Hey you guys! I promise, I'm not dead. I'm very much well and alive! So, I was going to post this whole story in my other story What You'll Do For the One You Love but decided not to, since this story is more than 50 pages long… Heh heh… Yeah. I didn't want to have 50 pages and more on one chapter, so I decided to break this story up and just upload piece by piece. If you haven't noticed, this is a short story (Sort of…) from the song Mary's Song (Oh My My My My) by Taylor Swift. I've always wanted to do a songfic from that song so I decided to do one! Just remember, this is one whole story and not like WYDFTOYL (What You'll Do For the One You Love) where it's different situations every different chapter, if that makes sense? Whatever. It's one story with a few chapters. Discussion: ended.

The ones that are like this are what happens in the 'future.' You'll recognize most of them, I bet. They're really easy to guess where they are from, lol. Some of the words in the 'future visions' may not be right, but I tried my best, so you'll have to forgive me for not remembering.

This story is to make up for my OTHER one, Drifted Apart since I haven't uploaded that one in a while. I'm sort of on writer's block for that one, so I just randomly keep having ideas for songfics… It's crazy. But I'll try to upload DA (Ew, reminds me of Oscar…GROSS!) as soon as possible. Okay? Okay!

Hope you enjoy this first chapter! I'll upload chapter 2 soon! Please read and review! Oh, and thank you to everyone who's ever reviewed on any of my stories. I really appreciate it and when I see that I have a review, I get so excited and it just makes me want to write more! So, thank you. Thank you for reading this chapter, thanks for reviewing (if you did), thanks for reading my ramble up there… Just thanks.

P.S. Ryan, Hunter, and Oliver are based off of my three guy friends. They're hilarious!

P.S.S It may seem kind of boring right now, but I promise, it will get more interesting. This was just kind of a filler/starter chapter. Just keep reading!

Might as well do this now:
I don't own Cause of Death or Mary's Song or Taylor Swift. Sometimes, I wish I do, but I don't.

And now, here is the story! Enjoy!

.Or else.

Mary's Song (Oh My My My My)

"Pass the peanut butter," I ordered, just finishing spreading strawberry jelly on my two slices of bread.

"The what?"

"The peanut butter."

"What's the magic woooord?" my best friend since birth teased me.

"Pass. Me. The. Peanut. Butter."

"That's more than one word…"

"Now."

"No!"

"MOOOOOOOOOM! MAL WON'T GIVE ME THE PEANUT BUTTER!" I yelled to her.

"SHE'S LYING, MRS. MANSINGH!" He yelled back to her, scowling at me.

"BE NICE, NATARA!" my mom yelled back.

My mouthed popped open in surprise. I looked at Mal to see that he was smirking. I quickly recovered myself and stuck my tongue out at him.

He scooped a large chunk of peanut butter in his spoon and threw it at me. The peanut butter landed smack in the middle of my forehead.

"There's your peanut butter," he said, batting his long eyelashes at me.

My mouth formed a small 'o.' "You did not just throw peanut butter at me!" I exclaimed.

"And what if I did?" he replied smartly.

"Oh, I dunno. I guess I'd just have to do…This!" I exclaimed, swiftly scooping up some jelly and aiming it for his face. He was too shocked to move, so it landed on his cheek, leaving a large pink-ish stain.

"Did you just throw jelly at me?" he asked, slowly, wiping it off.

"And what if I did?" I mocked.

"Oh, you're so on!" he exclaimed, scooping more peanut butter out and throwing it at me. This time it landed on my arm.

"Bring it!" I threatened, sending another chunk of jelly flying across the room into his hair.

I quickly ducked for cover behind the table while he settled for behind the counter.

Pieces of jelly and peanut butter flew back and forth across the kitchen, splattering on our faces, hair, clothes, the floor, cabinets, and chairs. Soon, the whole kitchen was decorated with brown and pink colors splatter painted everywhere.

"What…What on earth is going on here?!" My mother exclaimed, looking around at the mess we had made.

"We're making PB&J sandwiches!" I exclaimed, brightly.

My mother looked at us disapprovingly.

"Uh-oh…" Mal and I both muttered at the same time.

