A/N: Why are there not more Sadie and Katie stories? There is an absolutely unforgivable lack of them on this site. I'm remedying that by giving you guys an awesome one. Trust me, it's awesome. Anyway, let me quickly explain the format. This story will be divided into Acts. Each Act will have its own separate title and chapters. Sadly, there might be small gaps in update times between Acts because that's when I'll take my breaks from this story.
Without further ado, I give you:
Finding The Fourth Wheel
Prologue: Why Do They Go For The Skinny Girls?
Two little girls pulled a huge toy car out of a garage, with no adult in sight. One was pale and a little chubby while the other was deeply tanned and slender but they both wore identical outfits. The chubby one paused a moment to tug at her ill-fitting pink t-shirt but the other called for her to keep up. They managed to drag the car out onto the sidewalk and hopped inside, giggling like maniacs.
The tanned girl had received the Barbie DreamCar for her birthday, after both girls had begged for it constantly for ages. So obviously, she got rights to be the first driver. The two jammed their matching cats-eye sunglasses on their faces and she pressed the gas, sending them straight into the hedge. This sent them into new fits of giggles.
When they got out of the hedge, they managed to drive down the sidewalk in a somewhat straight line. They kept driving for what seemed like forever, until they were past the limit for where they were allowed to go by their parents. But neither of their mothers were watching them that day, because both had assumed that the other girl's mother was watching them.
In the end, the only reason they stopped was because they nearly ran into someone. He had run across their path, trying to grab a basketball before it went into the street. They both screamed in terror and the car went into a hedge for the second time that day.
He helped them pull the car out of the hedge and introduced himself as Keith. After the first word came out of his mouth, they were both already lovestruck. He was practically the peak of eight-year-old perfection, in their opinions. He was tan, his small nose was slightly freckled, and he was just a little bit taller than them. But the more they talked to him, the more it became clear that he was more interested in the tan girl than the chubby one.