Boy s POV
It feels like such a long time ago, she was in my room and we would laugh and play games. Even at five years old I was convinced that she was something more than just a friend. Which explains the home videos of saying I love her and I m going to marry her My parents would watch that clip over and over and laugh their heads off. But every time I see it I want to cry. Which is kind of pathetic or really pathetic. I.....you d think that after eleven years of not calls no letters not even photos that I would forget about her, but I can t. Every memory with her is as clear as day. And when I feel I m starting to forget I start watching those home videos. And I know it s creepy to be looking at a five year old the way I do but when I see those features I can only imagine what she must look like now. Pale face the palest I ve ever seen. Dark ebony hair and wide eyes that I could fall into if I look to long. And I think Gwen.
Girl s POV
Wow it s really been that long since I ve been to my dad s house? I moved away with my mom and my brother when I was only five. My dad begged my mom to stay but it s not like I could tell what they were saying. When it was time to go I didn t even get to say goodbye to my best friend the best I ve ever had. I mean nowadays all the girls just want to talk about movie stars and magazines. I can t deal with that shit. But my friend wasn t a girl, and that was a problem with the local kindergartners. Ha Some girl Heather that I barely remember now told me it was bad to have a boy as a friend. She said that they had cooties. I didn t know what that was but I sure as hell didn t want any. She also told me that black was for boys that I should wear pink, orange, or yellow you get what I mean. So I was at her house when Trent came in his tricycle and asked me to marry him. I had no clue what that meant. But I had to learn the hard way that they don t always work out. Go away Trent Gwen has new friends now she doesn t need you anymore Man even a five years old this girl was a bitch. The look on his face was enough to make me say. Shut up Heather I m don t care if I get cooties I m not afraid of anything I got on the tricycle with him and left, as soon as we got his house we threw the pink outfit I was wearing in his fireplace. He lent me some of his clothes. Then I went next door to my house. My mom asked Why are you wearing boy clothes? I looked at her and said I don t care if I wear boy clothes I m not afraid of cooties She just laughed and I mean laughed.