They grew up together, this loud brash blond beautiful girl and this lazy dark boy with his eyes half-lidded.
They grew up together, so they go everywhere together. They train together, even though the slacker pineapple-haired boy is always telling the noisy pretty girl that he's too tired, or hungry, or lazy, or any of a million other things, to work. They eat ramen together. Sometimes they eat barbecued meat with their big happy friend and his new number one person. The lazy lidded-eye boy even helps the obnoxious blond girl in her little flower shop sometimes. And sometimes the loud brash girl goes soft and quiet and nice when she's watching clouds with the dark boy.
They grew up together, so they know everything about each other. The blond girl knows how the tough lazy boy with his eyes half-lidded jerked his eyes all the way open when he got his ear pierced. The lazy boy knows exactly how many tears the loud brash blond girl cried when she fought with her best friend over a boy neither of them like anymore. And they both know that if they tell each other something really important, like 'I-just-had-my-first-hangover-and-puked-all-over-the-person-I-woke-up-next-to' important, or 'my-parents-are-getting-divorced' important, the other won't tell anyone. The loud girl can keep secrets sometimes, when she really wants to — but only the lazy boy's secrets.
They grew up together, so they yell and scream at each other sometimes. The beautiful loud obnoxious girl can't help herself sometimes, because she's just too impatient to keep her anger locked up inside and she's never been the type to count to ten and calm down. And even the lazy dark boy with the half-lidded eyes gets mad sometimes, when he just can't handle the yelling and the nagging and the noise anymore. He shouts. Whenever he does that, the blond beautiful girl gets really, really scared. And when the tough lazy dark boy with the black, black eyes sees her scared, he goes back to being silent, because something inside him hurts when the blond beautiful loud brash obnoxious girl is scared.
They grew up together, fighting, playing, laughing, crying. They grew up together, and they really don't know what they'd do if they hadn't. Because if they hadn't, who would they yell at? Who would they talk to? Who would they watch clouds with?
They grew up together, this loud brash blond beautiful girl and this lazy dark boy with his eyes half-lidded.