Suddenly, my father walked into the room.

"What in the name of Mansingh Transglobal happened here?" my dad asked, eyes widening.

I looked at the ground.

"We were making sandwiches…" I mumbled.

"And?"

"And we had a food fight…"

To my surprise, my daddy started roaring with laughter.

"I can't believe… Two kids….This big of a mess…Priceless!" he blurted in between laughs. Soon Mal and I were laughing, also, glad to be off the hook.

My mom just watched my dad disapprovingly, pursing her lips.

My dad caught my mom's gaze and quickly stopped laughing. "I…I mean, that was very wrong to use our kitchen as a fort, Natara." He stated sternly, an amused twinkle in his eye.

"I'm sorry…" I apologized.

"You go and clean this up. I want this kitchen to be spotless. You hear me?" my mom asked.

"Yes ma'am!" Mal and I saluted.

"Good."

My dad started cracking up laughing again.

"So, who won the food fight?" he whispered.

"I did!" I exclaimed.

"No you didn't! I won!" Mal argued.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Oh, I can tell already. You two are gonna grow up and fall in love, huh, Anita?" my daddy asked my mom, sighing.

Mal and I turned to look at each other, noses wrinkled.

"Can you just imagine these two being married? How crazy it'd be?" he asked.

"Oh my, my, my, my…" My mom said, rolling her eyes and walking out of the kitchen, my father following close behind.

I couldn't fall in love with Mal! He was my best friend! It'd be weird… I just didn't think of him like that!

Mal wrinkled his nose even more. "Ewwww."

"Ew? Eww yourself!" I exclaimed, offendedly, pushing him.

"Who'd want to fall in love with you?" he asked, sticking his tongue out.

"Who'd want to fall in love with you?!" I mocked him, looking at him in disgust.

"Anyone would fall in love with me," he replied, smirking.

"Well, not me!" I exclaimed.

"I bet you would."

"I bet I wouldn't!"

"Would too!"

"Would not!"

"Would too!"

"Would not!"

"Would to-AH!" he exclaimed as I tackled him.

Somehow, during our tussle, I pinned him to the ground, sitting on his stomach.

"Pinned ya!" I exclaimed, smirking down at him in victory. He furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Hey! That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready!"

"You were so ready! Just admit it, I tackled you." I said, hopping off of him.

"No, you didn't. I just, uh… I let you tackle me."

"Suuure you did. You're just jealous that I can pin you and you can't pin me," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

He stuck his tongue back out at me and replied with, "I can too. I just don't wanna hurt ya."

"Sure. That's the case," I said, rolling my eyes. Ugh, boys.

"Yep! That's the reason!"

"Well, are you ready now?" I asked, smirking.

"Yes?" he asked, confused as to what I meant. So I tackled him again. After about 2 seconds of rolling on the floor, I managed to pin him down once again.

"Pinned ya again," I said, letting out a small laugh.

"I wasn't ready that time either!"

Later that afternoon, after Mal and I had cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, Mal, Jason, Jackson, Ken, Oliver, Ryan, and Hunter, (some boys from across the street) and I were standing in my yard, wondering what to do.

"We could go skating?" Oliver suggested.

"Yeah, because we have a skating rink in Natara's backyard," Hunter replied, rolling his eyes.

"We could go play in my treehouse!" I exclaimed.

"Nahhh. Too boring."

"We could play football!" Mal suggested.

"Yeahhh!" we all agreed.

We all split off into two teams.

"It's only 4 to 3! That's not fair!" Jackson whined.

"I'll play!" I exclaimed, excited.

"You can't play! You're a girl!"

"So?"

"So, you'll get hurt."

"I don't care!"

"You still can't play!"

"Mal, tell them that I can play! Tell them how tough I am!" I whined, pouting at him.

"Mal, tell her that she can't play! She'll get hurt!"

"I dunno guys…She's pretty tough to be a girl," he said.

"See? I can handle it!"

"I dunno…"

"I'm tough! I tackled Mal today!"

"You did?!" all of the boys' eyes widened.

"Yeah! I really did!"

"I let her tackle me," Mal said.

