“Attack!” I look up right as mud hits me square in the face, the chunks falling onto my shirt. I let out a gasp, quickly swiping it out of my eyes as my friend winds up for another shot.
“Not fair! We were supposed to do a countdown!” I yell, ducking behind my fort.
“That’s not how war works buddy! It’s kill or be killed.”
“Have it your way then,” I mutter, grabbing a fist of mud before standing and chucking it at my friend, laughing them it hits him in the cheek.
We continue this battle, slowly exhausting ourselves and making our arms sore. Right as I’m about to throw another ball, the door to the house opens, my mother stepping out.
“Boys! You need to get cleaned up before dinner or your dad is going to be upset.”
“Not buts. Not grab the hose and make sure to dry off before coming inside,” she says with a smile, setting two towels down on the steps. I look over at my friend, his face barely caked with mud.
“You win this round, but I’ll get you back. Just you wait.”