It's a mild afternoon. Our friend group heads off-campus after school.
The guys of the group start poking a particular friend, B, knowing how territorial A is about him.
She starts fuming.
The girls join, suspecting the attempt the guys are trying to make on A.
B, however, being completely unknowing of this plan, continues to treat it as a teasing solely directed towards him, but A has seen enough.
She stomps up to him, breaking apart all the fingers attacking his torso.
"Stop it!!" She whines, hitting him twice, and then begins to shakes her finger at B endlessly.
"What-Ow! What did I do now???"
"You're just gonna let them poke you around??? In front of me???"
"What, did you want to poke me too?" He sarcastically asks.
She's red by now, admittedly a little embarrassed by his comment. Her finger retracts from his chest.
B takes the retreating finger and pulls A into a hug, "No one can steal me from you, A... Poking or otherwise."
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Prompted
FanfictionThe life of many people are cruel or grateful. What people don't know, rather consider, are that we shouldn't find and explain the bad things. We should find and explain The good things. The positive things. And that's where my story comes in place...