"Did not!"

"Yes I did."

"You did not! I tackled you! I bet I can do it again, too," I said, smirking.

"Cannot!" He said, puffing out his chest.

"Can too!"

"No, you can't. You're seven and I'm nine. I'm older and bigger than you so I could beat you up!"

"Then do it!"

It was quiet for a moment. The other boys looked back and forth between Mal and me frantically. I puffed out my chest bravely.

Mal looked down at the ground shyly. "Forget it. Let's just play football," he muttered, before turning and walking away.

I smiled smugly.

I saw Ken run up to Mal and say, "You're really just gonna walk away?"

"Yeah," Mal shrugged. "I'm not hitting a girl. Especially a girl that's my best friend," he said, meeting gazes with me.

I smiled warmly at him as a wave of fuzziness filled inside of me.

"So… Who's ready to play some football?!" one of the guys shouted.

After an hour of tackling, scoring, and bashing each other's team, we all decided that we needed to take a small break. We all sat in one large circle, playing truth or dare. (Which I had suggested, by the way.)

"Jason, truth or dare?" Jason's twin brother, Jackson asked him.

"Uh, dare?"

"I dare you to tell Natara's mom that she's hot."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You guysssss! That's weird!" I whined, trying to hold back a giggle.

"But it's true."

"YO, MRS. MANSINGH!" Jason yelled, loud enough to be heard from inside.

A few seconds later, my mom and dad ran out of the house, alarmed, obviously thinking that one of us was hurt.

"What's wrong? What happened?" my mom spoke, looking around the yard for a dead body.

"You're hot!" Jason randomly blurted.

"Wh…What?" My mom asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I said that you were hot!" Jason blurted out again, grinning like a normal 8-year old.

My mom looked taken aback for a moment before mildly blushing and responding with, "Well, thank you, Jason. Natara, I really like your friends." She smiled one last time before walking back inside the house.

My father playfully glared at Jason. He pointed at Jason, then at my mom. "Mine." He mouthed, still 'glaring' at him.

Jason's eyes widened before saluting with a "Yes, sir!"

My father nodded and said, "Good," before turning and walking back inside.

Jason let out a deep exhale. "Natara, your dad scares me."

I simply shrugged. "He scares everybody."

"Okay…So it's Jason's turn."

"Alright. Cool, cool. So, Ryan, truth or dare?"

"Truth, duh."

"If you had to live under the sea, which creature would you choose to be?"

"Merman." He answered immediately without hesitation.

"Ryan, you scare me." Oliver commented.

"Good," Ryan smirked evilly at him.

"Ryan's turn!" I chirped, ready for someone to call on me.

"Hunter, truth…..or dare?" Ryan asked dramatically.

"Dare, baby!"

"I dare you to go inside Natara's house and tell Mrs. Mansingh that you gotta poop!" he grinned widely.

Hunter's eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Go."

"No!"

"Dude, you can't like, not do a dare. It's in the Kid's Rulebook."

"Fiiiine. But I'm never going to get invited back here ever again." Hunter hopped up and ran inside the house.

"Well…While we're waiting. Who wants to go?"

I quickly raised my hand, as did Oliver.

"Oliver, you go." Jackson ordered.

I pouted at him.

"You'll get a turn, don't worry." Mal assured me.

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Ken, your turn, buddy. Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Would you ever get a tattoo? What and where?"

Ken smirked at him, "On my butt that says 'I hate Oliver.'"

"Ken, you suck." Oliver stuck his tongue out at him.

Ken just laughed and said, "Alright, Mal, my main man. Truth or dare?"

All of a sudden, Hunter came running out of the house.

"What'd she say?"

"Nothing really…Just gave me this really strange look like I was on fire or something." He shrugged.

"Okay? Mal, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who would you most like to kiss in this circle?"

I instantly blushed, knowing that I was the only girl in the circle.

He laughed nervously. "Well obviously I'd kiss you, Ken."

"Dude, that's gross!" Ken exclaimed, face turning into disgust.

"Calm down! I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" he assured us.

"Then who?" Jason asked, smirking at Mal.

