ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ | ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ

*•chapter two•*

"Is that what she wants?" Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed (y/n) walking over to us.

"How would I know what she wants?"

"You ask her, dumbass. Grow some balls." (y/n) said, now joining the conversation.

Jacob laughed at his sister's solution and shook his head, "Ask her? That's funny."

"Well then don't come crying to me when you two break up, officially, and be all like, '(y/n)! Emma won't talk to me, but I don't wanna talk to her either! Boo hoo!'" (y/n) mocked Jacob's behavior which only made him roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here, you little shit."

Kaitlyn then walked up to the three of us and started filling the gun with more shells.

"Okay, please, gimme the gun." Jacob said and reached for the gun in Kaitlyn's arms.

"Ah-ah! You'll have it when I say you'll have it." She continued, "Alright, huddle up people, this how we're gonna do this."

She pointed at the row of bottles and watermelon on the logs.

"You're shooting the one on the left. Nick first, then Jacob's turn. Keep your fingers OFF the trigger until you're ready to shoot. You got it?" She explained.

Jacob and I nodded our heads in reply. Kaitlyn gave me the gun before continuing her mini lesson.

"Two things: Remember the spread, remember the recoil. This is a shotgun, we're not sharpshooting here. The flashlight shows you where you're aiming. Obvs."

I held the gun in my hands and aimed the flashlight at a bottle. And shot.

clink!

"Alright Nick! One point!" She congratulated.

"We're too far to do any real damage. Let's get a little closer and watch these babies go boom!" (y/n) said and walked a little closer to the targets. The rest of us followed.

"How do you and Kaitlyn know so much?" I asked.

Kaitlyn and (y/n) only looked at each other with a smirk before facing forward again.

Kaitlyn ran over to fix the bottle and went back to standing next to (y/n).

"Alright Nick. This time for real." She said.

I aimed once again at the same bottle and shot. The bottle exploded upon impact.

"Nice shot!"

Now aiming at two bottles, I shot. They both exploded.

"Lucky.."
"Awesome!"

I shot at the last bottle on my side and watched it all turn to pieces.

"Wow! Point to you, Nick! Good job!" Kaitlyn took the gun from me and gave it to Jacob. "Okay, Jacob. Your turn."

"You might wanna uh- avert your eyes, Nick. Don't wanna give you anymore performance anxiety." Jacob taunted and aimed the shotgun.

Performance anxiety? The hell does that mean?

"Just shut up and shoot, Jacob." (y/n) said, groaning at Jacob's annoying banter.

Jacob then fired his shot, completely missing the bottles and watermelon.

"I thought you were an ultra elite pro marksman?" I asked Jacob, now teasing him.

"Well yeah with a rifle! It's only because this is a fucking cannon blaster!" Jacob yelled and started swinging the gun around.

"Woah! Woah! The hell are you doing? That is how you get someone shot! God..." Kaitlyn was now scolding Jacob.

Kaitlyn took the gun from him and (y/n) smacked the back of his head. Muttering a small, 'fucking idiot' afterwards.

"Nah, it's okay, he probably would've missed me anyway." I sneered.

"Hey!" Jacob protested.

"Okay. Disqualified for being a dumbass." Kaitlyn scoffed at Jacob's immaturity yet again.

"What? No!" Jacob whined.

I hesitated for a moment before smiling, "Ooh, what's that, Jakey? Huh? Huh?" I asked.

"Pop! Pop! Peanut Butter Butterpops!" I did a little victory dance around Jacob before flexing a bit.

"Okay. I get it. I get it." Jacob said, clearly having enough of it.

Kaitlyn then aimed and shot almost every bottle before stopping.

"Blam! You thought this was over?" She asked us two.

"What the.."
"Woah.."

Kaitlyn then tossed the gun to (y/n) who shot down the remaining bottles. (y/n) smugly smiled at the three of us.

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 ]

"Pop, pop, peanut butter butterpops."

Jacob and I only stared at the two shorter girls, not believing the fact they knew how to shoot.

"Now, let's get back to the others, shall we? I'm sure they're dying for us to get back." (y/n) told us and put the gun strap around her shoulders.

"Yeah, let's get going." Kaitlyn grabbed the bag of peanut butterpops and walked next to (y/n).

Jacob and I followed with somber expressions on our faces and I internally groaned at the loss of my favorite childhood snack.

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