Ch. 17 The Art of Stupidity

                                    

                                          
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"I'm home," I call out as I drop my bag off to one side after returning home from shopping with Samantha and Lizzy. Least to say, we got many things done. We went to Prada, Gucci, Rue21, Forever21, H&M, Gilly Hicks, name it, and we went there. After heading home to drop off about 20 bags of clothes, I headed over to Jake's in some sweatpants and a t-shirt with some vans on. I did not want to do anything but lazily crawl up the stairs and fall asleep in one of Jake's various of rooms.
                          
"Jaz, we're over here," Jake shouts at me as I hear some gun shots. Wait, gun shots?
                          
"He actually hit the target!" I hear Oliver say as I run out to the back to see various of guns have been put out on display on Jake's porch table. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
                          
"Seems like the princess is back," Erick says as he reloads his gun, before unloading and and then reloading it.
                          
"What is going on?! Jake you idiot!" I yell at him. "How can you trust these buffoons with actual guns?!"
                          
"Jaz, that hurts," Oliver complains as he puts his hand over his chest, and acts like he was completely offended.
                          
"Chill Jaz, we went to the shooting range today, and then Jake had some guns at his house so we decided to shoot bottles," Lucas tells me as he was lying flat on the ground with a sniper in his hand.
                          
"So you just happen to have a sniper in your basement," I ask Jake who scratches the back of his head.
                          
"Attic," he corrects, "and I have a licence to buy and use guns."
                          
"Jake no matter what, I will always support you," Oliver says with a thumbs up.
                          
"Thanks man," Jake replies as the two of them bro hug, and at this point I'm done with Jake's personality, and mind set.
                          
"Alright, so why are they shooting guns?" I ask Erick who seems the only sane one here. Correction, as much as Erick gets on my nerves, he's always the sane one here. That's something that Jake, and Oliver need to learn. Lucas on the other hand, seems like someone to not mess with once he get's going.
                          
"To practice reloading, and have a better aim at the recoil," Jake tells us. "The first round we had aim assist, but Luke sent us a message saying that we better get used to not having it."
                          
"That actually explains why not all of us missed," I say as a Lucas hit another can off of the line that was set up across the side of the backyard.  Let me tell you, Jake's backyard was pretty huge, so this was pretty impressive.
                          
"Wanna give it a go?" Oliver asks as he hands me a gun, an Mp7 to be specific. I would recognize this gun instantly anywhere, I used it often before I switched to Skorpion.
                          
"Hell yea, hand it over Oliver," I say to him as he hands me the gun and Erick stands up.
                          
"Alright boys, we need our bullet vests on, and we need to find shelter in case of the inevitable," he says to Lucas who nods in agreement.
                          
"Yes, we don't know what she's capable of," Lucas agrees as I stare at the two of them, "for all we know she could go crazy with power and start the next holocaust."
                          
"She could kill all of us!" Oliver wails as I point the gun to them.
                          
"May I need to remind you that I currently have a gun in my hand, do you think it's wise to upset your Queen?"  I ask them as they whistle happily acting like the whole scenario never even happened.