I'm gonna attempt to write a new story. So yeah...anyways Clare is 6 and Eli is 7 in this.

"Clare! Look what I found by the river!" a young Eli exclaimed while holding up a dead frog in Clare's face.

"Ewwie, Eli! Get that away from me!" Clare yelped, running towards a Royal Poinciana tree.

"Come on, Clare...it's only a froggie!" Eli pouted.

"No. No. No. They're gross. Eli, what would my mommy say if she saw me around a dead froggie? Oh no. No. No." She shook her head in disbelief.

Eli set down the frog by the roots of the tree, "We can...bury him...here?"

"Yeah. This will be a pretty place to bury Mr. Froggers...with all the nice orange-red flowers. He'll love it." She smiled from cheek to cheek.

"Mr. Froggers? And Clare he's dead, he can't see the flowers."

"From heaven he can! And yeah, I'm naming him Mr. Froggers. Eli...it'd be mean to be buried when never having a name." She frowned.

"You're right, and good thing we brought our pails and shovels!"

Eli and Clare kneeled down to the ground and began to dig a tiny hole for the frog.

Their tiny hands furiously held their small shovels tightly as they dug. Clare slightly stumbled back and fell on her behind, "Crap."

As quickly as she said that is as quickly as her small hand slapped to her face, covering her mouth.

Eli had a shocked look across his face, not believing that Clare just cursed. His mommy always told him no one his age should say words like that.

"I can't believe you said the "C" word."

"Oh my, Eli. I didn't mean to, I promise!" Clare declared.

"Your mommy and my mommy are going to be so upset with you. That's a bad word and we're not suppose to say that." Eli stated.

Clare looked up at him with her baby blue eyes filled with tears ready to spill over. "I-I don't want to get in trouble."

It pained Eli so much to see his best friend Clare cry. He inched closer to her and lightly wrapped his frail arms around her pulling her into a hug. "It's okay, Clare. Please don't cry. Please don't cry. It was a mistake; I know you didn't mean to." He cooed in her ear.

She sniffled, "But my m-mommy is going to find out and I'm going to be in big trouble."

"No, I won't tell anyone. I promise." Eli said reassuringly.

Her eyes lit up. "Pinky promise?"

She stuck out her pinky and as they locked pinkies, he smirked slightly, "Yeah, pinky promise."

She smiled a toothy smile and giggled as she picked up her shovel, "Than let's get back to work, Elijah!"

Eli stuck out his tongue at her, "Don't call me Elijah unless you want me to call you Clare-Bear, like stinky Jenna does!" he playfully threatened.

Clare's mouth made an O shape, "No way! I don't like Jenna or her dumb name for me...you know, Eli?"

"What?"

"Jenna...the other day..said I had..ugly eyes. It hurt me a lot." She looked down at her feet.

"That's crazy, Clare! She's just mad because yours are prettier than hers..."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yeah! You have...a pretty pair of blue eyed birds."

Red appeared across Clare's cheeks as she began to blush. Eli had neve really complimented her in a way like this.

"...Thank you.." She mumbled not wanting to look up at him.

"Hey, what do you say about craving our names in the tree...?" Eli suggested.

"That'd be so cool!"

Eli pulled out a small key from his pocket and walked over to the tree.

"Where should we put it?"

Clare pointed to the middle, "Right here."

Eli wrote out Eli + Clare.

"How does it look?"

"It looks awesome. You're awesome! Eli, you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world."

Should I continue?