He ran at me, kicking my feet out under me and tackling me to the ground. I laughed as I tried to push him off, even pulling his overgrown hair and scratching at his arms. He wouldn’t budge. “David!” I squealed, out of breath from trying to fight my way out.
He only smiled, replying, “You know I only annoy you because I loooove you.”
“I’m beginning to think you actually do,” I said, then stopped fighting. “TAP!”
“Nope! Nice try!” David pulled my face toward his so that our lips were only inches apart. His breath smelled like Welch’s Grape Soda.
“C’mon, David, the little kids are going to think we ditched them.
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