A Girl’s Diary novel Chapter 20

I was leaning backwards, closing my eyes and enjoying the sound of Ron's humming along with the sweet tunes of his guitar. It was complete bliss... Well, until he stopped. 

"Are you going to sleep?" He asked, I sat upright and was about to say no. But he spoke faster than lightening not giving me space to put one word. "This is a very serious crime that deserves punishment." He moved his guitar to the side and stood up abruptly. His eyes looking down at me with a mischievous glint. I was too focused on how his eyes reflected the light when he decided it was a good idea to push me into the lake. 

Beside being always late there was another thing I always did. Watching horror movies. And right now, I was visualizing every murder way I saw and deciding if going to prison was worth murdering him or not. 

"I'm all wet you, idiot," I screamed getting out of the lake onto the grass and trying to shake the water droplets off me. I hated getting my clothes wet just like cats hate water. 

"That was the point, Shana!" Okay, that was it. 

"Three." I raised three fingers glaring at him. 

"What are you doing?" He was confused. Good. 

"Two." I hissed. His eyes widened, I smirked at him. "One!" I lunged at him but he was already running. "Come here, you girlfriend faker," I screamed as I chased after him. God, guys that tall shouldn't be allowed to even run. We kept cashing after each other and somehow my angry shouts and barks turned into childish laughing. 

"Okay, stop stop, pleaaase." I stopped, grinning. If he declared defeat this meant I won. What exactly? I had no idea! "You're so scary, Shana." I was about to lunge at him again and beat him for calling me Shana but his eyes widened as he raised his hands up. "I call a truce!" I guffawed at him. And soon enough he was laughing too. 

If he thought this was done he was far from it. I was not going to be the only one wet here. 

I took my hand out for him to shake it. I was standing near the edge so when he got closer and took my hand, I pushed him in. Ha! That would teach him. He squealed, his voice so high pitched I didn't even understand how he hit that note. I doubled over in laughing clutching my stomach. 

"Now we're even?" He asked warily getting out. When I didn't respond, he took that as a yes. 

We then went to a nearby souvenir shop to get dry clothes. Because frankly speaking, I was not staying in wet sticky clothes. I thanked God for the billionth time I was wearing a black shirt so nothing underneath was visible. 

We didn't find any clothes but matching shirts and big shorts. I wasn't so happy about it but the alternative wasn't happening. Just when I thought this day couldn't get anymore eventual and was trying to get home, Ron protested. 

"Our tour is not over, Shana," Ron said as cheerful as ever while I pouted. For some reason, I thought he didn't have any idea where we were driving to. That was why I kept asking him if we were there yet in Donkey from Shrek manner. When he finally broke down, his answer earned him a glare with a snarky response. "I just like driving at night, but it would be boring if I did it on my own. So, why not use my sidekick?" Gee, I don't know. Maybe because she would chop your head off 

"I'm your sidekick now?" I asked in amusement.