"Alright! I'll shoot the apple off of your head. 'Kay?" Imogen grinned.1
"Sure. And then see if you can hit my hand!" Spike said, balancing the apple on his head.2
"Okay dokie..." Imogen aimed with the cross bow...3
There was a bang...4
There was a scream...5
The door flew open...6
"Whats going on?" Gerard asked, he glanced at the scene.7
The apple rolled along the floor.8
"DUDE! I totally missed! Grr." Imogen shouted, lowering the cross bow.9
"Wha-?" Spike felt for his head.10
"Oh, yeah. I was... I was... kind-a aiming for your head." Imogen giggled in an angelic way. "Hehe..."11
Gerard snatched the cross-bow from Imogen.12
"Heeeeeeey!"13
"No shooting each other. You know how mad Satan was, when he found out you guys were playing 'Dodge The Flying Bullet' with an actual gun." 14
"Well, what did you expect us to use?! A BB gun?!" Imogen asked.15
"No guns! Thats final!" Gerard boomed. 16
Imogen opened her mouth to talk.17
"And NO darts. I'm not dumb Imogen." Gerard glared at Imogen.18
"Could of fooled me." Imogen muttered.19
"What?" Gerard began to rise his voice again.20
"Okay, bye." Imogen dropped the arrow she had picked up, grabbed Spike's hand and rushed out of the room. 21
The two walked down the vast corridor.22
"He was cranky." Spike commented, he scratched the back of his head. 23
"Maybe it was because I smudged Olivia's lipstick over her bedroom door."24
Spike burst out laughing.25
"Its so I know to miss her door, when I go on a murder rampage! Like... that Jesus story thing." Imogen babbled.26
Spike put his arm around Imogen's shoulder, and pulled her closer. "I totally understand. Kind of." 27
"Yeah, but it was super funny. You should've seen her, she went mental!" Imogen laughed her head off. 28
"Imogen."29
"Yar."30
"Tell me how good looking I am!" Spike pulled a face.31
"You Idiot." Imogen elbowed him in the stomach.32
"OW!" Spike clutched his stomach.33
Imogen started to run down the hallway.34
"EVIL! BELLY'S GONNA GET YOU!" Spike raced after her.35
