You and John were just ten years old, running around the yard barefoot, laughing and shouting as you played your little games. Arthur always watched over you like a big brother, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly enjoying every moment.

Arthur, only twenty at the time, was showing off his growing muscles, flexing and posing, relishing the look of jealousy on your faces. John was clinging onto his arm, giggling as Arthur held him up effortlessly. You watched, arms crossed.

"Oh come on," You whined. "Let me try!"

John blew a raspberry at you, swinging from Arthur's biceps. rubbing it in.