"Bonnie, why would you keep this from me? We've been mates since day one!"
George's features slowly faded from angry to sadness. It killed her.
"George, I know you're dissapointed, but-" Bonnie stopped speaking, she knew nothing she said would make it alright, quite the opposite, she reckoned. Bonnie started mentally flicking through old memories of the troublesome trio.
"Will you lot just hurry up!" 7 year old Fred in yelled frantically. George and Bonnie found it to be a good idea to hide his toy broom up into a huge tree.
They trailed behind him, occasionally giving eachother a wicked look and a mischievous chuckle.
"You bloody prats!" Bonnie and George heard in the distance in the murky woods, they guessed Fred found it. They heard angry footsteps stomping against the small twigs, and the crackling of dead leaves under his slightly clown sized feet.
"Serves you right! You turned Bonnies hair purple!" George pointed to Bonnie's hair, when in fact, it was George's idea to do so.
"You little! Bonnie, precious, precious, Bonnie" Fred began, innocently draping his dirty arm around her petite shoulders "Would I ever lie to you?" He ended with a sickly sweet grin.
At this point Bonnie had no idea what or who to believe. As soon as she looked back at George though, she knew straight away. George had a guilty expression on his face, she walked up to George, and gave him a hug.
"Oh sure" Fred started again, after watching the scene "When it's George, he gets a hug and a pat on the back, but when it's me I get a real good kick to the nads. That seems fair!" Fred went off in a huff, kicking up everything in his path. But neither Bonnie nor George where paying attention, they were too busy making ammends on their own, they'd get to Fred later.
"Pinky promise we'll never hide anything from eachother again?" Bonnie held out her little pale hand to George. "Promise" George replied, wrapping his strong, boney finger around hers.
