Crush on You - Chapter III

Carey and I got alone with each other for a period of time. We often teamed to play Sinful City online after school. We chatted by live voice system and shouted during match like any other game stickers.
“Shit! I’ve got ganked!”
“Just hold on dude, I’ve come to save you!”
“The bastard is in stealth, careful!”
“I’ll cover you. Blink, yeah, fuck!”
“Nice shoot bro! Hey, they group to push on, we’ve got to retreat!”
“Retreat, retreat!”
I could not count clearly how many exciting battles we had had together. The wining I had gotten with him made me intoxicated significantly, much more overjoyed than that when I played and won alone. From school to home I could not image that I had never felt awkward or bothered to be with him so closely. Sometimes in the morning, when he waited at the gate of my house, I leaped so far as to his back and entwined him like a koala while yelling: “Go! Big bro. As a return for I carried you strongly yesterday!” He retorted loudly, gurgling though, holding me firmly on thigh to avoid me falling. We walked on the path towards school in this position while sunshine was twinkling on us, from face to uniform, and soft wind with handful fallen leaves left behind tracked our laughter and his footstep along the road quietly.