Best Friends

Chapter 2: Dinnertime

Cammie

4 years old

"No daddy!", I screamed as he tickled me on the living room floor.

I got up and tried to run from him but he caught me again.

"Oh no you don't Cammiekins!", he said while laughing. "You're not-"

"Come on kiddos, dinner's ready.", mom said while laughing at the both of us.

I got up and ran into the kitchen.

'I'll get you later.", dad says with a wink while he sets the food on the table.

It smelt so good. There was lemon and parmesan crusted chicken breasts, sour cream and chive scallops, macaroni casserole, cheesy spinach and gobs of French bread.

"Who's coming over?", I asked.

Both of my parents looked at me guiltily.

"What?", I said. " "There's only three of us and even dad couldn't eat that much food, so I assu-, assum"

"Assumed?', my mother finished for me with a smile on her lips.

I glare at her for a second then continue to speak. "Yeah. I assumed someone was coming. It looks like a lot of someones.", I finished with wide eyes, staring at all the food on our dining table.

"Your right about that.", my dad said smiling at my mom.

"So, who is it?", I asked.

"Well, it's-", my mom started, but the door bell rang.

Dad ran to answer the door and I ran after him assuming it was the guests.

I stood behind him with my biggest smile ready for anything but this.

He walked through the door, with his funny smile staring right at me and I hated it.

I gave him the 'look' and ran back to the kitchen where I could see a small grin on my mother's face.

Traitors, they're all traitors. I hate them too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Best Friends~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zach

4 years old

This house is huge! I thought as my dad pulled up to the door in front of the long driveway.

All I knew was that these people were friends of my parents which meant this was business which meant I'd probably be put in some room with awful outdated games until they finished.

Good times right?

Anyway, the whole process was old to me. It'd been like this since I was two and they couldn't stay home with me anymore.

I just really hoped this time would be different.

My mom rang the bell and while we waited for the insanely rich person who owned the house to open the door, she gave me her usual look when we went to these things.

When they first started all this, my mom would tell me to be on my best behaviour; be polite but not greedy, be nice but don't be a pushover, stand up for yourself but don't be aggressive.

It was all very confusing then, but now I know how to hold myself. She doesn't even have to give me the look anymore, I just know.

A tall built man with short dirty blond hair and playful blue eyes opened the door. He didn't look over 30, which was still old.