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Mack's mum brought some cherries. Chester thinks that was rather pat.
What definitely wouldn't be so, if she did it two minutes earlier, when they-
Everything started, as always, with jokes and punching.
But then, in about five minutes, Mack's hand was petting his knee and scratching it with nails, moving a little higher all the time.
Chester tried to do the same thing, but his thin hands were easily grabbed and pulled away.
Then he chuckled and started to push hands off his thighs, but they started to resist.
And then they started punching each other again, now, maybe, adding some pinching.
At the beginning, Chester had to move aside, then he had to get up from the table, then he had to step back, and then-
"Okay-Okay, I'm tired, do what you want. "
He fell on the couch with his hands up, Mack leaned above him straight away.
"Oh no, c'mon, it's not interesting this way," he answered, pouting his lips playfully and bending even lower.
"Well, then wait a sec," Chester's hand pushed him in his chest, "I need to take a piss."
And when he came back, the couch was already empty, and he could hear water pouring from the small kitchen.
A little woman was scolding her son for something while he was obediently putting food on the shelves of their fridge. Next to the sink, on a plate there was a colander with a large red-pink cherry.
Quite pat.
Mack's mum loves Chester.
Well, of course, he's always laughing and is so polite, constantly asking if he can help with something, how can you not love him?
Therefore, a third of all the berries are easily poured into a plastic bag for him, and Mack is required to accompany his friend home and, on the way back, go stop by a neighbor’s house to pick up something.
It is a summer outside, the air is stuffy, and the sun is unusually bright after the rain, the whole street has become ocher in sight.
Spitting cherry pits on the sides of a road turned into a distance competition, Chester wins.
He holds his bag in his left hand, so Mack could have some too.
And Mack reaches out with his left hand, so he can pinch Chester's thigh with his right again.
Chester grins wider every time, reminding him that they will discuss his behavior later.
The bag becomes lighter and lighter, Chester takes out the last berry, so he can quickly crumple the package, and put it in his pocket.
Be holds the cherry by its stem, and stretches his hand towards Mack.
"In half?"
And they both bite the cherry from different sides.