I walk in the dark night next to Emmett.
"Bowling? Really? That's lame. Lazer tag requires so much more...focus. And skill." Emmett says, still smiling from the game he won.
"Lazer tag? In you're case, it's fun. In my case, it's something that little kids do. And bowling is not lame, it is amazing." I reply with sass. He notices and does fake scared hands.
"Well, Miss Hale, I think that you are going to get your ass beat for the second time tonight."
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I smile at the bowling boy, and he keeps trying to flirt with me. I finally get to the point, and cut the crap.
"Can we please just have two bowling shoes? One size 7, one size..." I turn to Emmett.
"What shoe size do you wear?" I ask him. He looks down at his big feet, and smiles.
"About a size 14." My eyes widen at his answer. His smile just opens more.
"Okay then, one size 7, one size 14. Here you go." The bowling boy says, handing us each our shoes. I smile at him to thank him, and go to our alley. Alley number 12. I sit down on the hard 'chair' and put my shoes on. Emmett does the same, and has a hard time getting his foot in his shoe.
"Maybe we should have got the twenty." I say, laughing. He smirks.
"You're right. Your feet do look a little squished." I slightly frown. He laughs loud and I can't help but laughing with him. He has one of those personalities that I love. I run and grab a purple bowling ball, size 15. Emmett, the show-off that he is, grabs a size 17. Just to top me. I turn to him with a huge grin on my face.
"Game on." I turn to the alley and roll the ball hard and fast. It leaves a slight dent in the alley, and Emmett laughs behind me. It rolls, fast and furious, down the alley into the first pin, kissing the face of it. All the pins behind drop. Strike. I turn to Emmett, and sit right next to him.
"Your turn. Think you can top that?"
For the next 20 minutes, we carefully roll the ball. Tenth roll, and we're tied. I go up to the alley, take a deep breath, and roll softly. The ball kisses the face again, just like the past ten times, and knocks every other pin down. I turn and smile, walking past Emmett, brushing his shoulder. He smirks and walks up to the alley, swaggering around. I can't help but laugh. Emmett walks up to the tip, stands tall and right, just like he's about to gently roll it. But then, he smacks it against the alley, and a huge hole appears. He turns around and stares at me, eyes wide with fear of what the people think. Everyone turns and sees the whole he's made, and then they all look at him. A few girls come over to flirt with him, but he slowly backs away, hand in mine. We take off at full speed into the bowling alley parking lot, and fall on the ground laughing.
"YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" I yell at him, teasing.
"Me? You're the one showing off!" He says back, still laughing.
"Yea! But right when I was about to kick your sorry ass, you go and do that!" I reply, adding a bit of fake sadness to my voice.
"But, it seems, that somehow, impossibly, you beat me." He stands up and offers me his hand. I take it and stand up with him. We start to walk away together, pushing into each other and laughing freely. I hear running footsteps behind us, at first I ignore them. Then, they become faster and more angry, untill they stop all together, inches behind me. I hear a loud his and hear the air whoosh, the sound of someone crouching, waiting to leap, behind us.