When we got home, we watched movies until twelve, then decided to sleep. Arlo and I headed to our room, and when he stepped through the door, he collapsed on his bed and was fast asleep. I, on the other hand, did not feel like sleeping. I wanted to do something — something fun.

As I was rolling on my bed, I decided to go and make myself a peanut butter sandwich. That was a fun thing to do — eat. Two in the morning, I opened the door and walked on my tiptoes to the kitchen. Imagine how funny it would be to find a thief trying to steal my peanut butter! Wait, I would be furious. No one steals my food. Just imagine.

As I walked to the kitchen, my breath hitched because I noticed what I just thought was too funny to even happen. I foreshadowed my future; it was supposed to be the author's job. I saw a tall man — or a muscular woman — facing the fridge. They were gazing at the food. I did not know if it was a "he" or "she" because their back was facing me, and it was dark.

I quickly grabbed a vase that was coincidentally near me. My first instinct was to scream, but I ran to the thief like a lunatic and hit him — or her — on the head with the solid, big vase. He — or she — fell to the ground with a thud, and I walked to the light switch and turned it on. I then screamed. Obviously!

I screamed, yes. But not because he was a she or a thief... I yelled because I saw a familiar face. Fudging Jude. Well... A lifeless fudging Jude lying on the floor, to be more precise. "Shit," I muttered, then the kitchen was suddenly filled with my panicking brothers.

"I killed him," I cried, kneeled down next to him. "Jude, wake up!" I yelled, but he did not move. I considered slapping him, but no. "Guys, I think he's dead," I stated in a deadly tone. The irony.

"What happened?" They all asked while looking scared and concerned, and I winced at their loud tone. I put my hands up in surrender.

"To my defense, I thought he was a thief. So, I did the only logical thing to do... I hit him on his head with that vase." I explained the matter in a calm tone, then pointed at the vase that was lying on the counter. Milo sat next to Jude and placed his fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. He let out a sigh of relief and nodded. I closed my eyes and thanked God that I did not accidentally kill him.

"He's just unconscious. Let's carry him to the couch," Milo announced and began lifting his body up carefully. Theo and Arlo groaned, then helped Milo.

"It's not my fault, right?" I asked after we sat before Jude and waited for him to wake up. Theo looked at me and shook his head. Milo put an ice bag on Jude's head.

"Of course not. It's Jude's fault. He did not tell us he was here, and I would think he was a thief too and probably attack him," he replied, and I nodded.

Why in the hell was he here? Was he that hungry? Did he eat all of his food, and that's why he came to eat ours?

~~~

"Ugh..." We heard a groan of pain and snapped our heads in Jude's direction. He was shifting in his place, then began opening his eyes. "It hurts," he complained when he fully opened his eyes and analyzed the situation. His hand made its way to his head and rubbed it. I felt so bad. "What happened?" he asked when I handed him a cup of water. He drank it and waited for us to answer.

"It was your fault!" I quickly said, then facepalmed myself. "I mean... I'm sorry. But what were you doing in our kitchen?" I asked in a confused tone. I was not the type of human who would go over-dramatic about a small matter like that. I have seen worse... in movies.

He looked at me, then grinned when he remembered. See? If he could smile, then it was nothing. "Oh, yeah, I was preparing my prank for the boys. But, someone ruined it for me," he remarked, with an attitude I certainly did not like.

"Excuse you? I thought you were a freaking thief; how was I supposed to act? Come to you and pat your back to ask what's your name or who are you?! Dude, think. And what's up with the prank thing?" I replied. Arlo looked at me, then smirked.

"We prank each other every once in a while; like today it was Jude's turn and next will be ours and then Holden and so on. We decided that whoever does the most successful pranks until Milo's last day in the university – since he still has one year left — will get one wish. It does not matter if it is too expensive or irresponsible. We have to do it unless it involves killing." Arlo explained their idea, and I got excited and proud of my brothers.

"Awesome, I want it. But I won't take part in the prize thing. It would not be fair. I just love pranks, and I want to participate — please," I asked, with my puppy dog eyes, then pleaded with my hands. I loved pranks, so it was a natural reaction for my brothers to see me desperate, but Jude stared at me like I had lost my mind.

After some time, he smirked. "Okay, I can't wait to see you prank us — that's if you can," Jude commented, and I smirked back.

"Just so you know, I'll prank all of you simultaneously. Be careful. You never know when I will attack...." I said, with a sly look on my face. My brothers gulped.

"What have you done?" Theo yelled at Jude in a worried tone. Jude looked at him with a questionable expression.

"What did I do?" he asked with narrow eyes.

"You just earned us a ticket to hell!" Milo replied in a horrified tone. My smile just got bigger.

"Why?" Jude asked again, and it was my turn to answer.

"Because I'm evil, and so are my pranks," I replied in a sweet tone, but my words were far from being sweet.

"Shit!" Jude muttered, and my brothers nodded.

"Shit is right. You can't back down now. We'll be dead before the last day of the challenge," Theo said with a sigh, and I let out a tired yawn.

"Okay, guys, it was nice chatting at three a.m., but you know... I need to sleep. I have classes tomorrow, so bye, folks." I waved and headed to my bed.

I only struck Jude with my right arm... I'm left-handed, so imagine what would happen if I hit him with my stronger one!

~~~

"Good morning," I greeted, then kissed my brothers' cheeks when I walked to the kitchen.

"Morning, Lex," Milo replied, and Arlo hugged me. Then, he sat me on his lap. Arlo was half asleep, so he buried his face in my neck.

"Where is Theo?" I asked as I looked around the kitchen.

"Sleeping. Theo does not have classes today." Arlo whispered, and I nodded.

"Do you want eggs and milk or peanut butter?" Milo asked, and I thought.

"Both," I said, then rubbed my stomach.

Milo laughed. "Coming right up."

"Me too." Arlo raised his head from my neck and looked at Milo. "Both," he added.

"Okay, then I'll eat the same," Milo said as we chuckled. After some time, Milo turned back and looked at us with wide eyes. "Why are the eggs pink? And the milk?" he asked, then showed us the pink masterpiece in the frying pan. It looked cute, but it ruined the tasty food... Again, it rhymed.

I glanced at the cup of milk and whined. "Jude!"

Arlo jumped with me still in his arms but tightened his grip so I would not fall. "It was his doing. That's why he was here this morning — that idiot," he commented, and I just stared at the wasted food. To mess with me was okay, but to mess with food was a different horror story!

"Ugh, let's just eat peanut butter and head to school. We're running out of time," Milo said. And I nodded.

"I'll make the sandwiches; you go and wash your hands," I volunteered and released myself from Arlo's arms. He sat back on a chair, and Milo walked to the sink. I grabbed the jar and some bread, then started making them. After a couple of minutes, I handed my brothers a sandwich and took a bite. Not a second later, we spat it out when the flavors touched our tongues.

"What the hell? What is that? It's too salty," I exclaimed when I ran to the sink and washed my mouth.

"Yes, it's salty as hell." Arlo came to the sink and washed his mouth as well.

"That's vegemite, and Jude's doing as well." Milo drank a cup of water, then sighed. I arched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Vege-what now?" I asked.

"It's known here in Australia. They eat it like we eat peanut butter. We tried it on our first day here, and it was not pleasant — like you just tasted." Milo explained, and I was already thinking of a prank for Jude.

He messed with my food. No one messes with my food.