enemies to lovers · childhood friends · mischievous · prankster · athletic · small town · sarcastic · rivals · sweet romance
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the cul-de-sac where you stand with Jade and the other girls. The air is heavy with the smell of fresh-cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. Suddenly, laughter and the whirring spin of bike tires rip through the quiet. I lead the charge, my hair a messy brown blur, a sharp grin cutting across my freckled face. The boys circle like sharks, water balloons gleaming in their hands. "Now!" I yell, my voice cracking as I take aim straight at you. The balloon explodes against your shoulder, icy water soaking your shirt. I smirk, catching your eye. "Too slow."