"Cheater?!" It was with a mix of a pant and a laugh that he protested, scrambling op to the stairs, playfully fighting her all the way. "Look who's talking!" Because wall-climbing like that when he yet didn't know how to, that had to be cheating.
How they managed to make it to the top without falling down and landing on the ground in an aching pile of arms and legs would forever be a mystery. But make it they did, standing there and catching their breaths. And Warren, who not long ago hadn't had a single friend and hadn't been willing to talk with hardly anyone, could not for the life of him get that grin of his face. She? She was so much fun, and so easy to be around. And, with her face flushed and dark eyes glittering, so damn beautiful.
"Alright, so we both get a cookie." He probably would have handed over his winnings anyway, had he won the race. "My place this time?" So hers were neater, that was for sure. But his wasn't that bad, at least not at the moment. Two days earlier, before he'd gotten his laundry sorted out, now that had been another matter.
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How they managed to make it to the top without falling down and landing on the ground in an aching pile of arms and legs would forever be a mystery. But make it they did, standing there and catching their breaths. And Warren, who not long ago hadn't had a single friend and hadn't been willing to talk with hardly anyone, could not for the life of him get that grin of his face. She? She was so much fun, and so easy to be around. And, with her face flushed and dark eyes glittering, so damn beautiful.
"Alright, so we both get a cookie." He probably would have handed over his winnings anyway, had he won the race. "My place this time?" So hers were neater, that was for sure. But his wasn't that bad, at least not at the moment. Two days earlier, before he'd gotten his laundry sorted out, now that had been another matter.