"Can we play on the jungle gym at recess today?" I asked, looking over at the blue eyed boy. He sighed deeply, putting his jacket on and zipping it up. I didn't have to put mine on since I brought a sweatshirt to wear today and it was already a bit chilly in the class rooms today so I left it on. "I just want to play on the slides and all." I added, looking down at the black carpeted flooring.

"Do we have to?" He replied, simply as he pulled the silver zipper to his coat down a bit more. He walked towards the line of other kids our age; each of us getting in line to go outside and play. "I have to do some extra class work; we will tomorrow," He said, smiling down at me. "I promise." He insured, making me smile. I then got behind him in line as we waited for us to be dismissed to run outside.

I heard someone groaning behind me and the shuffling of fabric scrapping against the white stone walls. I turned around, seeing a little girl, her eyes shut as she struggled to put her (FavoriteColor) jacket on. Her (HairColor) hair was pulled into a ponytail with a flower on the side of the holder of it, and it was cute to me.

"D-do you need help?" I offered, watching as she stopped her struggling. She looked at me; I seeing her (EyeColor) eyes stare into my brown ones. When I looked at her, I felt myself starting to become nervous.

"Please…" She whispered as she looked down at the fabric on the jacket.

And then I walked over to her; my fingers straightening out the sleeves as well as well as I could. The fabric on the jacket was thick and a bit difficult to manipulate but once I got it to my desired arrangement I took the zipper and slid it midway up her chest and flashed her a smile.

"There you go!" I cheered, she smiling back towards me, this making me smile even more. Was this what Papa called young love? I remember him going on and on about how beautiful love between two young people was considered a beautiful thing, but how do you know whether it's love or not? I thought she was as cute as a button; her rosy cheeks and her big (EyeColor) eyes melted my already young heart and I didn't see a sign of it stopping.

"Thank you." She said as she stepped a head of me to walk in line. She went with her friends while I went back to mine.

Once I got back behind my blue eyed, blonde haired friend we were all allowed to go outside now.

The air was cooler than usual as he exited the inside of the classroom. The green leaves were all around us since this area had had bad storms a few days ahead of today. The teachers had already informed us to stay away from the trees and all those types of things because of the possibility of lose branches.

Everyone ran in opposite directions but me and my friend; we walking straight on the sides of the playgrounds where the teachers were unable to see us. Here, we'd do anything; talk, gossip (one of the mostly practiced), draw, finish work or play card games. My friend was a lot of fun once in a while, but he was normally very serious.

He sat down on the dry ground under one of the trees, I stopping dead in my tracks.

"They said not to get near the trees." I said, standing in front of him. He waved his hand, laughing a bit.

"My brother says if they were big enough to kill someone they would have fallen by now." He replied, pulling out his homework he 'forgot' to finish. He says he has a lot to do when he gets home because his brother doesn't do all of it because he's busy with something. I ask him what his brother does and he says he doesn't know.

He says his brother has weird eyes; I wouldn't know, I've never meet him.

"But what if a little one kills us?" I worried; I was such a worrying type of person. He rolled his eyes. I knew I wasn't going to persuade him so I just gave in and sat next to him, watching him take his lead pencil and write his name, but for the life of me, I couldn't see his name; it just looking like scribbles.

Instead, I looked out at the other kids playing on the jungle gyms that I wanted to play on but, instead, I sat here and listened to him do his homework under a tree that we were told to not be around. I sometimes wonder if he likes me or not as a friend. Whenever I would ask Papa he'd always say 'if he didn't like you he wouldn't be around you'. I admired those answers because it always made me feel better.

And besides, he and I have been good friends for a while. But today, for some reason, I couldn't remember his name to save my life. What kind of friend am I for not remembering my best friend's name? I knew he remembered mine because he said it earlier this morning at breakfast in the cafeteria.

I saw that one girl that I helped with her jacket. She was so cute; she was playing with some other girls; I could remember their names, either. What a weird day; I can't remember anything!

I looked back over towards my blue eyed, blond haired friend who still continued scribbling something on his paper. This time I think he really was scribbling; trying to think, probably.

But I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes as I fell onto the green grass behind me, I taking one blade in between my fingers and pulled it out of the earth, bringing it to my view as I opened my eyes. Then, I began to rip it apart with my finger nails. I accidently dropped a piece of the blades of grass, it falling into my mouth. I sat up quickly, spitting it out and couching a bit.

He looked at me strangely.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a laugh at the end of his sentence. I looked over at him, laughing as well. "Why'd you spit?" He also added, going back to his work.

"I dropped grass in my mouth." I informed. He chuckled, keeping his eye on the paper.

