"Y/N?" He called.
You ran out with two super soakers and began spraying him. He screamed and ran. As you ran, you dropped one of the guns. Michael quickly ran back and grabbed it.
"I'm gonna get you now!" He yelled and ran after you.
"I'd like to see you try!"
"I'm gonna soak you!"
You screamed and tried to outrun him. At the same time, you would turn around and try to squirt him. Of course, he had longer legs, so he was much faster.
"Wha-oh gee!" You screamed as your gun fell.
Since Michael was so close, you just ran.
"Crucial mistake, Y/N!" He laughed and grabbed the second gun.
"Don't you think I know that?" You panicked.
He finally cornered you. You screamed as he squirted you mercilessly. He laughed at your shrinking, suffering figure.
"Okay, okay! Please stop! Please!" You laughed.
After squirting a few more times, he stopped. You sat down, breathing heavily. He snickered and dropped the super soakers.
"Are you satisfied now?" You breathed.
"No, I still want my book back. I would've squirted you more, but you control my soft spot."
You smiled and pulled him to the middle of the backyard. Laying down, you motioned for him to lay with you. He smiled and laid on the grass. You looked over at him.
"How is it that you are dry and I'm soaked for the night?" You asked.
"You have horrible aim."
"Excuse me?"
"You missed me almost every time."
You huffed and looked at the sky. Michael laughed.
"At least, I got you to stop reading that smelly book."
"My book is not smelly."
"Yeah it is. That thing came straight out of the attic."
"It's a classic, okay?"
"A classic stink bomb."
He pinched you and you giggled.
"I love your hair like that."
Michael's eyes widened.
"I still have these two ponytails in?"
"Yep!"
He quickly yanked the hair ties from his head and threw them across the yard.
"I love you, Michael."
He laid back down and looked at you.
"I love you more, Y/N."
"I love you most."
"I love you most of all."
You grabbed his hand and admired the stars. A shooting star surfed the sky. You gasped.
"Did you see that?"
"Yes, wasn't it magical?"
"Every night with you is magical."
Michael pulled you closer to him and you laid on his chest. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your head.
"If I don't get you into some dry clothes, you'll get sick," he said.
"But I like laying out here."
"I know, but your health is important."
"You're bossy, but okay we can go inside."
He stood up and helped you up.
"And I'm not bossy, I'm caring."
"Yeah....bossy."
You laughed as he chased you into the house.
"I still want my book!" He screamed.
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