Hey y'all. Still terribly sorry about the utter lack of updating on my Joker fanfic DX I couldn't help starting this, the idea was stuck in my head after watching Funny Games for the seventh time ._.

Isabelle and Iris are somewhat based of my friend and I, but not too much. And I'm trying to differ from the movie plot...tell me if I did a good job or not, please X3

Isabelle laughed and she lightly shoved her friend Iris off the dock they stood on and into the water. Iris's body made a big splash as she got submerged, but she quickly resurfaced and yelled at Isabelle.

"Bitch!" She shouted, laughing along with her friend. Isabelle stuck out her tongue and laughed again before Iris grabbed her ankle and pulled her into the water. Isabelle resurfaced and splashed water at Iris.

The two girls were staying at their friend's summer home for the last few weeks of their vacation. Their friend who was the original owner didn't come along for whatever reason, but didn't mind Iris and Isabelle going on their own. They were currently laughing and having fun in the water of the nearby bay.

Isabelle swam back to the dock and pulled herself up, shaking her head and sending droplets of water flying this way and that out of her long hair. Iris got back onto the dock as well and took off her soaked hoodie.

"Damnit, Izzy. This is my favorite hoodie too!" She complained, smacking her friend in the arm. Izzy smirked.

"Oh, quit your bitching, it'll dry if you leave it out in the sun for a few hours," She retorted.

"But now it smells like salt water!"

"So? Use some Febreeze!"

The two bickered on their way back to the house, though it was all in good fun. The two were hardly ever really mad at each other. But to an outsider, their arguments would definitely seem like a bff-breakup.

Not that the two considered each other 'bff's. The term was far to preppy for their tastes. They preferred the term 'very close enemies'.

"I'm gonna go change," Iris called as she walked up the stairs. "And I gotta pee, too."

"Didn't need to know that, thanks," Izzy called back, shaking her head and moving into the kitchen. She grabbed herself a can of Sprite and bag of chips and plopped herself onto the floor in front of the tv. The heat of the television was sure to dry her off. Not really.

She and Iris had been at the summer home for about a week, so they both knew the layout and mechanics of the house. And though they were trying not to make a mess of it, the entire first floor was a pigsty, so in order to sit on the floor, Izzy needed to move aside a few wrappers, bags and other such trash.

Clicking on the Tele, Isabelle flipped through the channels until she managed to find some old horror movie playing on the SciFi channel. It was something about killer ants, which she found hilarious.

Iris hopped back down the stairs and plopped onto the couch, "Ahh, I feel much better now!" She sighed, stealing a few chips from Izzy. "What'cha watchin'?"

"Hell if I know, some movie about killer ants, it was the best thing on," She stated, taking a gulp of her Sprite.

The two lounged around, watching TV even though it was a bright sunny day, and most 20-year-olds on vacation would be hanging out outside. Perhaps fishing, or swimming, or hell, playing soccer or something.

Izzy stretched and went to the window, staring out at the kids playing outside of the neighboring house. Even though that neighboring house was quite a ways away, and she couldn't really see the children too well.

Wait…

Izzy squinted and tried to get a better look. What she thought were kids playing tag was really two men chasing a woman. They easily caught her, and pulled her back, leading her back into the house. Izzy quirked an eyebrow. That was certainly rather unusual.

But hell, what the neighbors of the house that didn't belong to her did was none of her business.

"'Sup?" Iris asked, popping up beside Izzy, making her jump.

"Damnit, 'Iris!" She said, calming down. At her friends grin, she rolled her eyes. "Nothin', just some guys playing tag with that neighbor lady."

"Tag? Full grown men?" Iris asked.

"Hell, I don't know. Maybe it's some weird kind of foreplay."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you crazy voyeur bitch?" Iris grinned widely at Izzy, who frowned and smacked the back of Iris's head. Iris laughed and looked back out the window as Izzy turned and moved back to the couch, where her cell phone began chiming a song from one of her favorite movies.

"Hey…one of those guys is coming over here…" Iris began, still looking out the window. Izzy looked over her shoulder at her friend, clicking her phone shut and ignoring the missed call. The battery was about to die, anyway.

