Slade POV

I sit in the centre of Coen's hand, a knife in my hands, hidden from sight. He places me in front of my house and sprawls over his bed.

It's been two days since he made my ears go deaf, and I think my hearing is back to normal. I wait for the crucial moment with my hands clamped over my ears, the crucial moment where- "Coen! We need help carrying the shopping inside!" Coen stands with a grunt and passes me, his hand held out.

"Nah, I'll wait here, it's not like I can carry anything." I say waving my hand dismissively. Coen raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He walks out and downstairs, I wait until I hear him reach the bottom before I get to work.

I run to Coen's bed and climb the ladder he installed. Once on the bed, I make my way (and yes, I was tripping constantly) over to his pillow. I cut a large, deep '+' where his head would be. I then cover as much of the space in honey, and I manage to cover all of it.

I quickly climb back down the ladder and dash to his cupboard, which stands taller than even my mother. I squeeze through the gap and climb up the ropes to the hinges which prevent the doors from swinging inwards. Once I undo the hinges, I move the paint balls into position.

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Yesterday

I stand on the table and watch as Aria fills five water balloons with paint. "You still haven't told me why you want these."

"Yes I did!" I retort, hands on hips. "I said 'Coen'."

"Define it more." Aria says after a sigh.

"Okay, 'Paint on Coen', happy?" Aria rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything. Filling the last balloon, she places it in the box I made her get.

"Well, if this is revenge from when you went deaf, I suggest a back-up plan."

"Oh." I look up at Aria, a smirk playing on her lips. "What's your idea?"
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Once the paint balls are in position, I slide back down to the ground and dash to Coen's bedside table. Climbing the ladder he installed and onto the table. Dragging his phone into the house and up the stairs, I prop it up at the window. I step outside onto the balcony until I hear the familar thumps on the stairs.

Coen enters the room and gives me a scowl. "You should really help some time."

"Yeah, because a couple inchs tall person would really help." Coen's orb-like eyes roll once before he goes back to his bed.

In a flash, I duck inside and set Coen's phone to record. He flops his head onto his pillow, right where the honey is. He immeditly pulls his head back but puts his hands on either side of his head space.

A rush of feathers fly out and meet Coen's face. Coen pushes himself away from the bed as I run outside the house and slide down the ladder. Coen stubles and leans on the large cupboard.

The doors swing inwards and he falls in. I can tell he hit the paint balls because a wave of pink paint comes crashing out of the cupboard with a satisfying yell.

What then stumbles away from that was a monster. Most of it's front half being pink and it's head area being covered in lumps. Coen covered in pink paint with the feathers sticking out.

I slide the back-up plan item into the middle of the floor. I watch in hope, then disapointment as Coen narrowly misses the cream pie. I again climb the ladder and leap into the safty of my house. I climb the stairs and laugh as the phone still records, capturing the whole thing.

Coen wipes his eyes, clearing them and glares at me. "Slade, you. Are. Dead." He then stomps over to me, with one stomp kicking the pie up and onto his face.

I fall to the ground in a fit of laughter and giggles. My eyes begin to water but I keep laughing. When I mange to compose myself, I look up and Coen as he holds my roof in his hand. I begin laughing uncontrolably again.