John Davey Harris

You're a boy, by the way.

You were walking with John, you went into the store, as usual, you were wearing a black and blue tie, a wide-legged T-shirt, knee-length shorts, headphones, and black fingerless gloves. And John was wearing a black and orange tie, a black wide T-shirt, and the same shorts as you, also black. So you bought yourself some water, went for a walk, and drank it. You started filling the bottle with water from the pump, poured it, and long story short, you made a shitload of holes in the lid with some kind of nail, and when you squeezed the bottle, water poured out in a stream, now there were holes all over the lid. John was on the phone, you snuck up behind him and squeezed the bottle, water poured right onto his T-shirt (in short, it became like a pistol). He jumped back, looked at you, you laughed, he shouted

Lololoshka!

You did the same again, your hair getting wet. He ran away from you, you couldn't catch up and started to rest. At that moment, John did the same, suddenly jumping out from around the corner and shooting at you. You started running away from him, you were all wet already. You were playing like little kids, everyone was looking at you. But it was fun, running from a homemade water pistol, so fucking fun.