"Say... it has been 6 years since we first met," he says, looking down at his hands. I smile at the memory. "It's still funny when I think the way you wanted to have that prize, going all berserk over it." He smirks, looking at me.
"I wasn't the only one going berserk," I say, arching up an eyebrow at him. He stands up from the bench and stands in front of me, his hands on his sides.
"It was also fun doing-" he extends his hand and holds my braid and yanks it towards him "-this." I glare at him with mock anger and his grin spreads across his face. He turns and runs away from me while I stand up to chase after him to take my revenge for yanking me by my hair.
"Stop you brat!"
"Catch me if you can, fatso!"
I was trying to match his pace but he was faster. He turned his head to me while running and gave me a mischievous grin without looking ahead of him, he hit a thin chest and falls on the ground. I halted on my tracks as I stare at the three figures in front of us.
