The Summer in which injuries abounded
"Come on Feliks!" Pleaded Toris, now fourteen, as he and Alfred stood below the branch of the tree in which Feliks was sitting. "Please, Just let us come up."
"Like, No Way!" Said Feliks. "This is like, my tree. And nobody else can come up here!" The blonde continued, unwilling to share his brilliant new discovery with Toris and Alfred. The two of them were just TOO BORING for him to stand. And he did not want his new hiding place to become infected with boring. What's his was his, and that was that. "Like, when will they ever get the hint that I think they're boring and that I don't want to hang out with them?" Feliks thought to himself.
Feliks looked down to see Alfred climbing the tree, Toris tentatively following after him. "Like, hell you will." The blonde muttered, getting up and reaching for the branch above him, ready to climb higher. Feliks was about to pull himself up when he felt a tugging on the hem of his dress. He looked town to see Alfred grabbing on to the hem. He kicked Alfred away, sending him tumbling down and falling on top of Toris. Feliks turned back to the branch he was planning to climb up on and began to pull himself up. Suddenly, the branch snapped, and Feliks was sent tumbling down, colliding with tree branches on the way.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Feliks as the ground neared closer and closer. He closed his eyes for the impact, landing with a loud "oof." on top of Toris and Alfred.
"Owwww…." Feliks muttered.
"Dude," Alfred said, "I think I heard something crack."
"That would be me." Toris winced as he tried to move his leg out from under Alfred and Feliks, stifling the urge to scream in pain in a rather feminine fashion.
It was needless to say that that summer was cut short after that as Roderich took a bruised, scratched, and battered Feliks home and Elizaveta gave Toris and Alfred a long, uncomfortable, scolding lecture.
Although Toris and Feliks disagreed on a lot of things, they both agreed that that summer was a terrible summer.