>This heat is killing me. The summer has been drawing on and on and on. Not only do I have to pretty much drown in sunscreen but the physical labor is heating my insides just as much as the bastard of a sun is cooking my outsides. I stand finally, my chore coming a close and look over to Heather, to see how she's been doing. I don't immediately spot her. I squint and look over to the tractor, she's not there either.
>I start to turn to look behind me when I'm struck. A cold wash of water all over my back.
>"GAAAH!" I cry out, the shock of the cold water is pleasant but surprising. I whip around to spy Heather, a small bucket filled with water balloons at her feet. She smiling with another cold missile locked and loaded in her hand. I start to turn and my foot clips something. I've been granted my own bucket. I see what's going on here. You're on.
>I reach down and roar. "YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!" I pick my bucket up, loading my own shot and the war has begun. My aim rings true and I slam her right in the face with one. I earn one back.
>This goes on for a bit, our little water balloon fight. I find myself giggling and having the time of my life, watching Heather smile widely and pelt me from a distance. We finally start to run out, my exhaustion from the day mostly gone now, a new tired settling in. Content and happy.
>I stride over, we're both soaked now. The cooling water feeling great but probably threatening to wash some of my sunscreen off. "So who won?"
>"Call it a tie?" she pants back.
>"Well how're we gonna decide who has to make dinner, then?" I smirk at her. She returns it.
>"Last to the house is on kitchen duty tonight." She bolts as soon as it's spoken.
>"Oh you little-" I run after her. She's athletic beyond belief, a lifetime of this beating my few months by leaps and bounds. I finally make it to the porch where she's leaning against a post.
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