You and Scaramouche had been friends for a few years now. What you had failed to tell him during that time? That you couldn't swim.

He grinned, looking down at the ocean water from the small ledge. You were both assholes to each other, but it was your special way of saying you both cared. He pushed you off the small ledge. Having you fall about 2 feet.

"Hah! Can't wait to see your annoyed face when you crawl out all wet." He'd have never done that if he knew..