Mal looked down at the grass, shyly, a slight blush forming over his cheeks.

"Natara..." He murmured under his breath.

"Ooooooooh!" all of the boys cooed. Mal and I looked away, faces now red from embarrassment.

"Mal and Natara, sitting in a tree-!" Oliver started.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Hunter then sang.

"First comes love-!" Ryan shouted.

"Then comes marriage-!" Jackson joined in.

"Then comes Natara with a baby carriage!" Jason exclaimed.

"That's not all-" Ken started.

"Okay, okay you guys! We get it! You can stop!" Mal exclaimed, his whole face red by now.

They all just smirked at us.

"You know, I can see them two together…" Oliver said, nodding his head.

"Natara, truth or dare!" Mal exclaimed before anyone else could say anything else.

"Truth." I uttered quietly.

"What is your favorite food?"

"Um, probably… Crepes." I said, shrugging.

"What?" most of the boys asked me.

"French gourmet," I said.

The same ones just raised an eyebrow at me, confused.

"French food," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Ooooooh."

I looked over to see Mal pursing his lips at me and slightly shaking his head as if to say 'Yeah, right.'

"It's Chinese takeout!" a 33-year old Mal Fallon blurts out, just as Gil Franzen is about to trigger the C4 explosive and blow us all to pieces.

We all stare at Mal in shock, myself included. Mal swallows nervously and continues.

"Oh, sure, she likes to act all fancy and claim she likes French gourmet or high-end Thai…" He then grins, gaining confidence. "But there's nothing she likes more than a nice paper box full of Mongolian Beef."

My eyes widen considerably. I had told everyone that my favorite food was French gourmet… So, how did he know that? Despite my shock, a warm, affectionate smile spreads onto my face, visible through the gag. Of course he would know that…He knew me like the back of my hand. Gil looks back to see me smiling, his face arranged something into what looks like shock and disbelief.

I raised an eyebrow and he just shrugged in response.

"Natara, your pick."

"Jackson, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you had to describe yourself in three words, they would be…?"

"Hot, awesome, and hilarious." He said, without missing a beat.

"Jackson, you're about as hot as frozen pizza," Jason rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you just don't know, man!"

"Annnnywayssss, Mal, truth or dare?"

"I just went!"

"So?"

"Fine. But enough with this wussy truth stuff. I'm going with dare." Mal said, bravely.

"Guys, huddle." Jackson called, waving over Jason, Ken, Hunter, Oliver, and Ryan.

Mal and I stayed behind, awkwardly, looking around.

"I totally tackled you," I brought up.

"You so did not."

"Dude, that's an awful dare!" we heard from the huddle.

"I so did. You're too much of a sissy to man up and admit it."

"Really? We're gonna make him do that?! I love it!" Also, from the huddle.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"Alright. We've got your dare," Jackson turned around, smirking evilly at the two of us.

"Alright," Mal said, nodding.

"I dare you to….kiss Natara!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, snapaloosa!" Ken yelled, grinning widely.

All of the boys laughed at Mal's shocked face.

"S….Seriously?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, seriously! You have to kiss Natara!"

"But-but… I can't kiss her! She's my best friend!"

"So?"

While this was happening, I was blushing…hard.

"I can't! It's weird!"

"Just do it, Mal! It's just a kiss! Don't make it a big deal!"

"But it is a big deal!" he exclaimed, eyes wide.

"How?"

"That's like… That's like Jackson and Jason kissing!"

Jackson grabbed Jason's hair and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his forehead.

"See? If I can kiss Jason, you can kiss Natara."

Mal just glared at Jackson.

"As I said before, you can't not do a dare. It's in the Kid's Rulebook. If any kid breaks a rule in the rulebook, bad things are said to happen…" Jackson informed us with wide eyes.

"Yeah, it's like a pinky promise! Once you promise to do it or if you're dared to, you HAVE to do the dare. No matter what!" Jason cut in.

"So get up and start smooching you two!" Jackson added on cheerfully.

"You know you want to!"

I just blinked at everyone staring at me.

"Here, we'll help."

