Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Sam (Fluff)

Requested by LyIsChilling

    I peeked around the corner of my house, seeing nothing but the water splattered fence, before ducking back behind the wall.

    Sam had came over to my house to hang out, and it was hot today. Thirty four degrees,  so we'd decided to have a water gun fight in the backyard. I'd changed into a light shirt and shorts.

    "Y/N?" Sam called out. "Where are you?"

     My fingers tightened on the gun in my hand, and I ran to the right, wielding it, ready to fire.

      "Got you!"

       At the last second, Sam jumped out of his hiding place behind the side of the house, and unleashed a wave of freezing cold water at me.

       Did he just fill that up?

       He laughed as I spluttered, before shooting him with my own water gun, getting his damp shirt and pants wet. "Come on, Sam!" I exclaimed, and he dashed around to the back.

      We were both barefoot, and running on the grass. But since the grass was wet, we both couldn't get very far before slipping and stumbling.

       Sam turned, his long brown hair clinging to his cheeks, and he shot again, square in my chest.

       I screamed, before getting him back down the neck, and he  winced, hissing. "That's not fair, Y/N. Down the neck?!"
  
      "That's what you get for shooting me with freezing cold water," I retorted, "Yours is like the North Pole and mine's like Egypt."

       He laughed, turning back and trying to shoot water, but nothing came out. "Uh oh."

       His face was so funny, I immediately went forward, shooting my water at him, and he blocked his face, laughing.

       "Maybe you should've filled up earlier, then you wouldn't be freezing." He taunted.

       "Whatever you say, Sam." I chuckled.

       He pulled me in for a hug, before breaking away, and picking up his gun. He wore his striped pants and the white button up shirt, both of which were soaked now.

      "How about we go inside, it's getting late?" He suggested. "And then we can paint."

      "Sure," I agreed, but then I had an idea. "Let me empty out the guns."

       He nodded, handing over his water gun to me, so I had two. I dumped out what was left of his, which wasn't a lot.

       He turned and trodded back to the house, trying his hardest to not slip on the grass. I clenched my jaw to keep from laughing.

       Then I held up my gun, which still had some water in it, and shot the rest at his back, making him hiss and turn back, yelling, "Y/N!"

       I laughed, and he darted forward, knocking it away. "That's really not fair." He chuckled, wiping his face.

       "Now we're even," I decided, glad that both sides were at least tied with the surprise attacks.

       "Okay, you got me. Now let's go inside, I think I'm gonna freeze." He laughed, making his way towards the house.

        I bolted past, a wide grin across my face. "Last one there doesn't get ice cream!"

        "Hey!"

         I couldn't stop my laughter as the thundering of footsteps sounded behind me.