"I hate you and I wish you would die!" Ike, my five year old little brother, screamed at me.
It was summer in South Park and all the snow had melted away. The air was perfect and warm, just the right temperature to spend the day at Starks Pond and swim in the lake. Me and Stan were forced to take Ike with us to the pond, so like any other big brother, I've been teasing and picking on him all day. For example, when me and Stan were playing frisbee and Ike wanted to play. We made sure he never touched the frisbee by playing keep away and monkey in the middle until he started whining like a little baby.
Then we offered to buy him ice cream. When he was only a courter finished with it, I knocked the cone out of his hands. I suppose we did go alittle to far but come on, he's my brother for crying out loud. It's my job as an older brother to pick on him.
And thats how it all came down to this. After he said he hated me and wished I would die, I told him;
"Then why don't you just kill me?"
So then Ike trys to push me off the dock and into the lake. Of course Im stronger then him and theres no way he could have pushed me in but I purposely fell in. I swam under the dock and listened to Stan tell Ike i've been underwater for a long time above me a few minutes latter.
"...I think you killed him." Stan said,obviously acting and trying to hold back from laughing.
Ike was silent for a second."N-no." he said, stuttering."He's just trying to scare me!" He was right but that doesn't mean we can't still trick him.
"No dude, it's been like, a full two minutes, I think he's dead." Stan was trying his best to act worried. He's not the best actor.
"No! He's fine, I know it!" By this point, I was trying my best not to laugh. I could hear the panic in Ike's voice.
"I'll go look for him." Stan said befor running to jump in."Im coming Kyle!"
He swam over to me under the dock and we gave each other the thumbs up and he went back up to Ike.
"I can't find him!" He yelled overdramaticly. I could hear Ike's panic grow as he started sobbing.
He started yelling he was sorry over and over again and saying he didn't mean it. I had to bit my tongue so I wouldn't laugh.
"I'll go check again." Stan said and jumped in again. He threw my "lifeless" body open on the dock and I pretended to be dead. Ike gasped and droped to his knees, sobbing.
"Im sorry Kyle!" He cried.
"You killed Kyle. You bastard!"Stan accused."Dude, your going to be in so much trouble."
Ike just cried some more."Im sorry Kyle, please don't die! I didn't mean it"
Thats when I snaped up and wraped my arms around his neck and said." Then you souldn't have said it!"
Ike was just sitting there, dumbfounded and shocked while Stan and I were laughing our asses off.
"Kyle." My little brother said when our laughing went down. "I hate you and I wish you would die!"