𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘

“Checkmate!” You gasp, blinking in shock as your best friend Michael, gleefully giggles, pumping his fists in the air in victory.

“I won. Again!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his childlike excitement whilst folding your arms across your chest. You were both rather competitive, one of the many things you had in common.

“You cheated, Michael,” you insist. “I would have won if you hadn’t blocked me like that.”

He smirks.

“Sore loser,”

“Sore winner.”