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Being only seven years old, Mikey was very stoked to be going to the park with his older brother, Gerard. Gerard, however, decided that because he was eleven now -double digits!- he was far too mature to be playing with his baby brother. So, he dumped poor little Mikey off, all alone, at the rusting swing sets, and went over to his best friend, Frank's house.
Despite his young age, Mikey knew that New Jersey wasn't exactly the safest place for a little boy such as himself. So he used the only defense mechanism he had: tears. He cried and cried, while all of the other children stared. One of the boys decided to be the good guy and help him. Or at least get this weirdo to stop crying before the entire playground was flooded.
"Hey, why are you crying?" The boy asked cautiously.
"Because my brother left me, and I'm scared," Mikey answered.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Do you wanna play with me? I'm alone, too."
Mikey's eyes lit up at the prospect of having a friend that he wasn't related to. "Sure! I'm Mikey!"
"Hi, Mikey! I'm Pete! Do you wanna see my secret clubhouse?"
The look of pure amazement on Mikey's face was enough of an answer for Pete. "C'mon, it's this way," he said, leading him past the swings, the slide, and the monkey bars. He led him well beyond all the park equipment and into the surrounding woods. This wasn't helping Mikey's anxiety at all. Finally, he stopped in front of a small, worn down cabin.
"This," Pete paused for dramatic effect, "is the Sweet Little Dudes club."
Mikey burst out into giggles. "Sweet little dudes? Am I a sweet little dude?"
"Well now you are, why do you think I brought you here? But you have to promise me something first."
"What?"
"Well, this is for life. So you need to promise that once you're an official sweet little dude, you'll never quit."
"I promise."
"Cross your heart!"
Mikey did as instructed.
"Good. Once a sweet little dude, always a sweet little dude."
A/N:
This kinda sucks but I just wanted to write a cute little kid AU so I did.
