"Never knew I could feel like this"
"Do you believe in reincarnation?"
A slight chuckle, "Reincarnation?"
A nervous shift, "Yeah, you know past lives when you die, you're born into-,"
A cut off laugh, "I know what reincarnation is."
An indignant huff, "You just made me look stupid."
A laugh louder than the last one, "Oh yes, it was me who made you look stupid."
A small miserable sigh, "That wounds me. Tell me again why I'm friends with you."
"Because you love me," Came the knowing quip.
"No." A smack to the arm, "Okay, if that's what I've led you to believe." A smack to the head, "Ow! See, we're not friends. I forgot I signed my job application to be your punching bag."
A giggle, "You're stupid."
A teasing smile, "Mmm, that's why this is the job I applied for. You would hate to have a man correcting you every minute."
A scoff, "I don't need correcting."
A snort, "Oh please, you used double negatives till we were 8."
"Did not," The slightly angry reply.
A shrug, "Whatever you say."
Another smack, "I will seriously hurt you."
A relieved sigh from a long stretch, "Probably, but I'm not going to lead you on that long for it to happen?" Silence. "So do you?"
"Do I what?"
An aggravated sigh, "Believe in reincarnation, dummy. How do you think this conversation started?"
An eye roll, "I guess I do, I never really thought much of it cause, you know, I have a life."
A muffled laugh. Another smack. Silence. "Oh, you were serious about having a life?"
"Oh please, I have more of a life than you."
A shrug, "Hey, I'm not denying that. A dog has more of a life than me and you combined."
A groan, "I do have a life."
An incredulous laugh, "You do not."
"Yes I do!"
"You hang out with me, obviously you have no life."
A dry laugh, "Too true."
A satisfied sigh, "Told you."
"You know, you're not doing a very good job at being my punching bag."
A begrudging sigh, "Fine, you can hit me, your majesty." A smack "Didn't hurt." Another, "Still didn't." A harder smack. A strangled groan, "Okay, that one kind of did."
A soothing rub, "Sorry."
"It's okay…Rocky." A punch. A gulp. "Okay, I'll stop…Tyson."
"Luck," A warning.
"Lily," A tease.
Two matching smiles. Two sets of blue eyes met; the ocean and the sky shining, just like they had done for the first time all those years ago.