Panda Note: Hello everyone! It's me again. As some of you might remember I wrote a story called 'Birdhouse In Your Soul'. This would be the sequel to that story. Now, this first part isn't the start of the story but the prologue. Chapter one should be up in a day or two. I want the first chapter to be all together and not a jumbled mess like it is right now. If you have no idea what I'm talking about and haven't read 'Birdhouse' I suggest you go to my profile page and read it. It's great to be back guys, I hope you like this sugary sweet little prologue! It was inspired by a writer for the CSI fandom, her name is Chelles on here. I suggest you read her stuff too, she's awesome!


Prologue

Freddie, Age 4


His little feet carried him over to a nice little pile of Ring Pops that his father and his best friend had been munching on. The two men were distracted by their wives, playing some sort of board game. He grabbed one off the table and went in search for his own friend, a little blond headed girl, who might not always be nice to him. He liked her though.

She was in his room, playing with his fire engine toy. He never understood why she bothered to, when her mommy would buy her dolls. She told him she'd rather have cars and soccer balls.

Her mommy didn't like that.

"What you want?" she grumbled, looking at the other four year old with boredom clearly evident on her face.

He shyly worked his way into the room, with the Ring Pop behind his back, slightly blushing as her brows scrunched up in confusion. She should have been used to his strange behavior over the short time she'd known him.

She wouldn't call them friends.

They were just two kids stuck together because their parents were constantly hanging out.

He looked like he wanted to tell her something, by the way that he kept bouncing on the tips of his toes.

"Marry me?" he asked, thrusting the ring out to her face.

"What's that?" she asked him, still confused.

"This is a ring." he stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What does 'marry' mean?"

"I saw it on mommy's shows. The man asked a lady to 'marry' him."

"You don't even know what it means!" she accused, giving him an irritated glare.

"Uh huh!" he defended, pouting out his bottom lip. "It's when you play house, like our mommy's and daddy's do!" he stated with a know-it-all air about it.

Sam hated being confused about simple situations, like this. It should make sense, but nothing was registering. Why would Freddie want to 'play house' with her?

"You're stupid." she said and stood up.

"That's not nice! Mommy says that's a bad word."

"Your mommy is stupid too." she walked up to him then and pushed him on his butt. After this act she exited the bedroom.

"Was that a yes?" he asked, not even bothered by the fact that she'd pushed him down.

"I guess, but you're the wife." she laughed, her head poking out from outside the door. He grinned and rushed after her, holding out the ring for her to take. She raised an eyebrow and snatched it, then shoved it into her mouth. "Playing house tastes good." she laughed and headed downstairs.

As much of a weirdo as he was, it might be fun to play house with him, she concluded.


Panda Note: This is a bit um...something. It's short, because it was meant to be. I hope you're all ready for a nice sequel. I'm still working on the first chapter, but let me know what you think should go down in this one. I do enjoy all your opinions. See you guys in the first chapter!!