the memory i have of you -

memory two

flash forward to a year and a half through third grade.

"kara your cookies suck butt," you said one saturday afternoon.
this is when you had figured out the language of the big fifth graders and sixth graders and you were trying it out on me.

i glared at you and frowned,

"they do not, your cookies are the ones that suck butt!" i was offended by your ruthlessness and  insult to my baking skills. 

"no foul language," my mother scolded lightly while she greased the next cookie tray.

you grinned and flashed your green eyes at me before scooping out cookie dough to eat.

"ha you got in trouble by mom," you smirked.
at this point my mom had become yours and yours had become mine.

somehow, after that first day on the playground we became friends. you made me hang out with you despite my nervousness. you told me what you liked, silly bands, basketball and baseball, pretty girls, cookie dough, and vanilla ice cream.

"so what? she would yell at you too," i exasperated before sticking out my tongue and then stealing cookie dough from your bowl.

"but she didn't so take that. besides she loves me better anyways," you smiled with a glint of something in your eyes. something i couldn't place, some thing i didn't want to think about.

i threw a cookie at you amongst other things, which resulted in a food fight and mom joining in.

"axel!" i squealed as you threw a cup of water at me, cup and all.

i was drenched and i was determined to drench you back.

i grabbed the handle of the sink like i had seen on t.v. and pulled the nozzle down to spray.

i sprayed with as much force as i could and you screamed and ran as water covered the kitchen counters. the cabinets were dripping, and i knew mom would be mad at us later.

we all laughed as i chased you down. you shielded yourself from the attack as i let you know exactly what i thought.

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we were young together and that's something i would always remember.