I screamed loudly and started thrashing about, kicking him and punching him as hard as I could, yet laughing so much it hurt.
"Get off! Get off, get off, get off!" I squealed, gasping for air.
"No!" He attacked me in every ticklish spot he could find; under my arms, my ribs, behind my knees, my neck. He was inescapable. It was great.
It wasn't long before I was laughing silently and turning blue in the face. "I... Can't... Breath!" I cried with every breath I could take.
"Breathe! Breathe for me!" He screamed, laughing and pushing my chest weakly in a mock CPR movement. I laughed harder for a moment, tears springing to my eyes and streaming down my cheeks. I finally managed to stop, though still giggling every few seconds, I caught my breath, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. "Better?" He asked, giving me a hug.
I hugged him back, tightly, snuggling my face into his warm hoodie. "Not really." I said, smiling.
I grinned up at him. "You take my breath away." Then laughed. "How cheesy."
"Oh man." He moaned, before slapping himself on the forehead.
I frowned. "What?"
"Cheese rape." And I was off again, laughing so much I could hardly breathe. This is why I like him so much.
When I'd finally quenched my laughter - sort of - Alex spoke again. "Anyways. We came here for a race, not a tickle fight." Though, you have to admit, close-contact tickle-fighting is better than racing any day. Especially with him. "Though you still haven't told me about that stuff." He looked at me suspiciously.
I smiled at him, arms crossed. "And I'm not going to tell you about that stuff, because I think you already know we went down there to do drugs and make out," Yeah, I'm a pushover. "so let's go race."
He grinned at me heart-meltingly, before jogging over to the starting line marked out on the grass. I followed close behind. "Go easy on you? I'll see what I can do." He winked.
"Right. You're so going to win this."
"Ready? Steady?" He laughed as I stood in preparation. "GO!" He bellowed, and I sprinted away. It took me a few metres before I realised he wasn't beside me or in front of me. In fact, he wasn't racing at all. I stopped and whirled around.
He was still standing at the line. "Oh, c'mon!" I yelled back at him.
"I'm going easy on you." He explained, and I smiled.
"Ha! Right. Okay then." I spun back around and skipped away. I hadn't taken two steps when I felt him by my shoulder, he jogged along side me, grinning hugely, and I made a snap decision.
I leapt onto his back.
"Run, my pony, RUN!" I cried, pretending to hit him.
"Argh! I'm not a pony!" But he was laughing, so I figured I wasn't in too much trouble.
I giggled. "Yes you are. Now RUN!"
He dumped me on the floor and sprinted away in the blink of an eye. Alex circled the lap twice, and all that time (not that long, I must admit) I lay on the floor, gasping with laughter. I couldn't move because I was laughing too hard, so I just lay on my back and stared at the sky while the giggles coursed through me.
On his second lap, he scooped me up in his arms, still running while I howled. "Hmm, so since racing was a failure, where to now?" He asked me, swinging me up onto his back.
"To McDonald's!" I cried, pointing in a random direction.
"You read my mind." He chuckled before sprinting away. Some minutes later, we arrived at a lonely drive-thru, and Alex sauntered up to the window.
"I want loads of chips." I insisted, eyeing up the menu hungrily. I was still clinging to his back.
"Me too." Alex grinned up at the woman in the order window, who looked distinctly unimpressed by our lack of car. I'm sure that's against the rules in some places. "Don't mind our lack of car, I'm technically a pony now. Two large fries."
I fell off his back, I was laughing so hard.