Time for a dip

“If I were her, and I was looking for me… I wouldn’t check the waters.” She ponders, still hiding behind you.

“What, you want to go for a swim?” You ask, puzzled. Even for an eccentric like Madison, this idea seems far fetched.

“Why, I thought you’d never ask.” She fakes a smile and plays along as if she were someone completely different.

“Wait.” You don’t have much of a chance to further elaborate on what the plan is before Madison slides into the water, pencil diving down and then bobbing back up. “Aren’t—” again, your sentence is cut off, this time from you being dragged into the pool. Madison grabs your hand and pulls you in.

“Hahaha.” She giggles.

“Please. A warning next time.” You wipe your hair out of your face. “Plus, my towel’s still over there. What good would it do me to…”