Forts part 1

It was a lovely spring day. The birds were chirping, and everything was peaceful. Conor was carving a wolf's head into a piece of bark, and Rollan was sitting back munching on an apple, reading out of his joke books. It had been a while since they had peace and quiet. The serenity did not last long. Meilin and Abeke marched through the long grass towards them through the sweltering sun, covered in paint. Abeke was soaked in neon orange paint, and Meilin green.

"Rollan, what the hell?!" Meilin exclaimed, looking down at him once they entered the shade.

Conor looked surprised and held up his hand. "I was not a part of this." Abeke smiled sweetly knowing he was right.

"Abeke, next time could you be green, switch it up a little," Rollan kept his eyes on the book.

"Not funny Rollan," Meilin seethed, clearly unamused.

"Here, let me help you," Conor said, grabbing a handkerchief. Abeke's dark eyes sparked when she met his with a dimpled smile. Meilin stuck out her tongue at Rollan.

"You're not going to help me?" Meilin taunted Rollan. "Rules of the game. I'm not clearing off my own canvas," Rollan commented with a snort.

"So I'm a canvas?! Oh, you better watch your-"

Abeke gently patted Meilin's arm in a soothing manner. "It's ok. We can just go tell Olvan. Like all those other times," she turned her head to glare at her birdbrained friend.

"No way. This time we are going to get even with him," Meilin snapped looking at Rollan.

Conor looked confused, but Rollan showed no emotion on his face. This was going to be interesting.

"Boys VS Girls, in a game of capture the flag," Meilin smirked.

"Capture the flag?" Conor asked in confusion.

"Shall we sweeten the deal?" Rollan said, closing the book and putting it down in the soft grass. He looked up at her. "Each team has an hour to build a fort. Then, we go until one of us has lost. And whoever loses…" Rollan gave a sly grin. "Has to do whatever the other team says… for a week!"

Abeke and Conor could see the fire inside their eyes as both of them glared at each other. They gulped and started to back up.

Meilin grabbed Abeke, and Rollan grabbed Conor. They walked their own separate ways. Abeke and Conor reached out as if they were getting split apart… which, in a sense, they were.

"I didn't agree to this," Conor scowled at Rollan as he kept on dragging him.

"Meilin, this is foolish, we should have just told on him," Abeke whined.

Both Rollan and Meilin looked at their friends sharply. "We are at war here!"

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