I squealed the whole way through the Isa/Lea scene. Birth by sleep is amazing, you should all go out and play it! This is supposed to be all choppy, and well, you'll see.. so please don't shoot me D: Reviews are love, I hope you enjoy.

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You're five years old when you first meet, at the park –the one with the swings and the pond and the purple slide- and his frisbee smacks you across the face and you cry and cry because you're five years old and it hurts, it hurts. He gives you his favourite hat as compensation, and you feed the ducks and build a sandcastle, and he's suddenly your best friend in the whole entire world.

You're six years old when you both start school, he's all nervous so you hold his hand, and he sits next to you and chews on all your pencils, and his face is as red as his hair when anyone else tries to talk to him, which makes you feel special. And he throws blocks at you, and you attack him with pillows from the reading corner, and the two of you are the best of friends.

You're eight years old, and you buy him new frisbees for his birthday, frisbees that are red with flames and an odd looking face, and he throws his old one's aside, even though you know they're his favourite thing in the world. And he chucks sand at you at the park and you ride your bikes all the way home by yourself, and the two of you are the best of friends.

You're nine years old when he kisses you for the first time, when people like each other a lot, they kiss, his mother told him, and he likes you a lot, so he kisses you, and it's strange and messy, and you both laugh and pull faces. And you read him stories from your favourite book, until he falls asleep in the tent you built in your backyard and the two of you are still the best of friends.

You're ten years old the first time he manages to beat you at a video game, and he laughs and you pout, and he dances and you smirk, because you know you're still way better then he'll ever be, but it doesn't really matter anyway. And you write stories, and share dreams and cause mischief, and the two of you are still the best of friends.

You're twelve years old when he turns up at your house with a skateboard and two blue icypoles, and you go down to the park where you first met, and he shows off how wonderful he is, and you push him into the pond, and he pretends to drown. And the ducks attack you, and you scream the whole way home, and the two of you are still the best of friends.

You're thirteen years old when you decide you're old enough to turn your dreams into actions. You're thirteen years old when you try to sneak into the castle. You're thirteen years old when he gets distracted by blonde hair and blue eyes. You're thirteen years old when he meets Ventus. You're thirteen years old when your best friend starts to slip away.

You're fourteen years old when the heartless come.

You're fifteen years old and you make new dreams, just for yourself this time.

You're sixteen years old, when you start forgetting what it's like to feel.

You're seventeen years old when you lose your best friend completely.

You're twenty-two when Ventus shows up again.

And Axel falls in love, and your non-existant heart breaks.

"We'll always be best friends, right?"

"I've put up with you long enough, we might as well be."

"You're my best friend Isa."

"I love you too, Lea."