The Oh So Mind Boggling Tales of Ms. Sarcasm and Sherlock

Chapter Two

After around five minutes of rigorous running through the heavily pounding droplets of much loved water, I found myself face planting against the cold, hard, and, don't forget, wet tar. This is purely based on my utter clumsiness. I had slipped on the slick road, much to my despair. Of course, me being me, I decided that it was quite nice down here, staring up at the cloudy sky as I thought.  

Whoever said that thinking was good was sure as hell wrong. Thoughts only depress you. Acceptance makes everything worse. Why do we even have to be born if we're just going to end up dying? There's probably more sadness created by death than happiness created by life, so why even bother conceiving? It's just so not fair. 

Before my mind could continue its depressing monologue, a familiar head of shaggy brown hair appeared into my line of vision, lending a hand towards my pathetically sprawled out form. I accepted, thinking he'd kindly pull me up, but no. He just had to show off his strength. He was just like my brother, jerking me up, so hard that my arm ached, then letting go the second I was on my feet, only for me to stumble around to try and gain my balance. 

At this point, I had no clue whether to be pissed at him for disturbing my dance time, invading my personal space, hurting my arm, rudely jerking me up, invading my thought, and so on, or be grateful that he helped me up. A sane person would go with being pissed, as the reasons for that obviously outweigh the good he's done for me today, but I choose neither. It's time to use my best talent, irritating the heck out of others.  

With a smirk on my face, I easily lie. "Wow, you're really weak, or is it just me? But I swear, if that's the best you could do, I don't think you've ever heard of a gym. Look it up kid." The words came out, full of confidence and slyness, not to mention a bit of pride. Ha! Beat that sucker! I thought evilly, rubbing my hands together in a scheming way. Gosh, I think I'm starting to sound a bit like Dr. Doofenshmirtz. Now that would be bad! 

"We'll see about that, kid." He said jokingly, but I swear, there was a bit of frustration when he said the word kid, as if he couldn't accept his immaturity. I couldn't see how hard it could be to accept something so evident. Hmmm...  

I was snapped out of my thoughts as he grabbed my ankle and my arm too, so that I wouldn't smash my head on the road, and lifted me up above his head. Dropping my arm so that I was suspended solely by my small ankle, he stuck out his tongue. How did he not think he was a kid? I bent upwards to pinch his cheeks, but as my hand pulled away, I felt something warm and wet slip over my thumb.  

"You did not just lick me!" I said in a dead serious tone, but hinting that payback wouldn't be in the most civil manner. I'm a schemer to heart, and if he thought he could get away with this, he was sure as hell wrong! "Put me down this instant!" I shrieked at him. 

"Whatever you say, Dear!" A smug look adorned his face as I realized exactly what he meant, but not in time to save my butt. I landed on the ground with a hard thump. I lugged myself off the ground, letting an "ow" escape the pout on my lips. 

Once I was stable again, Mr. Whatever My Name is/I Think I'm So Cool decided it would be fun to torture me. His warm arms wrapped around my waist as his fingers danced across the bottom of my ribs. That was the only way I ever got tickled, and so few people could actually find it. So not fair! Hmpf! I decided, once again, to pull my ever-so famous stunt, and make a dash for it. 

My feet were pounding against the road, but before I knew it, there was another set in quick pursuit. Damn him. I thought frustrated, but at the same time smiling to myself. Why am I smiling? This guy seriously messes with my head. He's way too much like my brother.  

I was quickly brought out of my humorous thoughts as I found out that, much to our misfortune, I was not the only clumsy person on this planet. Curse Gaea! He had nearly caught up to me when he stumbled, just as I was about to make a turn, projecting us three meters forward. We missed the turn in the road, and found ourselves conveniently bathed in a huge mud pit.  

I let out a loud grumble of "Great!" as he let loose a long chuckle. And with that, I jumped on his back, forcing his face to sink into the mud. Suck on that!

Alice: 2 Mystery Boy: 3

This is going to have to change.

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