Childhood Friends, and Nothing More

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Prologue

                “Give me back my toy,” the small four year old girl ordered as she stood in front of the small boy her age. She pouted her small lips, and folded her arms over her chest in anger, her hazel eyes sending fuming glares at the boy.

                “Nope,” the little boy declared, he gave her a sheepish grin his cheeks flushed as he raised the doll to the sky.

                “Josh! Give it back! She is my doll not yours!” The little girl fumed, her arms reaching up to try and get her precious Barbie doll back from the boy. Her short hair swayed along with the summer breeze as she struggled to rise on her tippy-toes.

                The boy laughed at the girl’s exasperated face, and lifted the doll higher so she wouldn’t reach it. The girl stretched her fingers high but to no avail she could not reach the doll. The little girl decided to stop, and looked at the boy with a tearful look.

                He noticed the way her precious eyes became to water just like when his mom cried every time she was watching those cheesy movies, and he felt a weird stinging pain in his chest at the thought of seeing Emily cry. So he just shoved the doll into Emily’s arms, adverting his gaze away from her.

                “There, now don’t cry,” he demanded his tone laced with seriousness as his frown deepened. “I don’t like it when girls cry,” he mumbled lowly.

                “You idiot! If you ever get my doll again I’ll make sure to cry really hard!” Emily exclaimed as she brought her empty hand to her eyes and wiped away a few stray tears.

                “Fine I promise not to do it again,” he grumbled angrily shaking his head at the bipolar girl he actually had as a friend.

                “I don’t trust you,” she replied with furrowed eyebrows.

                “Fine, let’s pinky promise then,” he suggested taking out his pinky and intertwining it with hers. “I promise not to steal anymore of Emily’s dolls. Happy?”

                “A bit,” she grumbled a small smile tugging on her lips.

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