"Michael, this is Isabella," His mum said pushing him towards me as I hid behind my mum,
"Isabella, you're not shy why are you hiding behind my leg?" My mum laughed pushing me lightly from behind her leg,
"Sorry mummy," I whispered letting go of my mum's hand and looking at 'Michael'. He smiled at me and put his small chubby hand out for me to take. I looked at my mum, who nodded her head, and then put my delicate hand in his. I smiled weakly at him and was soon pulled up the stairs,
"Gentle Michael!" His mum snapped,
"Sorry," He giggled, I looked at my mum with fear in my eyes as she laughed and put her arm around Michael's mum who I think is called Karen. The boy pulled me into a toy room and let go of my hand as he grabbed a red truck,
"How old are you?" He asked,
"Three," I answered, although it sounded like I said 'twee' because I had little bit of a lisp,
"I'm four; I turned it eight days ago,"
"You're old," I said giggling as I sat next to him,
"Do you want to be friends?" He asked,
"Yes,"
"Let's be friends then, do you want this truck and I'll get my blue one?"
"Yeah sure," I said shrugging my shoulders.
We played with the trucks for hours; really we just crashed them into each other and laughed. My mum called for me from downstairs and we both moaned,
"I'll see you tomorrow Michael," I said standing up, he smiled and pulled me into a hug,
"Best friends?" He asked putting his pinkie out, I nodded and linked my pinkie with his laughing slightly,
"You're my first best friend,"
"Hopefully I'll be your first everything," He said smiling, "Like, first person to push you into the sand, first person you sing to,"
"I'd like that," I smiled hugging him again,
"Bye Michael,"
"Bye Isabella,"
"Call me Bell," I said smiling and running out of the toy room.
And he was my first everything.
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