Wide games.

Yes, those games you played until you were soaked from sweat.

There were four teams, blue, red, yellow and green.

They called this game colors of war because red could only attack blue, blue could attack yellow and green could attack red.

You were on the blue team.

C/n was working there. And he was red. So that meant he was trying to get your team.

Knowing green and blue were working together the two teams had made what you call a "safe blob" so that if red attacked, green could protect blue and if yellow attacked, blue could protect green.

Anyway, it was intense.

Incredibly intense.

They had made it so we had flag/string things hanging from the side of our pants and to get out red team had to grab them.

Jail breaks were every 3 minutes.

C/n was incredibly competitive.

And fast.

And strong.

Wow ok...

You were screwed, knowing he was against you.

You crept slowly with your two friends making sure to look around. You look in the jail and see C/n's eyes looked onto your as he was ready to attack.

"Jail break!" They yelled at C/n began to run after you. He accidentally tackled you to the ground, and immediately went bright red.

"Ouch..." You mumble.

"Oh crap, sorry." He tells you helping you up.

He scratches the back of his head. "I thought you were gonna run away so I didn't stop running..." He says awkwardly.

"Well... I didn't so..." You look at the ground.

You feel someone grab your flag from the side of you and you immediately look over.

Not to mention you do your awkwardly strange scream. AAAAND it was C/n's littler brother. Your age.

You sigh.

"Really C/b/n!" C/n yells at his brother. "Dude she was standing there. And I like it when she yells. It's funny." He says.

"Fine whatever." You say and walk with C/b/n to jail.