A/N: Hello, anybody who has read my story! If you're wondering why I deleted the story that I already had, it's because I realized it was utterly terrible! I am now starting over! Happy June 27, everyone. (Because everyday should be happy!)
By the way, this takes place a year after the series ended, so Sarah is sixteen and James is fifteen. And the kawaii Henri is nine. :)
This was the third time that James had almost chopped his fingers off while printing something, and he knew that chopping off his fingers, any of his fingers, would not be a good thing at all. After all, he did need fingers for doing just about everything...
The reason he had nearly cut off his fingers multiple times wasn't because he was tired, and it wasn't because he was sick. Actually, it was because he was sick. But he wasn't contagious and he couldn't die... Because he was merely lovesick. All day long, he had been sidetracked by a certain somebody, entranced by a certain young lady. A certain young lady with striking green eyes, fiery red hair, and a personality to match. She was simply wearing her usual outfit, a casual dress and her beloved locket, but James felt as though he would still be in love with her if she was wearing rags.
He was, of course, pleased that she was still wearing her locket, even after all this time. It had been a gift from himself, and it had been created from his most prized possession.
The reason James had given her the locket in the first place was because, after Henri and Moses suggested it, he felt that she needed it more than him. It really only connected him to bad memories and reminded him that his parents were dead, reminded him that they were never coming back. But as for Sarah... She needed the locket to help her hold onto hope, to hold onto the hope that her father was still alive, that he would still come back. She needed it for comfort, and she needed it more than James did. Besides, it would also be a friendship token from her very first friends in America.
And even though the blonde boy and the ginger-haired girl often got themselves into arguments... And sometimes awful predicaments while reporting (all because of their arguments), they had still become friends, then best friends, and then had become trusted companions to each other. They could confide anything in each other, and they could trust each other to always keep secrets. Sometimes, either of them would rile up the other for fun or amusement, maybe out of boredom, and only occasionally because they actually disagreed. Their arguments, however, had become endearing and amusing to everyone in the household, inluding themselves.
And James knew, after coming close to chopping his fingers off for the third time, that Sarah would always be more than an acquaintance, more than a friend.
She would always be his distraction.
