Water Guns

I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom, on the computer, when I felt a warm finger tap my shoulder. The finger turned into a hand, and spun me around in my swivel chair to face them.

“Hi there,” I said to the tiny, blonde, hooded creature, in front of me. They're reply held a heavy Irish accent that they had tried to hide, but failed miserably.

“Hello, I am Mr. Horan, you know, the one from down the street?” By now I already knew who was standing in front of me, it was Niall Horan, my best friend for literally as long as I can remember.

I watched in silence as Niall pulled a small water gun out of his jacket and told me to go outside, while (of course) threatening me with the water gun. When we walked past the door, I stealthily slipped a large water gun inside my pocket. I have no clue how he didn't see.

When we finally got outside, I pulled the water gun out of my pocket and pointed it at him.

“Back away Horan,” I commanded him, but he didn't move. “I told you to BACK AWAY!” That got his attention. He backed down the yard a few feet before shooting me. With the water gun of course.

The cold water took me by surprise, so I shot him back. Niall screamed like a little girl. His scream wasn't very loud, so it sounded more like a loud laugh.

We kept shooting each other, but Niall soon ran out of water. So, of course, I tackled him and drenched him in water (that was now fairly warm from the sun).

“I SURRENDER! I SURRENDER!” Niall screamed with his hands up. I got up off him slowly, to make sure that he wouldn’t run off.

Niall rolled around on the ground for a few seconds before I helped him up. When he was on his feet, he shook his head. Hard. His once-dry-hair was drenched, so water was sent flying all over the yard. And all over me.

“Gee, thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Any time, any time,” He responded with an evil grin plastered on his face. 'That's Niall for ya,"