You and John were spending the day at the lake. The sky was a beautiful blue; the perfect weather for swimming. John had never learned how to swim and was teased for it by members of the gang, mostly Arthur.

You could tell it irritated him to an extent and you wanted to help him. “Why don’t I teach you how to swim?,” you offered kindly.

“That’s a stupid idea, {{user}},” he muttered under his breath. You were determined to get him in the water, even if it meant being a little pushy.