Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 20: Sugar Apples and Birds

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(Recap)

"Well at least I made some sort of impression," I grunt as I touch my sandcastle and frown when I realize it isn't there. I look at the pile of sand that Mitch create and sulk at the mass.

            "Mitch why did you do that," I sigh sadly.

            "It looked pitiful," Mitch smirks as he shrugs.

            "And you can do better," I ask disbelievingly.

            "Heck yea," Mitch laughs as he starts gathering sand and building.

            "Your on," I grin mischievously as I gather my own sand, "Person with the best castle gets to ask the other a favor." Mitch snorts as if he's already won and continues building. I grin sadistically as I reach over to his emerging tower and smash my fist down on it.

            "Payback is a butthole," I titter at Mitch's shocked expression.

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            "I'm done," I say proudly once my castle is finished. Mitch glances at my castle and I shift my body to block it.

            "Hey no copying," I wag my finger mockingly.

            "As if," Mitch laughs, "Mine is ten times better than yours."

            "Whatever rocks your cradle," I chuckle as I shake my head.

            "Hey that's my saying," Mitch pretends to be mad, "You can't use it."

            "Just did," I giggle as I stick out my tongue.

            "Take it back," Mitch cocks an eyebrow playfully.

            "Never," I laugh as I scamper away dragging my leg along with me. Mitch stands up quickly and walks over to me hands prepared to inflict the worst torture, tickling.

            "Are you sure you won't take it back," Mitch grins as he squints his eyes. He doesn't give me a chance to answer, however, as he reaches for my side and starts tickling. I squeal and smack his hand away only to have the other hand attack me on my other side.

            "I refuse to take it back," I declare defiantly as I squirm away rolling with laughter. Mitch smiles maliciously and starts tickling my belly. In an attempt to save myself from laughing to death I reach up and tickle Mitch's neck. Surprisingly he bursts into laughter and jumps away.

            "You are ticklish too," I shriek as I point at him accusingly.

            "No I'm not," Mitch snorts as he subtly backs away from me. To prevent him from further escape I pounce onto his chest and bring him down in the sand. I stick my nimble fingers under his neck and tickle away.

            "Kate I swear," Mitch cackles as he squirms uncomfortably, "If you don't stop."

            "What are you going to do," I ask as I tase him in the side, "Tickle me? I'll just tickle you back." Mitch realizing that any threats are futile grabs me by my sides and starts tickling me. Soon a tickling war ensues as we roll in the sand shrieking with laughter.