For my Martel.

"C'mon Dorchet!"

"Are you sure it's sanitary?"

"It's a creek you idiot, what do YOU think?"

Dorchet let out a sigh. Martel had dragged him to a creek that she claimed belonged to no one.

"Won't we get it trouble!?" he yelled to her.

"It's no-man's land. Of course we won't get in trouble!" she shouted back to him.

Dorchet wasn't too sure about that. None the less, he followed her to the wooded area. Stepping through the tall grass he eventually made it towards the bank. The rest of the creek was blocked off by a large log.

"Oh! Well looks like the journey ends here! Better get home, then!" Dorchet said loudly, just about to turn around.

"Wait." Martel ordered.

She went along the bank and reached a large slope, Dorchet following quickly. The two climbed up the slope to discover that there was a turf above the bank. It was a steep way down though and there was many rocks at the bottom.

"I think I can jump it." she said with a grin.

"I think you'll die."

"Shut up."

Martel backed away from the edge a bit and took a running start. With an enormous leap she made it to the other side of the bank.

"Ta-Da!" she giggled.

The boy rolled his eyes.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Do you want me to get killed?"

The girl sighed and glared at him.

"There's probably and easier way around." he informed her, before heading down farther off.

"What? Wait! Dorchet!!" Martel called out to her friend, but he was already far off.

She made her journey down the creek, jumping over logs and stepping over fallen branches.

"Dor-Dor!" she called out.

No answer.

"I swear if you fell I'm going to kill you!"

She thought about that insult for a bit.

'If he fell, he would be dead anyway. So I couldn't kill him a second time. Could I? Stop thinking like that Martel!'

She eventually found her friend sitting on a rock near the water. It turned out the turf sloped downward 12 feet from where it started.

"Yo." he said casually, dipping his bare feet into the creek's cool water.

"Don't do that!" she yelped, whapping at his head lightly.

"Awwwww was Marty scared for me?" giggled the boy.

Letting out a growl, Martel walked further down the stream without Dorchet.

"Hey!" the boy shouted, rushing after her.

They made their way down the stream, chatting about their lives and how they're relatives were doing and if either one had enough money to buy the sling shot in the toy shop window. But most importantly what they'd be when they grow up.

"I'm gonna' be an actor!" Dorchet said with a grin.

"An actor?" Martel questioned.

"Yup."

"Why?"

The boy gave her a big smile before answering.

"Because it looks like fun! Remember when we went to that film festival last weekend with Maria and Frank?"

She gave him a quizzical look.

"Uh-huh…"

"Well, remember that one movie with that one guy and how he went to war and figured out that his ex-wife was really the general of his team of troops?"

Martel made a disgusted face.

"Ew, you mean that cheesy romantic thing? I hated that! The actors were terrible."

"Exactly! Half of those actors in all of those movies were bad! I could do a lot better then them! Not to mention it looks real fun!"

His friend let out a laugh.

"You're such a girl."

A dark shade of red spread across Dorchet's face.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yup!"

Martel splashed a bit of water upon her friend.

"Stop that!"

She only laughed harder than before. With a devilish smirk, he kicked some mud onto Martel's britches. She let out a squeal and ran off down the bank as her friend continued kick up the muck towards her direction. They finally made it to the end of the creek where the water dumped into a sewer. Martel let out a sigh.

"How could something so pretty turn so ugly so fast?"

"Government." Dorchet answered with a shrug.

"That's how they run things."

The boy thought he spotted something dead in the sewage.

"C'mon, let's-"

"Oh!" Martel let out a gasp and pointed down towards the mess.

"Look! It's a little girl's shoe."

A small pink sandal lay forgotten in the garbage, it stood out amongst all the empty vodka bottles and other waste.

"You think…a girl fell in?" she asked with a worried tone.

"Nah. Don't get paranoid. All those horror flicks from the film festival are giving you nightmares." he answered with a small smile.

"I'm not the one who was up all night, scared a blood -sucking alchemist was going to get him." she giggled.

"Oh, be quiet." he mumbled, grabbing his friends hand and dragging her back up stream.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

The two friends continued their previous conversation on the way back.

"So what about you? What're you going to do when you're older?"

With a slight blush, Martel looked sternly at her best friend.

"I'm gonna' be a soldier."

Dorchet gave her a curious glance.

"But you're a girl."

"So!?" she snapped

"Girls don't go to war. They stay home and wait for they're boyfriends or husbands come home." he replied.

"A typical thing for a boy to say." she spat.

Dorchet gave her a apologetic expression.

"Sorry, I just can't see you as a soldier and with a…gun…."

The girl rolled her eyes, punting a small rock to some unknown destination.

"Or any other weapon at that matter."

Martel crossed her arms.

"Well, I suppose it's nice to come home to someone you love instead of watching them on the battlefield, fearing for their life."

Her friend nodded in agreement.

"Still. Anything a boy can do, a girl can do too!" she continued.

Dorchet rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't trying to be sexist, Martel." he explained.

He let out a sigh and continued back home.

"I never said you were trying to be sexist!" she yelled, running after him.

The two finally emerged from the creek and walked onto the dirt road that led back to the small village where they lived. They went along the path quietly, not speaking much.

"Hey." Dorchet said silently.

His friend looked at him with wide green eyes.

"Do you…really wanna' be a soldier?"

She nodded.

Silence again.

"Do you really want to be an actor?"

Dorchet stared at his friend.

"Yeah…I think." he said, almost in a whisper.

And they continued on there way back home. Right when they were about to reach the bridge, Dorchet reached into his pocket.

"Wait." he ordered.

Martel had made it half-way across the bridge and was rather tired from the long walk. She didn't feel like waiting, but she did for Dorchet sounded rather serious.

"What is it?" she questioned, looking back at her friend.

He smiled sweetly and pulled out a wilted daisy, holding it out for her.

"I thought it was pretty." he informed.

"I want you to have it."

A slight blush spread across her face as she took the flower from Dorchet.

"Thanks." she said quietly.

They both continued on their merry way, still not communicating as often as they did. The two then reached Birch Street, where they went separate ways. They stayed still in the middle of the road, not sure what to say. Martel summoned enough courage to speak.

"I'll…see tomorrow at school…I guess…"

He turned to look at her, a big grin plastered on his face as if though he didn't mind the silence.

"Alright, see ya'!" he stated happily, skipping off.

Martel couldn't help but giggle as the boy skipped towards home. Most boy's didn't skip. That's why she was friends with Dorchet. And she hoped it would stay that way.

Mkai 83 This story is based on the expierences with my best friend and OUR creek by her house. 83 YES, DorchetxMartel in here! The chimera's need more love on ff! XD And I always liked those two. 83 AND, expect some GreedxKimblee goodness! 83 Coz I'm a shipper!!!