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𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 — 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢 𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬
“𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰,
𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰-𝐢𝐭-𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞”

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you all exited the house by the backdoor, and into the backyard. you looked around for the hose and, spotting it, you let go of michael's arm and pick it up, turning the knob.

the water started shooting out, and you aimed it for michael, which immediately hit him and got him wet.

"STOPP!" he yelled out, running and trying to dodge the water but you persisted and managed to get him a couple more times.

"PFFT— you look like a wet dog." mark snorted at michael's desperate attempts at not getting wet, which you noticed and aimed it towards mark instead.

"GAH-" he fell over in surprise, probably also slipping on the water that pooled beneath him in the grass, and groaned as he hit the ground with a thud.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" he yelled and you turned off the hose. "because... i'm the winner. and i get to make fun of him, not you." you placed the hose back and michael was sprinting towards you.

he pulled you in a bear hug, the both of you tumbling down into the grass. "NOOO GET OFF!!" you tried to push him off of you, as he was getting your clothes wet, which was his intention. "payback!" he laughed as you both rolled around, you struggling to get him off you.

"get offf!" you whined pushing on his shoulders and arms to get him off, but he held on.

"nope!" he laughed.

you were in a strange position. to say the least.

you beneath him, his arms wrapped around your torso, legs interlinked. yeah it was strange. simon and mark watched.

he leaned in. "what? too flustered to say anything?" he had a shit-eating smirk. you put a hand on his cheek and pushed his face away from yours. "get off you asshole!" you laughed a bit too.

"no." he laid his head on your shoulder, getting comfortable.

"MICHAEL YOUR DAD'S HERE!" you yelled and he got up immediately, arms plastered to his sides.

"i can't believe that worked." you laughed and got up, taking this as your chance to escape. michael's eyes widened as he noticed his father was nowhere to be seen, and your figure was running for the backdoor.

"you—" he kept himself from saying anything insulting and started sprinting towards you.

"LET ME IN!" you yelled for the two boys to get out of the way, but they didn't. "nope. this is MY payback." mark smirked and simon chuckled.

"WHY SIMON?!" you panicked, turning around as michael caught up to you.

you let out a sound that sounded somewhat like a squeak, as michael tackled you to the ground. he began tickling your sides, causing giggles to leave your lips.

"NOOO STOP!" you tried pushing him off of you laughing and squirming at his touch.

you were desperately trying to get him off you. you didn't want to admit it back then but.. you were enjoying it.