Lil' Missy

The looks the others gave the teen and girl who were standing at each others sides, grasping onto one anothers hands, mightve made you think they had any type of relativity. But that wasnt the case. In fact, Clem had only known her for a couple months or so. She couldnt possibly be a mom for the kid, or a sister, or an aunt, or any of her relatives. She was simply just "Clementine" to her. Nothing else. But no matter what Clem had told herself, no matter how many times she had to repeat the same sentence to anyone and everyone. "Oh im not her sister." "No im not her mom either..", she still couldnt make her heart feel otherwise. Because, even if she was just "Clementine" to Bethany, Bethany was never just "Bethany" to Clementine. She was more than that. In fact Clementine was never just "Clementine" to Bethany either. Both of them knew this yet never dared to speak of it. Even though the brunettes hand gripped the little girls arm more tightly, it still had the same gentleness and warmness, making Bethany never want to let go. And she didnt. They just stood there. Waiting..