“I dare you,” she said egging me on.

“You doubt me Ashley?” I asked with a serious face, swinging around the pillow.

“You want to go punk?”

“Careful Spence I has mad pillow skills,” Ashley warned grabbing a pillow off of her bed.

“Then I guess it’ll make your defeat that much sweeter to me,” I smiled cheekily. Truthfully I really didn’t give a damn if I won or lost, I just wanted to be next to her. Well I guess she saw me day dreaming, and took this opportunity to lunge. Taking a step back, I took a overly confident stance.

“Ha ha Ashley, for I too have had training in the art of pillow fighting. An older brother has given me mad skills far exceeding you level. You will not survive,” I pronounced. Soon I found us throwing the pillows left and right. I think I might even have a minor concussion from being hit over the head so many times.

“It’s all over now Mandy I have your cornered!” Ashley exclaimed.

“We’ll see who has the final laugh,” I replied. We walked in circles. Just like the old westerns, we had a steady grip on our weapons for combat. Concentration was growing with the sweat on our brows. Both of us refused to blink as we stared each other down. I could have swore I was outside the saloon right now, finding myself in a brawl with one of the locals. Now if only I was wearing boots…Out of nowhere I felt myself flying in the air falling to the floor onto my back. I was astonished that Ashley had just took me out from under my feet, tackling me to the ground. She sat on top of me pronouncing herself the champ. I think I had rug burns on my face, but my laughing numbed the pain. She was so close to me right now, I thought my flesh was burning from the sensation I was getting.

“Better luck next time,” she snickered.

“You just got lucky!” I stated. I hope she gets lucky every time. We sat there for a while catching our breathes. When we looked over at the clock, we realized we should probably get going. We managed to pick ourselves off the floor and get ready, and we headed out to the concert.