Four Months Later
"Come on, Tyler. You can't be that slow." I teased Tyler as I pedaled my bike through the trees surrounding track towards the park.
Tyler, who was behind me, chuckled. "Slow? You'll see about that." He answered. I grinned widely at his comment as I continued to pedal. Of course, I had cheated when I rode off before him when we had started the race two minutes ago.
A minute after that, we reached the park. I got off my bike and parked it and turned to face him. "Yes, I won!" I shouted in victory as Tyler got from his bike. "Better luck next time, Tyler."
Tyler smiled. "You know I let you win." He said.
"Yeah, right. You're just a sore loser." I replied as I turned to walk towards the swing set.
"Oh no, you're not getting away with that." I heard him say behind me. I turned to see him walking towards me with a mischievous grin on his face. I let out a little shriek and ran away from him.