"You can't come up here!" He screamed. "You're ten years old! This is for twelve year olds only!"
"But Toby's up there!" She'd whined.
"So?"
"He is ten."
"I'm coming down," he spoke strongly and loudly, climbing out of the treehouse. "I'm going to beat you up!"
She screamed loudly, getting their mother's attention. Her mum rushed over, and asked what was wrong.
"He said he's going to beat me up," she'd whined. She loved getting him into trouble.
Her mother looked at him with disapproval in her eyes.
"I didn't! She's lying, I'd never beat her up. Ever. You shouldn't hit girls," he pouted, his floppy hair in his eyes.
Her mother pushed his hair back, smiling a little. "Five minutes on the stairs for both of you."
"Fine," they both pouted, but went without a complaint.
"Hey," she spoke suddenly, moving down to his stair. "Do you wanna play dares?"
"Yeah!" He laughed, "I love dares. I'll go first, okay, um..." He giggled again, "I dare you to high five yourself."
"No," she frowned. "That's a stupid dare."
"Like you could do better!"
"I dare you," she paused, her thin fingers itching her cheek. "I dare you to kiss me."
"Okay," he puckered his lips and moved towards her. She let out another scream, running away from him.
Their mothers, who were listening in, smiled, rolled their eyes and said, "oh, my my my."
