Sally gazed at Oliver, fantasizing about lating beside him, feeding him strawberries on a sunny summer day like this.
Oliver had brown hair and cute brown eyes. He had some slight, but visible stubble on his face. He was wearing a white tank top that really encapsulated his big muscular arms and chest, alongside, bootcut blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. Also, of course, he had his gloves to keep his hands safe from any poison oak weeds or soemthing.
He seemed to be sweating, and Sally had just the tool to introduce herself as a fun loving woman. A water gun. Or at-least that’s what she thought. She snuck the gun on top of her fence and aimed it at Olivers shoulder.
“1…2…” Sally whispered to herself, her wrist slightly shaking.
“3!” Sally pulled the trigger and water shot across the street onto Oliver. “Bullseye!” Sally quietly celebrated.
Sally walked up to Oliver, laughing. Oliver was laughing too.
“Sorry! You just looked like you needed something to cool you down!” Sally apologized.
“Yeah, thank you!” Oliver laughed looking up from his crouched position.
“So… these weeds got you working, huh?” Sally tried to extend the conversation.
“Yeah, hah.” Oliver laughed, but suddenly made a face and placed a hand on his shoulder, the one that was shot.
“Is everything alright?” Sally asked.
“Oh I’m fine, I just feel a little funny…” Oliver replied breaking his eye contact, placing his hand on his neck. Oliver rose up to see he…
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