Luke's Deaths

If you don't swim, you'll drown

Although Luke and I hung out everyday, we always did what he wanted to do. It's always "Fifa this," and "Penguins" that. He's made it his life goal to steal a penguin from Antarctica. Honestly, he sounds like a fake fan of himself, and I think we all know he would start feeling extremely guilty and give it back. 

"Can we do something besides play Fifa?" I asked him.

"No."

"C'mon, maybe we can do something outside." 

"HHAHAHAH, good one y/n"

So far this isn't working. 

"Maybe we can go...... swimming? Like at a beach? Maybe if you went outside for once, you'd know that it's 100 degrees outside," i told him, standing in front of the TV.

"Can I at least play one game?"

"Wait is that a yes?"

"I guess so,"

Well i guess it did work. I went into my room to get a bathing suit, and everything that i would need for the water. When I came back into the living room, somehow Luke was already dressed. We got into the car and started driving to the beach.

$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Once we arrived, I knew that Luke would make some sort of excuse to sit in the sand and do nothing, so i decided to pull him into the water as quickly as i could. 

"Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" 

"Getting your lazy ass up," 

I brought him over to the water and gestured for him to go in.

"Ladies first," I told him smirking. 

"Oh thank you," he said flipping his imaginary hair.

He tested the water to see if it was cold, and shy'd away from it.

"You're so lame," i said as i pushed him into the freezing water.

We swam out a ways until i couldn't see the bottom of the ocean.

After a while, we heard the lifeguard urgently blowing his whistle.

"Is everything ok?" I asked the half naked boy in front of me.

"I don't know. Maybe we should get back to shor-"

A shark came and ate him with one swift gobble. He died.

the end.