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Arthur Kirkland was currently running for his life. He ran and ran and ran. If the thing after him caught up to him, it would be very bad. And to be caught so young, barely being 6. But this boy was determined to outsmart his chaser. He ran through the forest, past trees and through bushes, over logs and under branches. He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. After he couldn't run anymore, he hid behind the biggest tree he could find. "He wont find me here." the boy whispered confidently. He cautiously looked around while panting slightly. He glanced out into the distance to see the clearing. He was almost at the finish line! If he just made it out of the woods without getting caught-
"Found ya!" Abel said, pushing the other down.
"Hey! No fair! You said no pushing!" Arthur cried, wiping dirt from his hands as he stood.
"Yeah, well I also said no hiding, and look who didn't follow that rule! I win!"
"No fair! Best 2 out of 3!"
"We agreed on one game of chase! I won, fair and square." Abel declared, sticking his tongue out at the blonde. When Arthur returned the action, it quickly became a battle of the tongues. Back and forth, they would take turns until one of them finally gave up.
Arthur had his eyes squeezed shut, determined to win at least something today. He stuck his tongue out and felt something touch the tip of it. Opening his eyes, he quickly covered his mouth as his face turned a deep crimson. "You-you touched your tongue with m-mine!"
Abel laughed. "I'll let you play another game, but I changed my prize when I win!"
"To what?!"
"You'll find out when you lose!" Abel said, running back to the starting point.
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So, once again, Arthur tried running through the woods without getting caught by the blonde, and once again, he was caught. Now Abel had really won. Arthur pouted as he marched back to the clearing around the woods. He slumped down in the grass where Lukas was sitting, waiting for them.
"Lost again, huh?" Lukas asked.
"That's because Abel is a meanie!" He started to stick his tongue out when he remembered what happened last time. His face returned to the deep red as his tongue returned to his mouth.
"I won, fair and square." Abel stated. "And now, my prize!"
"What is it?"
"You get to become my bride!"
"What?!" Arthur squealed. "But I don't want to!"
"You have no choice! You lost!" Abel laughed, picking a group of flowers of the ground. He put one in Arthur's hair, and the rest in his hand.
"Let the wedding begin!"
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So, the three stood in formation: Lukas, being the priest (against his will) and the other two standing across from each other, Abel smiling at Arthur, and Arthur frowning, with a scarlet dusting to his cheeks and white lilies in his hair and hands.
"Blah blah blah, kiss the bride." Lukas droned.
"Do I really have to?" Arthur cried, receiving nods from the other two. With a sigh, he leaned forward and stuck his lips out in a pucker. Abel pressed his lips against the waiting blondes, while said blonde stood there shocked. Abel's kissed made his stomach feel funny, and when he pulled away, there was a tingling on them. But it made him happy.
"Be my bride forever!" Abel demanded, smiling.
All the other did was return the big smile. "Okay!"
Isn't that cute.
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