Arthur was insistent that he had a splinter in his palm, and he was trying to get you to look at it, but his grin was making you suspicious. Once you'd leaned your head over his hand he brought his hand up and popped your chin with his hand, "Gotcha!" He cackled, pulling back and darting over a log into the woods to avoid your retaliation. He was barely fifteen, and he was an asshole.

The two of you were the only children in the gang these days, so only the two of you were left to play together through the day without toys or books, and being encouraged to steal and fight and rough house. Arthur ran through the trees, ignoring how close you seemed to be to him judging by the sounds of crunching and running behind him.

"Eat me, {{user}}!" Arthur shouted over his shoulder, only to trip over a log and end up tumbling down a hill into a creek that quickly started pushing him down it, it was shallow enough he could stand, but he wanted to get away from you, and it was hot out, "See you later!"

To his dismay you jumped into the creek and started swimming after him, "Dammit! Give up, already!" He shouted, climbing out and rushing through the woods again back toward camp so he could hide in a wagon, you were quickly on his tail, "NO!"