I'm swinging on the tire swing when I hear the car pull into the drive way. I jump down and run around to the front of the house. My parents are walking outside and greeting our guests. I walk over and hold on to my Mama's leg.
"There you are Mary Alice," she says. She pushes me forward. "These are the Whitlocks. John, Katherine, and their son, Jasper."
"Hello," I say. I look at the boy. His hair is blonde; it reminds me of my friend from school, Rosalie's, hair.
"Hi," Jasper says.
"Wanna swing?" I ask.
"Sure," he says.
"Just you wait, when they're older they'll be smitten with each other," I hear my Daddy say. I don't know what he means but I hear Mr. Whitlock agree, while I hear my Mama laugh.
"How old are you?" Jasper asks, climbing up onto the swing.
"Seven," I say.
"I'm nine," he says proudly. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to be cool." It was the start of a wonderful friendship.
Three years later…
"What do you want to do?" Jasper asks. His family is over for the summer, just like usual. At the end of summer they'll go back home and I won't see him until next summer.
"We could play truth or dare," I suggest.
"Sure," he says, smiling. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," I say.
"Have you ever eaten a bug?" he asks.
"Yes," I say, smiling. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he says.
"Kiss me," I say. Jasper's eyes widen, but he's not one to refuse a dare. So he leans is and just as he's about to kiss me I run.
"Hey!" he shouts and I laugh.
"Catch me if you can!" I yell over my shoulder. When he finally does catch me, it's a surprise that he doesn't beat me up like some of the bigger boys might do.
I hope you all enjoy this story. I was going to make it a one-shot, but it got way too long. So it's going to be five chapters. It's inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Mary's Song (Oh My My My)'. By the way, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me. Thanks for reading, please review.
~EM~
