"Morning, brother!" Mist called. Summer looked up from his food, and nodded. "Today, I'm going to be such a great Fireside Girl!" she said, and Summer raised an eyebrow. "Can I come meet your friends?" Summer asked, and Mist giggled. "Sure thing, brother," she said, and they left together.
Mist walked him to the Fireside Girl's lodge in the woods. Summer smiled. The forest was so amazing. However, what caught his eye was a flash from on top of a tree not too far away. He saw it again, but much lower. He rushed to the tree, but was too late. Mist turned in shock, and saw one of her troop crashed on the floor.
Isabella's eyes fluttered open as she found herself… in someone's arms. How odd. The person seemed to be feeling her backside, and she giggled. Whoever it was was tickling her. "Stop it!" she laughed, and the hand stopped. "I'm sorry. I just saw you fall and wanted to make sure you were okay, and didn't have many boo-boos," someone she didn't know told her. She knew it was a boy, so she turned to face him.
She couldn't help it. She was mesmerised from the moment she looked into his eyes. "Wh- what's your name?" Bella asked, very nervous. "My name is Summer. And that is my sister Mist! What's your name?" Summer said. Bella hiccupped, and said, "I-I'm Isabella. E-everyone calls me B-Bella…" Summer thought for a second, and said, "Isabella is a cute name. I'm calling you Isabella!" Bella giggled, and felt something she hadn't felt before somewhere around her cheeks. Hoping to stop looking at Summer, she turned to play with some of the sticks on the forest floor.
Mist looked at the two. When Summer stopped talking to Bella, he came back to her. "Looks like you like her…" Mist said. Summer smiled, and replied, "Yes, sister. I like Isabella. Do you think she'll be my friend?" Mist nodded, and giggled. Summer looked at Mist, and she stopped.
When it was time to head home, Bella found Summer with Mist. "Hey, Summer! Can I come to your house?" she asked. Summer nodded, and Bella walked right up next to him. Summer was talking to Mist, and she didn't want to stop them. That might make Summer sad, and she wanted to be friends with him. She instead looked at his hand, just lying there next to him. She decided not to hold it, as that might make Summer scared, but couldn't resist staring at it. Summer stopped talking to Mist, and turned to Bella. "Isabella, will you be my friend?" he asked.
Bella gasped. "Oh, you don't want to?" Summer said, somewhat sadly, but Bella hugged him. "Brother, I think that's yes," Mist said, and Summer smiled. Isabella is my friend? Today is such a great day he thought. Likewise, Isabella thought Summer likes me? I think I liked today!
Summer stopped at his house, and decided to introduce Isabella to his parents. "Isabella, this is Mommy, and Daddy. Mommy, this is my new friend Isabella," he said. Mommy came down to see Isabella. "Aw, she's so cute!" she said, and Daddy looked at her too. "Yeah, she feels like you!" he said. Mommy looked at him, and something seemed to pass between them. It felt like Mommy had looked something funny.
Summer walked out to his backyard, and took a piece of paper and some pencils. Bella watched him for a little, and then walked up to him. He watched as Summer drew, rubbed out, and coloured in. One cute moment caused her to giggle, and Summer looked up. "Hi, Isabella!" he said, and Bella had that feeling in her cheeks again. "Hi Summer… whatcha drawin'?" she said nervously. Summer's mom looked out, but saw them together and went back inside. Summer put a final touch on it, and showed it to Bella. It was her and him together, holding hands. Bella felt that feeling as she gazed at it, and Summer said, "It's us. Summer and Isabella, best of friends!" he said. In that moment, Bella realised something. We'll be more than friends… she promised herself.
So here it is. The behind the scenes of the entire Whatcha Doin'? Trilogy.
As for the explanation of why this story seems of far lower quality, keep in mind that these characters are five years old. I avoided big words to keep in character, using them only for ironic echoes (Bella's eyes fluttered open) or because the childhood word was too strong.
Summer belongs to you, so carpe diem!