Page 31 of Unrivaled Love
No way am I giving you access to weapons. This will be a clean fight. Pranks only.
TTFN - Bry
Alright, a fight he wants? Then a fight is what he'll get.
Chapter 9
Bryson
This Means War
Ipulloutmyphone and text Crosby and Duncan who helped me brainstorm pranks last night. I didn’t need Daddy Felix or Levelheaded Emmett putting a damper on my fun, and Aiden is still in Europe, so the three of us decided to devise a plan on our own in the newly renamed Massive Missiles Chat.
We buddy watchedThe Parent Trapon our phones and then Dunc woke up early this morning to watch3 Ninjasand sent over a few more ideas.
Yarn Maze was amazing. She was SO pissed.
CROSBY
I hate that you're on Mountain time. I've been dying for an update.
DUNCAN
Did she find the scissors yet?
No. And I hidthe knives too.
DUNCAN
Brilliant
CROSBY
So what's next?
I have a few ideas depending on what she does. If she leaves the house or not.
The sunshine filtering through the trees is hot on my skin. The elevation intensifies everything. I reach into my pocket for another Gas-X because I still feel bloated and pop the last pill from the sleeve into my mouth.
Devising the pranks to play on Jo has given me a new sense of purpose. I sit back in the lounge chair and review my next steps.
If she leaves the house I'm going for her room. Particularly the shower. Jo lives for a long, hot shower. At least she used to. I'm betting that hasn't changed.
If she doesn't leave the house I'm going to prepare the hiking path for when she inevitably wants to get out and exercise. I don't know if she partakes in nature activities in Salt Lake City but I'm guessing her instincts from spending summers here as a kid will kick in.
My phone tells me over thirty minutes have passed since I first came out here. I'm going to guess she's staying inside.
I stand and head towards the garage for the tools I'll need.
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I feel like a fucking lumber jack. Maybe I need to add more flannel to my wardrobe. I took my shirt off and tucked it in the back of my pants an hour ago when the heat was getting trapped against my body. I wipe sweat from my brow and use my t-shirt to clean off the blade of the hatchet I've been using.
My calculations might be a little off but I've done enough ping-pong ball trick shots with Emmett's grandmother to know the basics of a chain effect. But, this needs to go off without a hitch to be most effective.
"Hey Bryson, what's going on man?" Emmett answers my FaceTime call and I can see in the background he's at home. Good.
"Hey E.T. I'm actually calling to see if Grandma Turner is around. I need her help with something."
