Throws up arms "Great, Julian. Absolutely great. We're lost now. Thanks to you."
"My fault? And how is it my fault, Sydney?'
"You were the one who insisted on taking this path. Now we're lost in a treacherous jungle that's probably infested with poisonous snakes." Folds arms "And the fact that we're supposed to be running from the enemy doesn't help either."
Sneers "If I remember correctly, your way involved having to wade through a cold and swampy lake when it's already the winter season. We'd catch the cold of our lives. And what do you say to that, Sydney?"
Tries to come up with a good retort "Oh, shut up! You're the one who's chewing on a Mars Bar while I'm navigating our way out."
Indignant "Excuse me? It's a Snickers Bar, you bloody idiot! I don't eat Mars Bars, the caramel sticks to my teeth. Then I'll have a hard time trying to get it all out."
"Whatever, pretty boy." Indistinct shouting from behind "Oh, damn! The ememy's spotted us! Run!"
"Even I could tell that!" Heavy panting
"Damn, they're gaining! Run like the wind!" More heavy panting
"Oh no, they've gotten us! I hate you, Syd. When you're navigating, we always get caught."
Eight-year-old Sydney Bristow glared at her neighbour, Julian Sark, as they were herded back to the house by Sydney's father for running out to play before finishing their homework. As they stepped over the porch, Julian added,
"Next time, I lead."
A/N: Please critism is appreciated.Oh, and just in case, I changed Sark's age. He's about one year older than Sydney in this story. It's a one-parter for now, but if I get enough positive reviews, then I'll reconsider making more chapters.