"Huh? Are you sure?"

"Yeah…he's coming in the gate now," Iris looked at Izzy, her expression unusually serious.

"…What? Is he covered in blood or something?"

"He's really cute."

Izzy smacked her palm to her forehead. Why did she expect anything less from 'Iris? She moved to the nearest electrical socket and plugged in her phone charger, setting her phone on the floor

"Uhm, excuse me? Is anyone home?" Came a slightly shy voice from the screen door.

"Coming!" Iris called, practically skipping to meet the 'cute' boy.

"Hello, I'm staying with your neighbors, the Fitzpatricks?" He said. Iris eagerly opened the door.

"Ah yes, of course! Please, come in!" She grinned.

"Oh c'mon, Iris, don't pretend like you know our neighbors," Isabelle said from the living room doorway. "We don't even live here."

"Shut up, Isabelle!" Iris retorted, blushing.

"Oh…I'm sorry, maybe I have the wrong house?" The boy began, looking rather nervous.

"Oh no, you have the right house!" Iris insisted.

"Yeah, you do. But we're not the original owners, we're just friends of theirs. We're staying here for a few weeks…"

"On our own," Iris added, smiling and winking a bit. Izzy shook her head and sighed.

"Well, yes, on our own," She muttered. "Anyway, can we help you, Mr…?"

"Oh, Peter is fine," The boy said, smiling. "Uhm, Faye…I mean, Mrs. Fitzpatrick is getting ready to make dinner for some guests, and she doesn't have any eggs. She was wondering if you could help her out? She only needs three."

"Of course!" Iris chirped.

"Dinner? This early? It's only 5:30," Izzy said, quirking an eyebrow. Peter seemed a bit distressed for a moment, but he regained himself so quickly Isabelle thought she imagined it.

"Well, yes, she said it'll take a while to cook…so she's starting early," He said, laughing a bit sheepishly. "I'm not exactly sure what she's cooking, though…"

"Ah," Izzy muttered.

"Anywho! We'll be glad to help you out!" Iris said joyfully and hopped into the kitchen. Isabelle shook her head and stretched.

"Uhm…Miss?" Peter began, gaining Izzy's attention. "You'll catch a cold…in those wet clothes, that is." Isabelle felt her face heat up as she realized she was still wearing the drenched clothing she had when she fell (or, more accurately, was pulled) into the bay.

"O-oh, uhm, right, eheh, sorry," She stammered, hurrying up the stairs. "I-I'll change now, sorry,"

Izzy mentally screamed at herself. That was so embarrassing! And she was wearing a white shirt too…!!

Her face was beet red as she quickly changed out of her wet clothing and into something dry. She heard someone mutter a few profanities from downstairs, and figured she should hurry back to the two before Iris tried to seduce their guest.

As Izzy came back down the stairs, she saw Peter standing over Iris as she cleaned up a mess of broken eggs.

"I'm so sorry…really, I am…" Peter murmured.

"Oh, don't worry about it! We've got three more, I think," Iris replied, tossing the dirtied paper towels and such into the trashcan. "Just try to be more careful with these ones, 'kay?"

Peter nodded, "Yes of course. I'm sorry," He apologized again.

"It's alright, no need to get so sad about it," Izzy said, "We don't really eat eggs anyway. But our friend insisted we bring some with us, just in case."

"Ah, I see…" Peter said. Iris returned and handed him the eggs in a small bowl.

"Here, as long as you don't drop the bowl, the eggs will be fine this way," She grinned at him.

"Thank you, so much. Really, I'm sure Mrs. Fitzpatrick will really appreciate it," Peter replied, smiling back. "I'll come back to return the bowl later."

"Alright!" Iris called as Peter walked out the door. "God, that boy is so cute."

"Yeah, yeah, keep it in your pants," Izzy stated, sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. "So, now what?"

"Now….we wait for him to come back," Iris replied, grinning.

"That may be a while, you know—" Isabelle stopped her sentence as the sound of something shattering came from outside. "…Or not."