TAKE MY FOOD!" Just no Niall. He turns around and sees me with both pistols.
"Craaap." He mutters.
"Mmhmm any last words Nialler?" I raise the pistols towards his chest.
"Tell my food, I love them." He whimpers.
"I'll make sure to give them the message.." I shoot Niall two times, with my two pistols. Niall makes a pouty face, grabs his sandwich from the counter, and walks to the living room. Four down, one to go. ;D MUAHAHAHA I'M SO KEEPING JIM NOW! I slowly stalk Niall to the living room but only see Zayn, Harry, and Louis in there. Liam must be upstairs. HMMMM. I walk up the stairs, just wanting to get this over with. I want a nap.