When We Were Young
By StoneColdFox
CHAPTER ONE: New Kid On The Block
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: They're all mine. No, it's true. **BLOWS A RASPBERRY** Okay, okay, I lied. They're not mine, alright? If they were, though, I'd give them cookies and love them and hug them and brush their hair… and yes, I'm so very sad.
SUMMARY: What if Will and Grace had met when they were kids? Imagine them as ten year-olds. Awww… they're pretty cute, huh?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is only my second fic ever… so go easy on me, okay? LOL
10-year-old Grace Adler sat with one leg up on the windowsill, her elbow on her knee and her hand cupping her chin as she gazed through the window. It was raining, again. It had been raining every day for almost a week. Grace sighed as she looked down at her bike, sitting by itself outside under the carport. She wished she could go for a ride to the lake, or the playground, or even to the store for her mother… anything to get out of the house.
Grace turned and looked around her bedroom, surveying her options. Monopoly? Well, there really wasn't anybody to play with – her Mom was too busy entertaining her theatre friends. Daddy was watching the baseball game. Her sister Jill was too little and stupid to play – she never followed the rules. And her best friend, Angie, was away for the summer. Barbie dolls? No way, thought Grace. The only reason she had any dolls in her room was because Mommy's friend Julian always gave them to Grace for Chanukah and her birthdays. She hated dolls. Dress ups? Nah… Dress ups are no fun with only one person.
Grace sighed and stood up, ready to go downstairs and annoy her mother for amusement. As she was about to leave the room, something outside caught her eye.
A moving truck. Across the road.
The little girl curled a fiery red lock of hair around her finger as she watched the moving men removing items one by one from the truck.
A desk… A couch… A fridge… a big box that said "Dad's books" on the side… A lamp… A bike…
"A bike!" Grace squealed. It was a brand new purple one, about the same size as hers, which could mean only one thing. "New kid!"
As she raced down the stairs, Grace's mind began to picture her new neighbour… She'd be pretty, but not as pretty as Grace. She'd have shoulder-length blonde hair and green eyes, and she'd love dogs and ice cream. She'd also like riding her bike a LOT, and reading Nancy Drew books. Just like Grace.
"Bye Mom!" the petit redhead called out as she grabbed her coat. She could hear her mother in the next room, regaling her friends with a dramatic account of her opening night in the local production of Hair: The Musical. Bobby Adler called back to her daughter.
"Where are you going, Grace?"
"Just across the road, Mom. There's a new kid moving in!"