Prologue: Once An Friend
Jillian's P.O.V.
My name is Jillian Smith. I live here on Tatooine with my best friend Anakin Skywalker. Our parents get along just fine which explains why he and I almost visit each other every single day. His mother was named Shimi and mine was named Rebecca. Both parents took very good care of us. My father mostly worked in the house during the afternoon and my mother liked to spend most of her day taking care of me. Now I was only about eleven years of age while Anakin was nine. I was only two years old then him. He looks up to me as if I was his big sister. Still , he was my best friend. I hardly know anyone on Tatooine besides my family. To be truthful , I don't have very much friends. I was always the outsider! Anakin is the one person I could depend on. Surely he felt that way about me too. He would always seem so shy when we are together.
"Hie Jillian. How are you doing?," he would ask me multiple times whenever our long lasted conversations seemed short.
"Oh, hey, Anakin," I would reply while setting down my lightsalightsabr on the pavement floor of the training grounds, making sure to give Anakin my full attention. You can be he likes that, attention.
"Pretty bored actually, "Anakin replied, dully, his tone brought boredom and seemed to catch me off guard.
Knowing Anakin for most of my childhood he wouldn't always be off of his usual expression of being cheerful, silly, and adventurous. And whenever he would talk like that it was usual much more than a silly reason then being 'just bored'.
"Maybe our parents need help with something," I suggested.
"No. I don't think so. They seem pretty occupied!" Anakin replied, his usual hazel and large eyes lowering down to the floor and his hands fumbling over his light saber. I frowned for a moment then beamed as a imagenery light bulb appeared on my head.
"We could go exploring, "I offer, cheerfully, my cheeks growing red with anticipation. Usually most of mines and Anakins little adventures revolved around us getting in trouble with our parents and other adults.
Anakin nods, his sad eyes growing anticipation that I loved seeing so much, "I'll go ask my mom."
I nod my head and watch as he runs off back to his home to tell his mother. Let's hope nothing goes wrong this time.
When he leaves I sit there and wait for him to come back. The desert here was always hot! Anakin hated sand and I don't blame him. It gets on me a whole lot and it's quite annoying. I don't recall quite a time when its been too cold that we were forced to stay inside of our houses but living on Tattooine grows on you quickly. And I've never recalled a day that I would not think of venturing off somewhere amazing like the galactic city. It was fine. This was home.
"Mom said we can but we can't go anywhere far." Anakin tells me when he comes back from his house, I sit up from the ground immediately and walk towards Anakin. His baby face never leaving a single speck of happiness. Baby face. Don't blame me. Everyone agrees. You could have his face imprinted on a newborn and it wouldn't make a difference.
"Who knows maybe we'll meet some new folks." I reply smiling, our tiny footprints implanting themselves on the sand. Our little adventure awaiting us with each step we took. And than I felt Anakins hand clasped in mine tightly, as we did when we were younglings. His warmth sent tiny shock waves through my palms, for I, have never experienced quite a touch like his before. It was nice. Comforting.
"Maybe." Anakin said, a tiny taste of curiousness boiled in his mouth.
"Just think we might not be alone after all."
But oh, that was such a long time ago.
