Owen sighed as he sat in the corner of his kindergarten class. It was his first day and all of his fears were quickly being realized. Of course he didn't know any one. It was impossible to make friends when your family lived as far out of town as his did. The teacher had called on every one to stand and introduce themselves. Every one started to make fun of his hight and his voice had cracked as he said his name.
After that humiliation, he would have happily remained alone and silent in his corner for the rest of the day if the teacher hadn't decided on an activity that required the class to group into pairs. The other students were easily finding partners in siblings or neighbors. He, on the other hand, was left glancing around the room, wondering who would be the odd one out that was forced to work with the class freak.
"Can I be your partner?"
He jumped at the voice and quickly looked up to see a tiny, fluffy, blond staring down at him expectantly. "W-What?" he stuttered. Why did he have to stutter?
"I asked if I could be your partner," he shifted away as she sat next to him and looked around to see if any one was watching. Maybe some one put her up to this?
"Sure. I don't mind," he said after he was a bit more confident this wasn't some joke. Though, he was now aware that he didn't remember any ones names. "I'm Owen," he blushed and looked down as she laughed at the repeated introduction.
"I'm Wellesley," she grinned as she introduced her self. She was missing a tooth.
Owen smiled back, shyly.
"Which colors do you two want?" the teacher asked.
"Blue!" she stated excitedly.
"Can I have red?" he asked.
The teacher handed them each a stack of five pieces of paper in the colors they requested along with a box of crayons, "Ok class," she started as she made her way back to the front of the room, "Today, you and your new found friend, are going to make a book. It is completely up to the two of you what you make it about and what your books look like. If you want any help, just ask.
"Can we write a story about a sheep?" Wellesley asked.
"Ok. Can it have a dragon too?" Owen winced as the other students started arguing about what their stories should be. He hoped they wouldn't argue too. He hated arguing.
"Ok. But only if they can be friends! I don't want your dragon to eat my sheep," she pouted as she started messily drawing a fluffy lamb with a white crayon on the blue nodded excitedly and started drawing his dragon with a black crayon.
By the time lunch rolled around they had finished their book and the teacher had bound it with yarn. It was a nice story about a dragon saving a lamb from it's farmer.
"I really like it, we should draw more things together," Wellesley said as they got in line to go to lunch.
Owen made sure that he was the last in line and watched as his new friend bounced in front of himself, "That sounds fun." He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt for a moment before speaking up, "Hey, um, can I call you Wes?" Wellesley was really long and a little hard to say but he thought it would be rude to say so out loud.
"I don't mind. I've never had a nickname before," she smiled back at him.
He quickly looked down and continued fidgeting. Her smile was really cute and he was beginning to understand the 'butterflies in the stomach' feeling that his mother tried to explain to him once. So did that mean he was developing a crush? As he pondered this possibility, he failed to notice that the line had stopped. He bumped into Wes who turned to frown at him.
He held up his hands defensively, "I didn't mean to. I swear." She pouted before turning away and leaving him to sulk. Great, now she probably hated him.
Lunch passed in silence and, when they retook their seats in class, she still wasn't speaking to him. He scribbled a crying dragon onto a sheet of paper with the words 'I am sory' on the bottom before passing it to her. He nervously watched her look it over before she looked up at him with a grin. "You're sweet," she said before leaning over and placing a quick kiss on his cheek, "I forgive you."
He felt his cheeks grow warm. He wanted to say thank you. Wanted to will himself to make any kind of noise. Instead, he felt a lopsided smile find it's way onto his face and he slowly looked back at the table.
AN: More of a teaser chapter than anything me thinks. I swear the second one will be longer. I hope this was enough that you'll stick around for chapter two!