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Genevieve's pov:
I first met Adam Banks in 2nd grade, right after my life fell apart. Mom pulled into the driveway of our new house in Edina, Minnesota, leaving dad in Indiana, where he was probably still blackout drunk. I started to unload the boxes in the car when a blonde boy came out of nowhere. "Do you need help?" He called out. I froze. I didn't want to say no and hurt the boy's feelings. "My mom called me." I lied while trying to run off. He was chasing after me, and he grabbed onto my hand, and for a moment he held it. I ran to hide behind my mom, and when I peaked around her hip, he smiled at me. His smile was radiant, lighting up his entire face with warmth and joy. "Made a new friend, Genevieve?" My mom smiled before introducing herself to him. I didn't even know his name. How could he be my friend?
Adam's pov:
The day I met Genevieve Little, everything changed. I was playing hockey in the driveway when a little red Ford Mustang pulled up to the newly sold house across the street. I watched from afar as a girl around my age came out of the car. The trunk opened to reveal boxes. He ran over to help. "Do you need help?" I asked the girl who was digging in the trunk. She didn't respond; she stood there looking at me. She had the most beautiful green eyes; they stood out from her black Led Zeppelin T-shirt that was too big for her and dark blue jeans. It didn't take him long to see the hockey equipment in the car. "You play hockey?" I asked. "My mom called me." She blurted it out before running off. "I didn't hear her!" I called out, running after her. I reached for her hand to stop her. Next thing I knew, I was holding her hand, and then I flipped. She ran behind the older woman, whom I assumed was her mom. I smiled when she peaked around her mother's hip. "Made a new friend, Genevieve?" Her mother smiled. Genny, that's what I'll call her. "Hello, I'm Phoebe Little, Genevieve's mother." Her mother formally introduced herself; it was probably too formal for an 8 year old.
Genevieve's pov:
I was finally done unpacking after a week. Mom wouldn't let me go skating until I was finished. "Come on, mom!" I shouted through the walls. She walked down the steps, skipping some along the way. "Do you have all of your stuff?" Mom asked. "It's in the car, yes." I knew my mom was always running behind, so I tried to help her out a bit by doing things on my own. We got into the car and made our way to the frozen pond. The boy from the other day ran over as soon as I stepped out of the car. "Do you play hockey, Genny?" He exclaimed I assumed the skates were a giveaway, but apparently not. I just nodded. The two boys with him erupted in "ohs." "Banks got himself a little girlfriend," the redhead exclaimed. I don't care to entertain their foolishness. I skated away from them. A boy with messy brown hair fell at my feet. "Are you okay?" I helped him get back on his feet. "I'm fine, and my name is Charlie." He rambled on, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Genevieve," she said with a smile, accepting . "Genny, you're on my team." Adam shouted to her from the middle of the ice. "See ya' Charlie." she waved before skating over to Adam.
Adam's pov:
I was playing on the ice with Corey Larson and Nicolas McGill. A little red Ford Mustang parked and I knew it was her, Genny Little and her beautiful eyes. "Genny, you play hockey!" I questioned, she was holding hockey skates in one hand and a big bag in another. "Banksy got a girlfriend," Larson sneered, causing Mcgill to say "ou," they continued to tease me until Genny skated away. My shoulders dropped as I let out a sigh. I skated circles around the boys. "Wanna play 2 on 2?" Mcgill asked. I sent a confused look, "2?" he smiled and replied, "Me and Larson versus you and your girlfriend." My eyes wander the rink at the mention of her. When i finally saw her it was like a punch in the gut, she was holding hands with Charlie Conway, my Genny holding hands with a complete spaz, an idiot, a dunce. "Come on Genny, you're on my team!" I shouted across the ice before turning away not wanting to see her with Conway anymore. She skated over to us, she was fast. "You two verse us two!" Larson explained to Genny. I was glad Genny was on my team. She was amazing, her shooting and puck handling were outstanding. She was outstanding. We ended up winning 3-2. "You should join our team." I smiled hoping that she would. "I'll think about it," she muttered. "Great, you're going to be my new best friend." I vowed. And she was. For the next four years we were inseparable.
