Just a boy and a girl

Prelouge

Kenzie's P.O.V

It all started back in 2007. I was a chubby little girl, I always have been. I'm the oldest Grandchild to my beloved Grandma and Grandpa Talsma. I've never had a stable father figure and my Grandpa turned out to be that for me. He always cared, he was always there to listen. To this day he is still one of the least judgmental people I've ever met. Grandpa loves tractors. He collects David Bradley Garden Tractors. He used to let me work on them with him, and when I turned five, he decided to take me along with him to the Riverbend Steam and Gas Association. When I got there, I was walking around with my grandpa, and I saw a little girl about my age, sitting in the back corner of the show grounds. I looked at my grandpa and asked if I could go talk to her for a few minutes. He said sure, and he knew her parents. I walked up to her and she looked annoyed, scared, surprised, and anti social all at the same time. But at my age, those were foreign emotions to me. I was a social butterfly, and I never was anything but happy. "Hi, I'm Kenzie. This is my first year coming here. My grandpa said if I like it here we can come here every year together. I think you're pretty. We should be friends. Let's go play." I had no shame. I didn't care if I was talking too much, or if she thought I was crazy because she was going to be my friend no matter what. She looked at me with pure disgust.
"There is no way I'm going with you. I'd rather sit here." She told me. Did that stop me? No.
"It wasn't an optional answer. Come on, we're going to be friends. Best friends." I grabbed her hand before she could even say anything, and I dragged her up off the plastic chair she was sitting on.

We walked towards my grandpa and I said, "Gramps, this is my new friend. We're going to walk back to the canopy together. I love you!" He just said okay, and my new friend and I walked away, hand in hand. As we were walking, I looked at her and said, "What even is your name?"
She replied, "Brooke. It's short for Brooklynn." I smiled at her and we kept walking.

When we got to my canopy, she looked at it and said to me, "This is not a canopy. This is a tent." That started our first fight. To this day we still haven't settled the matter.

As we were sitting at my canopy, we saw a huge bus-type thing go by, being pulled by a big green tractor. I looked at Brooke and said, "We should go on there. It looks like fun."
"We should wait until it stops, I don't like people." Said Brooke in response. I agreed, and when we saw that it had stopped, we ran to get on it. The man that was pulling it with his tractor saw us and called out to us,
"This is the new people mover, girls. I'm not pulling it anymore right now, but you are more than welcome to sit on here. Just don't break anything." He drove off and Brooke and I ended up sitting and playing on that thing for hours. We talked about our lives to each other, and as I told her, we became best friends.

After we got bored of sitting on the people mover, Brooklynn suggested that we go to a different tent and see what's in it. We walked up to the white tent and the man told us that if we could name three items in there that we could choose a bandana for ourselves. I looked around and I saw a bunch of items that I had seen at Great Grandpa and Grandma Talsma's house that my grandpa had taught me what they were. I pointed out three different items and he looked pleased. He told us that we could both have a bandana, and that I was a very smart girl. I blushed and said thank you, and we headed out of the tent.

The rest? Well... The rest is history.