It was a normal day at the lake house. You and your brothers, Luke, Jack, and Quinn, and your parents, Jim and Ellen, were currently all on the boat. Luke was wakeboarding while you were distracted in a conversation with Quinn about who could beat who in a shootout.

You, during this conversation, had set down your popsicle. It was a red one. Jack, being the oh so ever best brother, decided that since you were eating it, he would. After a few long minutes, you turned around to see your popsicle missing.

Now, Jack was wakeboarding while Luke sat in Jack's spot.

"Hey, Luke, did you eat my popsicle?" You asked, looking at Luke.

Luke shook his head. "No. Jack did. I just got done wakeboarding. He's probably got a purple tongue or something since he was eating a blue one." Luke said, shrugging as he leaned back, drying his hair with a towel.

Jack snorted, still wakeboarding. "It was just a popsicle, jeez." He said, amused.

Your head snapped towards Jack as your eyes widened. "You ate my popsicle!?" You exclaimed.

"Hey now. You put it down!" Jack shouted back in defense.

Before he knew it, you had tackled him off the wakeboard and into the lake, both of you crashing down into the water.