Six years ago.
Carlos POV
Nine year old me was sitting on the floor of the market, watching adults dance to a really catchy song. My eyes were drawn to a small boy my age at the front of the crowd. He was tanned, his hair was long and he was dressed in leather. When the song, finished, the boy walked over to me.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?"
"My mother's stressing me out." I sighed. The boy sat next to me. "I'm Carlos."
"I'm Jay." The boy shook hands with me.
"Who's your evil parent? Mine's Cruella De Vil."
"Jafar."
"That's cool."
"Sort of. He expects me to steal a lot. And I mean a lot." Jay laughed. I saw his pockets stuffed with different items.
"What was that song?" I asked him.
"Rotten To The Core. I always make sure I open my ears so I can dance in the group."
"You were the best in my opinion."
"Thanks." Jay smiled at her. "I better get home. Bye, Carlos."
"Bye, Jay." I watched the cutie walk away.
"Why were you talking to Jay?" Mal, one of my best mates, walked up to me with my other best mate, Evie.
"We were just...talking." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Did you see the adults dance?" Evie sat down next to me.
"They were dancing right in front of me, Evie." I laughed.
"I thought they were incredible." Mal sat on the other side of me.
"Jay was the best dancer." I started thinking of Jay.
