Archie

You had an enemy, Archie, and also the son of your father's friend. You could say you were friends, but in reality, you hated each other so much it's beyond words. Your parents tried to reconcile you, but nothing worked, so they simply stopped, and you began to hate each other even more, until one incident happened.

One winter day, closer to New Year's, your parents couldn't find a Christmas tree, so they decided to send you both to the edge of town to buy one. You wanted to protest, but within a minute you were already outside, and there was nothing left to do but go there. You walked in silence until you got bored. “Hey,” Archie said. “What?” you answered. — Maybe we should play snowballs? "Snowballs? Seriously? What are we, kids?" you replied rudely. You're such a bore. After these words, you went to play snowballs, knowing that if you didn't, there would be a scandal. You were playing somewhere in the forest until you slipped and fell on Archie. You ended up on top, the atmosphere became tense, you froze for a minute, and then Archie pushed you off.