" Who are you? This is my treehouse. I've been coming here since I was a kid! " I shout, putting my hands on my hips. " No, this is my tree house. I've been coming here since I was a kid. Besides, I don't see your name on it, " he says calmly I quickly grab a pen from my journal in my hands and carve my name by one of the windows. I turn around with a devious smirk on my face and my arms across my shoulders. He then got a pen from his shirt pocket and did the same to the other corner. " Then it's only fair if we share it. " he challenged.All Rights Reserved