𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 : where it all began.

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you were running around in your front yard, chasing an orange butterfly, as your hair blew in the wind.

"hey!" someone called.

you stopped chasing the butterfly, turning to look at who it was.

"hello," the boy greeted.

"who are you?" you ask, walking towards him. he seemed to be about your age. he only smiled.

"do you wanna come play with me?" he asks.

"i'll just ask my mom," you answer. you run inside your house to ask permission.

only a minute later, you rush back out, fiddling with the lock on your fence.

"she said yes," you smile. the boy helped you open your fence and you two begin to walk side by side.

"do you watch disney?" you turn to him.

"mhm," he says. "my favorite is the lion king."

"hey, me too!" you laugh. "wanna go to the park? mom, she says i can go there any time."

"okay," he smiles. you lead him to the park, where tons of other kids were playing.

"swings," you begin. "my favorite."

"your favorite?" he repeats.

"yup," you say, sitting on the middle swing. "can you push me?"

"sure!" he says. he gets behind your swing and begins lightly pushing you.

"thanks," you smile.

after a few minutes of him pushing you, you ask him to help you slow down.

"do you want me to push you on the swing?" you offer, brushing some dirt off of your floral dress.

"no, it's okay," he answers. "let's go to the slide!" he takes your hand and pulls you to the yellow slide.

he lets you slide down first and you cheer for him at the bottom. "come on!" you smile.

he giggles as he comes down. "what next?" he asks.

"y/n, sweetie?" your mom calls.

"mom?" you turn around.

"hey, honey," your mom smiles. "is this your friend?"

"oh, yeah," you say.

"what's your name, buddy?" your mom crouches down to your level. again, the boy only smiles. "well, y/n over here has to eat dinner now, you two can continue playing tomorrow, is that okay?"

"okay," he smiles. "see you tomorrow!"

"see you," you smile, taking your mom's hand as you both walk back home.

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