Sanity || j.d

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“Hey, don’t you dare! No.” I squealed as he threw me in the pool. I resurfaced, scowling at him while he laughed at me from the edge of the pool. I paddled to the edge and held up my hand for him to help me out. 

Now I was no idiot, I couldn’t have tried to pull him in even if I tried, so I was just going to have to hope that he trips and falls in instead. “There, all better?” He asked me innocently as he hauled me to my feet on the edge of the pool.

“I-” He pushed me back in. This time, when I resurfaced, I splashed him and he acted like he was angry at me for getting him wet. “Payback.” I called.

He nodded. “It’s a bitch I know.” This time he offered his hand out to me and I cautiously took it.

Pulling me back up this time, instead of pushing me in again, he grabbed me in a hug, crushing my bones. “Josh.” I wheezed.

“Come on then, let’s get you dried off.” He let go and I followed him into the house, getting me a towel.

Acts like this were a regular occurrence between the two of us. He’d win some, and I’d win some, but no one kept track of the score. That’s because we didn’t care, because we cared about each other.