𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫? - 𝐓𝐌𝐑 𝐀𝐔, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

031 - best friends!!!

I feel so damn bad for Braedyn. He's been crying ever since he punched Newt, which was four hours ago.

"It's okay," I tell him, letting his tears soak my shirt I'm wearing. "She's just an attention seeker. You know you're better than her. And Newt's stupid."

He doesn't acknowledge my words, he just continues to sob into me, his cries muffled into the blue fabric.

As I continue to soothe him, I let my eyes fall shut, and soon I fall asleep, even with the background sound of his tears.

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"Daddy, are they coming over today?" I asked, bouncing on my feet. I hoped they would come, they were my best friends.

My father's lips formed a smile. "Yes, Whitty. They are going to be here any minute now. Would you like me to get you all ice–creams?"

I began to nod aggressively, extremely excited to see them. "Yes, please!" I loved ice–cream.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll go get those now. Are you okay to wait for them by the door like a big girl?"

I nodded again.

"Alright." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Wait here."

I did as he said, and a minute later, a knock sounded through the door.

I smiled ear–to–ear as I turned the door handle, letting my best friends in.

"Hi!" My girl best friend said. She pulled me into a hug, which I returned. "I missed you, Whit!"

I squeezed her tightly, but still made sure I wasn't suffocating her. "I missed you too." I let go and turned to her brother. "I missed you as well."

"Likewise," he responded, chuckling at his older–kid language.

"Stop acting so mature," his sister ordered. "Was that right, mama? Mature?"

My gaze turned towards their mother, who smiled widely at them, clearly proud. "Yes, you were correct. Have fun, kids. Bye Whitley."

I smiled at her as she hugged them. She then turned around and left. She shut the door behind her and left my best friends and I alone.

"What should we do?" One of my best friends asked, twirling her brown hair as she said the words.

I shrugged. "I don't mind. Oh, and Daddy is getting us ice–cream."

He bounced on his feet. "Really? When are we eating it?"

"I don't know," I replied. "But it's mint chocolate chip, so I hope you guys like that."

"Mint chocolate chip ice–cream is so yummy," she commented, excitement was clear in her voice. "Thank you."

He imitated someone gagging, before he laughed. "Kidding. I love mint chocolate chip."

"I guess we all have that in common," I said, chuckling. "Come on, let's go ask Daddy when we're having it."

We all rushed to the kitchen, running in like three thrilled four year olds. Well, we were three thrilled four year olds.

"Whit's Daddy, when are we getting the ice–cream?" My best friends said in unison.

My father chuckled at the sight of us; we probably looked crazy. "Whenever you want it. Well, it's only ten, so maybe wait until lunch. Is that okay?"

We all nodded together before running back out of the kitchen. "Okay!"

We all had a race to my room, and she won.

"I won, I won," she boasted, acting as though she had won the olympics. Instead of being annoying, me and her brother laughed.

"You did," I said, nodding. "Good job."

"What are we going to do?" Her brother asked, looking around my room for something to occupy himself with.

"Charades?" I suggested.

"Sure!" He agreed.

"Me first." She stood in front of us as me and her brother sat crossed legged, facing her. She thought for a moment before grinning at us.

"Ready?" Her brother asked from beside me.

She nodded and began to move her arms. She brought her hands together and started to move her thumbs, occasionally shifting her other fingers. She swayed her body, letting her tongue lay on her lip.

"Driving a car?" Her brother guessed. She shook her head in response.

A groan escaped him as I giggled, squinting my eyes in hope I could've gotten an idea. I didn't.

He perked up beside me, his eyes glowing. "Are you playing video games?"

She stopped, grinning at her brother. "Yep, good job!"

He got up as she sat down beside me.

"I already have an idea," he explained, rather proud.

His sister and I nodded, waiting for him to begin.

He brought his hand back, then slowly moved it back down, gaining speed by the second. Suddenly, he stopped, then he repeated his actions.

"Playing the drums?" I guessed, but he shook his head.

Confused, his sister and I exchanged glances.

"What is he doing?" She whispered to me, as clueless as I was.

I shrugged one shoulder. "No clue. Maybe dancing?" I turned to him and said the same guess. Again, he shook his head.

Annoyed, she leaned back against her hands. "I don't know!"

"Neither," I said.

He grinned. "I was stabbing someone!"

I looked at his sister as if to say, "Is he crazy?"

He was.

"Are you going to be a murderer when you're older?" She asked, turning to him. The grin he probably expected to be on her face wasn't there, and he looked at us, a disappointed facial expression plastered on his face.

"Maybe," he joked. "Kidding. But why are you guys thinking about the future? The only thing I think about is ice–cream."

"Ice–cream," his sister and I said dreamily.

"Who wants to come beg Daddy for ice–cream with me?" I asked, pushing myself up from the ground. I turned towards the door, but glanced back to read their faces.

They both looked as excited as one another. "Yes!" They say in unison.

They both got up and we ran down the stairs.

When we were younger, we only worried about ice–cream.

It was amazing.

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