Oliver, Ryan, and Jason went over and hoisted me off the ground by my armpits. Ken, Jackson, and Hunter mimicked the other 3 except with Mal, who was squirming. I just stayed still and let them stand me up, too shocked to process what was going on.

I was about to kiss Mal, my best friend since birth.

After a few seconds, they all managed to stand both of us up, facing each other. We stood a few feet away, just looking at the other.

Jackson scooted Mal towards me, while Oliver did the same behind me. We were about 3 feet away now, standing stock still, unmoving.

I gasped as I was shoved roughly in Mal's direction. Mal immediately caught me in his arms, steadying me on my feet. We both shot a glare at Ryan, who was wearing a sheepish expression on his face. As soon as I realized where I was (in Mal's arms) I blushed and backed away a tad.

"See? You guys are halfway there, already! Now all you have to do is lean in and press your lips against the others!" Oliver exclaimed, oh-so-helpfully.

"Unless you guys want us to hold your heads and do that for you, too?" Jackson asked, smirking.

"If you don't kiss her, then I will!" Hunter exclaimed, smirking.

Mal shot a glare behind him. "I'm working on it!" He let out a huge exhale and met my gaze with his twinkling blue eyes.

"Do you want to do this?" he asked me.

I was speechless, unable to form coherent words. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish for a few seconds, no sound coming out.

"DUDE, TAKE THAT AS A YES! JUST KISS HER ALREADY!" one of the guys yelled.

"Fine….Fine. We'll just get this over with, so they'll leave us alone, okay?" he assured me.

I just nodded, unsure of what to say.

He quickly leaned in and barely pressed his lips to my cheek.

There was a series of complaints from the other boys.

"YOU CHICKEN!"

"Come on!"

"Naw, dude! The lips!"

"You didn't say where I had to kiss her," Mal said, smartly.

"You have to kiss her on the lips. Go," Jackson ordered, dully.

Mal sighed and shook his messy brown hair. He then closed his blue eyes and leaned forward, puckering his lips.

I blushed and mimicked his actions, leaning in closer, also puckering my lips.

"Anyway, you're up, Mal! Truth or dare?" Kai asks, a wide grin on his face. Mainly, from the Veritox.

"Enough with this wussy truth stuff. I'm going with dare," Mal smirks, cockily.

"In that case…" Kai stops and inhales dramatically. Ken, Maria, and Amy all start doing a 'drumroll' with their hands, pounding on their laps. "I dare you to kiss Natara!" Kai exclaims, excitedly.

"Oh snapaloosa!" Ken yells.

"S…Seriously?" Mal asks, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Hell yeah! You know you want to!" Kai mischievously wiggles his eyebrows.

"Do it! Do it!" Maria chants.

Mal glances at me curiously, silently asking if I wanted to do what he was suggesting. I reply by shrugging playfully and looking at him from under my eyelashes.

Mal takes a deep breath and moves closer to me. He gently wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me even closer to where our bodies are barely touching. He slowly leans forward, to where I can feel his warm breath on my face, his face pressed against mine, our lips almost brushing and then… The lab door flies open.

I felt his lips just barely brush mine before I squealed and started running in the opposite direction.

"I CAN'T DO IT!" I squealed, while running.

"You just got rejeeeeected." I heard Ken tell Mal.

Later that night:

It began to get dark outside, so all of the boys, besides Mal, trudged back home.

Mal and I sat side by side in my large tree house, feet hanging over the edge, looking at the stars.

"I…I'm sorry I didn't kiss you," I murmured, looking down at the ground, embarrassed.

"It's okay." He replied simply, still looking up.

"Maybe…If you want to, we can try again? When we're older?" I suggested, not wanting him to be mad at me.

He smiled slightly. "Sure. When we're older."

It was silent for a few minutes as we just looked up at millions of shining stars.

"Mal?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"We'll always be best friends, right? No matter what happens. Best friends forever?" I asked.

"Right," He replied, grinning and making eye contact with me. His blue eyes were twinkling in the starlight, reminding me of these pretty lights that my family went to go see at Christmas time.

He gently grabbed my hand. Our intertwined hands swung back and forth gently in the breeze.

"Forever." He finished.

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