"You're funny." He said, but he mumbled something at the end of his sentence; I was unable to hear it, but after he murmured that, he looked over towards the ground more and sucked his lips in.

I didn't pay too much attention to him because he'd always mumbled things a lot.

But then, I heard something snap, I flinched in response. I looked over at my friend, he seeming calm despite the fact that something just made an unpleasant sound.

"Did you hear that?!" I asked in a panicked voice, he kept his blue eyes on the paper, shaking his head.

"No." He started, taking his pencil, tapping it on his chin. He looked at me. "You're hearing things." He smiled. I normally would smile, but right now I was a tad bit fearful.

But then, I heard something snap off completely. I looked up, quickly, seeing a large chunk of the tree hurdling towards us. I screamed, moving my head back down as I panicked; shouting to tell my friend to move out of the way.

I felt something hit my head, and it all went black.

But once I started to come through within what seemed to be a mere matter of seconds, I sat up to see a circle of kids around us; that one girl with the (FavoriteColor) jacket standing with them as well as one of the teachers pushed all the kids away from me and my friend while the other was having a panic attack.

I placed my hand on my head, feeling a wet spot on my scalp. Then, I turned my head quickly, seeing some little boy screaming and crying to get to me; his hair a tad bit darker than mine and cussing excessively. I looked over towards my side, and I saw a little body covered in the large branch that I had no idea got there. All I remembered was screaming and blacked out.

"C-Call an ambulance!" Some women shouted, the other one nodding her head as she took out her phone quickly.

I looked closer at the little boy; I seeing his and the branch splattered with blood. I felt myself wanting to scream; so I did.

"Feli!" The woman shouted rather loudly, trying to pull the branch off of the other little boy. "Stop screaming! You and your friend will be alright!" She informed, doing a terrible job trying to comfort me.

And that little boy was my friend?

Oh wait! I remember his name! It was –

"Ah!" He screamed from his bed, sitting up right as soon as he woke up. He then looked down at his hands, seeing they were free of blood. He took a sigh of relief and looked over at the clock, seeing that it was time for him to wake up anyway.

He disarmed the alarm clock before its ringing could enter his ears. He covered his feet back up with the red and gold colored covers; letting himself become warm before he braved the flooring in the hallways which were always cold when the air conditioner roared.

Once his feet were at the warmth he deemed worthy, he uncovered himself and walked to the shower.

'It's slowly coming back to me.' He admitted silently to himself; turning the shower's head on. He then took off his white T-shirt, throwing it on the toilet's lid, then untied his blue and green flannel pajama buttons and put them on top of his night shirt.

He tested the water with his pale hand; feeling that it was warm enough for him to jump in.

'I know that little girl.' He went on in his mind as he took the rag, squirting body wash into the dark red rag, rubbing the sides together to make it foam. 'Whenever I dream about her, I feel this giddiness.'

"Feliciano!" He heard a familiar voice shout from the other side of the door. "Ludwig's here!"

"Oh," He shouted back towards his brother, Lovino. "Tell him to wait, please!" He added, washing his chest. "I'm in the shower."

"Obviously!" Lovino said, walking down the steps. He saw Ludwig's tall figure, giving him a small glare. "He said to tell your dumbass to wait." He hissed, making him roll his eyes.

The two exchanged their evil looks but decided to leave it at that.

"Wait!" Feliciano started aloud this time, he pointing his finger into the steamy air, smiling. 'I have a yearbook; maybe then I can find the two!' He silently cheered to himself, rushing his shower, jumping out of it quickly as he dried himself off, redressing himself as he quickly ran to his room to dress himself in his everyday attire.

The two stood in the kitchen with the air as thick as smoke; waiting for Feliciano to come back down the stairs to cut through the tension between the two. They couldn't stand each other.

Well, it was more Lovino not being able to stand Ludwig; Ludwig just treated Lovino the way he treated him.

And right before he was certain Lovino was reaching in the drawer for a knife, Feliciano came down the stairs fully dressed and a large smile plastered to his lips. Ludwig returned the smile, he waving towards him.

"Good morning!" Feliciano greeted, walking to the door. "Bye, Lovino!" He said, departing from him as he opened the door for him and his friend, they walking out together. He looked back to see Lovino wave back at him with an angered expression. He never understood why whenever he say Ludwig he'd get so flustered.

"Good morning to you, Feli." He smiled down at him, his blue eyes shutting. Feliciano looked at his hair; seeing that one strain was peeking out of the uniformly other's that were slicked back with precisely with delicate fingers.

He then saw Ludwig turn away to mumble something, but he didn't mind; he always mumbled.