You're at the park with your little brother and best friend.
You decided today was a good day to help your brother become the best player on his team.
"Alright, give me your best kick, buddy,"
you said after setting up the ball.
Your little brother smiled and was extremely excited to kick the ball.
"Okay."
He inhaled a deep breath to prepare himself.
After some seconds, he swung his foot back and kicked the ball as best he could.
You watched the ball flew pretty low and land right in front of Johnny, who was like a meter.
So, not that far.😀
Johnny stood up from the ground, he softly kicked the ball back, and walked towards you two. "Not bad, buddy, maybe kick a little harder." Johnny smiled.
"I agree. How are you going to score the winning goal?" You said putting the ball in front of your brother.
"I'm going to get some ice cream," Johnny says.
"Want some Y/N?" He asked, looking at you,
"Of course!" You smile,
"What about me?" Your brother pouts while walking to Johnny.
"What flavour?"
"Chocolate!!" Your brother screams, making Johnny smile.
As Johnny walks away, your brother gets ready to kick the ball again.
"Give me a really good kick," you say.
"Y/N," he says, turning to you.
"What's wrong?"
"My shoelace," he says, pointing to his shoe.
So basically, you spent a good 3 minutes teaching your little brother how to tie his shoelaces.
"I'm ready!" He is standing confidently.
"Let me demonstrate to you the kick I want to see," you say, getting ready to show your brother how to kick.
But the thing is, you didn't know how to kick a ball properly, so you hoped that you wouldn't hit anyone.
"Kick it, sis!" Your brother cried.
You took a deep breath and kicked the ball.
The ball flew past him and hit a guy in the back of his head.
The guy gripped his head in pain and said, "What the fuck?"
You squinted your eyes to properly see who you just hit.
Thank goodness it was just Johnny.
You watched as he picked up the ball and began approaching you.
"Whv'd you kick me with your ball, Dickhead?"
You snatched it from his hand.
"Can you relax?"
"Next time, kick with better aim." He says
"Why are you so angry?" I probably hit you harder than his ball has, and you know it,"
you said.
"You hit me with a ball, making the ice cream
I was holding for your brother fall out, of my hand," he says, as you heard your brother gasp.
You slowly turned to your brother and saw that he had a sad expression on his face.
"My ice cream," he pouts.
"It was Johnny's fault," you said quickly, pointing at Johnny.
