I swear (Book One)

KNEW YOU

TREVOR'S P.O.V.

Whoa! I didn't mean to make her cry, I mean, yes, I don't believe in fairy tales, I'm just expressing my opinion!

"Oh no!"

"..."

"I'm sorry!" I grabbed my handkerchief and passed it to her, and she refused! Seriously! What's with her and fairy tales?

"tsk!" I clicked my tongue, seems like I have to do this by myself.

I wiped her tears away while chanting "I'm sorry", I know, pretty lame huh? but she seemed as if she liked it.

I smiled, I never made a girl happy, never knew it would feel good.

Wait I forgot to introduce myself.

"Hi! I'm Trevor Phillips"

She smiled!

"Yeah, I'm like Prince Philip from the story." I said to cheer her up, it feels good to make somebody happy.

Her smile grew even bigger!

"I'm sorry, okay?" I apologized

"Fine! I'll forgive you, if you promise me you won't make me cry anymore!" she replied,

She forgave me! yes!

"Okay!" I replied.

Our pinky fingers locked, then our thumbs met, a perfect pinky promise. My first pinky promise!

* * * * *

Then we talked for, uhmm..., an hour?

I learned that her name's Taylor Kennedy and all that sorts of stuff. I learned that we're living next door to each other. Yeah! I have officially found myself a friend.

TAYLOR'S P.O.V.

While I'm on my way home... my mom kept teasing me about Trevor! Ugh!

*****

A year after, Trevor invited me to their home to attend his 7th birthday party.

My mom dressed me up real-well, because Trevor's Mom and her are now good friends, just like Trevor and I.

So we got there Mommy and I got surprised, because the party wasn't just as we expected, well it doesn't look like a birthday party at all.

Here let me describe it for you, walls are painted white, some signs of it being old and boring are showing off, some pictures hang on the wall, one of them fell off and now it's just lying on the floor waiting to be hung up, a small retro television with rust all over the antennas, an old dark gray wool kind of rug that seemed to have a stain of orange juice on one side (talk about clumsiness), two sofas with tapes and fabrics used to cover up holes, a dusty old central table, a simple kitchen islet painted with black, dusty old shelves, wooden cupboards, rusty windows and a small spiral staircase.

The place seems sad, dull for some reason.

"Here we are!" my mom greeted.

"Oh!Hi!" Trevor's mom replied.

"What a place!"

"Yeah," Mrs. Phillips agrees, rather lonely than cheerful

there was a bit of silence till...

"Oh! Trevor! Your friend is here!" Mrs. Philips calls out his son to break the awkwardness.

Why you ask? Well Mrs. Phillips wore the simplest clothes I've ever seen in the party, black top, a skirt that covers up her knee, wearing slippers, an apron wrapped around her waist, her hair was just secured with a clamp and just wearing her ever beautiful necklace, even though it doesn't look good in her clothes.

TREVOR'S P.O.V.

"Trevor! Your friend is here!" mom calls

I ran into my shoes, fixed my hair and ran downstairs. I'm so exited to see my best friend!

"Hey!" I greeted

She smiled and said "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks!" I really meant it, because before every time it's my birthday my mom is only person who greets me at my birthday.

"Now let's eat!" mom announced, she cut my thoughts when she said that.

"Yah!" Taylor said cheerfully, aww this girl never gets full. I smiled at the thought.

We finished eating. Taylor sat next to me at the couch.

"So, what should we do next?"

"I don't know, do you?"

"Nope"

"hmmm....." maybe I should show her my room.

"I know!"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my room.

While we're on our way...

"Wait!" she says

"Where are we going?" was all that came out from her mouth.

Then finally we're here!

TAYLOR'S P.O.V

My hand actually hurt, but I can't cry here, not on his birthday, but I want to. Anyways, we reached a room that have walls that are painted with blue that's just like superman's costume, wooden floor, a blue bed with a single pillow, and two cabinets. This place is a total opposite of my room. Then he opened up his cabinet and pulled out a game of the generals game.

"Wanna play?" he invited

"uhmm... I don't know."

"Why?"

"Well obviously, I have no idea idea how to play it."

"Oh, that's no problem."

Then the only thing I realized was now I know how to play the game of the generals.

While playing the game, we talked about a bunch of crazy stuff. I don't know why, but when he's talking to me I feel like he someone older, but he's absolutely not.