Because you're fifteen and you're still watching Nickelodeon, this is…

a hundred ways to love

prompt no. 001:

beginnings

They had met in pre-school, which was not very unusual. Children meet in preschool. What was unusual about the pair of them was that they remained friends forever after that, like is promised by endless groups of young friends. But they were unusual because they were truly "best friends forever" in every way, shape, and form. There was no way to separate them (as many learned), and there was no way that you would find one without the other.

Because that's how best friends work.

At four years old, the brown-eyed girl had met the blue-eyed boy and had decided that she liked him. She wasn't quite sure why, because there was nothing special about him. There were certainly boys that were taller than him, bigger than him, and obviously funnier than him, but the brown-eyed girl called Jennifer Moseley really didn't care about that at all. She didn't care that he was sitting alone in the sand box, without any friends. She didn't care that he wasn't laughing with the other boys. She really didn't care in the slightest about what anyone thought, either, when she sat down next to him and asked him his name in a straightforward manner.

He had looked rather take aback. His mother had told him not to talk to strangers, so he didn't. When she looked imploringly at him, he also remembered that his mother had said to make friends, because that is what school's about, sweetie.

"Ned."

She had laughed. She had thought that this was quite the funniest name that she had ever heard, but she had realized that he hadn't been joking.

"Oh," she had said, cocking her head to one side. She looked at him with all the innocence and honesty of a four-year-old and smiled.

"My name is Jennifer Moseley," she had announced, confidently. Her pigtails bobbed and her smile lit up across her face. The boy next to her, Ned, smiled nervously at her, but she didn't really notice.

Jennifer Moseley was a straightforward kind of girl. She had confidence points in great numbers, and if Ned hadn't been afraid of her, he would have told her that she kind of scared him.

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this is a ned's declassified school survival guide drabble series. it has a pairing, even if it doesn't show yet, and it is noze. for those of you that would rather not see this particular pairing, take yourself elsewhere. for those of you that do not know what a drabble is, prepare to be enlightened. a drabble is a short story in any particular fandom, and is usually from a prompt, like 100prompts or 64damnprompts, or the likes of that. they will be short drabbles, with the occasional longer oneshot if deemed necessary. a drabble series, like the one you'll find here, is a collection of drabbles. they do not often go in chronological order, and I can tell you now that this one won't.

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