Your P.O.V.

"Yay, we're finally here!" you yelled. You ran up to a swing and sat down on it, moving your legs back and forth.

Your boyfriend, Mark, wiggled a finger in his ear. "And I thought Ethan was loud..." he complained.

You laughed at the pained expression on his face, knowing he was just as happy to have reached the playground as you were. Both of you, joined by Ethan and Tyler, had set out about an hour earlier to your favorite playground. However, traffic had been absolutely insane, and now that all of you were finally here, you couldn't wait to start playing.

"Ok guys," Tyler walked up and took charge. "Mark and I will take the side with the tower, and (Y/N) and Ethan will take the side with the slide. Any objections?"

We all shook our heads.

Tyler nodded. "We both have five minutes-"

"Three minutes!" Mark yelled, interrupting.

"-three minutes then," Tyler consented while Ethan and I tried to hide our chuckles, "to hide your flag and come up with a game plan." With that, he tossed you the blue bandanna he was holding, keeping the red one for himself and Mark.

"Starting now," Mark added.

You rushed to the bottom of the swing set, and Ethan helped you bury the flag at the base of one of the poles. Then you both huddled up next to the slide.

"Since you're faster Ethan, you should be offense so you can get away quicker," you instructed.

"Yeah, but they'll be expecting that," he reasoned. "Plus, Tyler's probably gonna be offense too, and you can't catch him."

You nodded, seeing the sense in his words. "Ok, then you stay here, but pretend like you're offense so I can sneak around Mark."

Ethan smiled. "You got it!"

"Alright then." You turned and shouted over to the others. "You guys ready yet?!"

Mark hollered back, "You betcha!"

You and Ethan got into position, but before either of you could do anything, Tyler charged. You hurried to block him before he could get past. Seeing the danger he was in, Tyler leaped back across the line with a whoop.

"(Y/N)!" Ethan called. "Where's Mark?!"

"I check and see if he got this far!" you hollered back. You quickly checked around the perimeter of the swing set. Just as turned away from where the flag was hidden, Mark's bright red hoodie caught your eye. You sprinted after him as fast as you could.

Mark saw you coming and he dashed away. He just barely escaped you by rolling across the line inches from your hand. "Aha!" he cried in triumph as he pumped the air with his fist, completely unaware of the muddy wood chips stuck on his hoodie and in his hair.

There were several more confrontations like that before you managed to sneak past Tyler while he was occupied with Ethan taunting him from across the line. You climbed up the tower and kept low, not knowing where Mark was at the moment. After searching for some time at the top and finding nothing, you slid down the fireman pole and landed neatly on the ground. Suddenly, a red blur pinned you to the ground. It was Mark.

"Gotcha," he crowed.

"Mark! Get off, you're squishing m-" You were cut off by Mark pressing his lips to yours. You immediately kissed him back, and the two of you became lost in the moment.

Suddenly, you were jerked back to reality when you both heard Ethan yelling, "We win! We win!" Mark groaned and pecked your cheek before rolling off of you.

You giggled as you picked some wood chips out of Mark's hair. "That's what happens when you don't pay attention," you teased him.

"Same to you too," Mark shot back as he brushed mud off your shoulders.

A moment later, both of you emerged from behind the tower and celebrated the win. By then, you were all too tired to continue playing, so the four of you just relaxed in the grass before heading home. This was one of your favorite things to do with the gang, but especially with your Markimoo.  

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YAY ANOTHER IMAGINE COMPLETED!!! This was shorter I think, but hopefully you still enjoyed it, person! Ethan is up next, and then I'll start working on my special surprise for Friday. 😉 I'm not telling what it is yet, but hopefully it'll be ok!

-Horsejoy