I got this idea from my friend Emma...and yeah...I was bored today, so I wrote this...
I'm Sam, my friend Isaac is Tucker, and my friend Heather is Valerie Grey. Everything in this story really happened...unfortunately...
Crushed
"Tucker, what are you doing?" Nine year old Sam Manson asked her friend as they were playing outside during recess in the snow.
"I'm making a pot to roast hot dogs…" He said confidently as he continued molding the snow into a pot.
"They're not called hot dogs stupid, they're called wieners…" Sam said annoyed, as she crouched down beside him.
"Nuh-uh…" Tucker threw down his pile of snow angrily and stood up.
"Yes, they are. My mom calls them that…" Sam stood up and crossed her arms.
"Are you gonna help me make it or not?" Tucker said as he crossed his arms.
"What else would I do I hang out with you everyday at recess?" She sat down and started to mold the snow.
Tucker sat down beside her and just stared at her as she molded the snow.
"What the heck Tucker, quit staring at me." Sam said as soon as she noticed him staring at her.
"But you're so pretty…" Tucker said as he smiled.
Sam blushed a little bit as she continued molding the snow, "If you don't shut up I'm gonna have to kiss you."
"Ew!" Tucker yelled, "If you kiss me out here our lips would be frozen together!"
Sam backed away from Tucker and they both yelled, "EW!!!"
Then they shrugged and started molding the snow again.
"Would you kiss me?" Tucker asked shyly.
Sam's reply was throwing a snowball in his face as she said, "Even though we're going out we're too young to kiss."
Present:
"Ugh, Tucker I can't believe we went out in third grade." Fourteen year old Sam Manson said during one of their boring classes.
"You guys went out in third grade!?!" Valerie Grey shrieked.
Sam just nodded.
Tucker looked up above him dreamily, "That was the best year of my life."
Sam slapped him across the arm, "If you keep saying that then I'll make this the worst year of your life."
Tucker looked offended and backed away from Sam, "I was just joking. Besides you brought up the subject."
"That doesn't mean you still don't like her Tucker." Valerie taunted, "And Sam, why did you bring up the subject?"
"Well…I…uh…LOOK SQUIRRELS!!!"
"What?" Tucker and Valerie looked away as Sam ran off.
Tucker looked over at Valerie, "Do you think she likes me?"
Valerie opened her mouth and then shook her head, "You'd have a better chance dating your mom at this point."
"Why doesn't she like me?"
"Your mom?"
"NO!"
"Oh…I don't know! Stop liking her!" Valerie slapped him across the arm and walked away.
Geeze, now I know how Emma feels...