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*Third Person POV*

"Duck. Duck. Duck... um, duck... GOOSE!" Angel Ride squealed in delight as Gazzy Martinez poked the top of her head.

She absolutely loved being chosen as the goose; it was her favorite part of recess.

Other kids began cheering her on as she jumped to her feet, immediately after being chosen.

She let out a scream as Gazzy began chasing her around the playground, both of them giggling away.

Suddenly, she stumbled over a piece of blue sidewalk-chalk a classmate had been using nearby.

This caused a chain reaction, sending Gazzy sailing over top of Angel, landing on the blonde girl's back by accident.

The fall had somehow squished the little boy's stomach, and the next thing they knew...

TOOT!

"EWW!" The other kids on the playground began shrieking, disrupting the Duck Duck Goose circle as they all scattered to the other side of the fenced in area.

Even teachers began coughing, the stench was so bad.

Both luckily and unluckily, Angel's seasonal allergies had been flaring up lately. Her nose was too stuffed up to smell anything.

But it was still gross.

"Oh, yuck!" She exclaimed, pushing Gazzy off of her back and rolling over.

Gazzy grinned proudly as he stood, brushing the dirt off his camouflage cargo shorts.

"Oops." He smiled.

Angel rolled her eyes, but smiled back anyway.

"Even though you made everyone quit the game, and as gross as that was, I have to admit, it was impressive." She stated. "But don't tell my sisters I said that." She giggled.

Gazzy nodded, laughing.

"You're Angel, aren't you? My family hates yours." He said bluntly.

"Yeah, I know. Gazzy, right? Now I know why you're called that!" She laughed. "But really, though. I don't get why they hate each other. I mean, you guys don't seem so bad. I actually kind of want to be your friend!" She added, slightly surprised.

Her sisters would so kill her, she thought. But she didn't care, Gazzy was cool in her book.

After all, he was the only kid who'd actually picked her as the goose.

And the only one who would even talk to her, for that matter.

"Really? We can be friends, if you want." He responded.

At this, Angel's raspberry lips curled into a smile, showing off her two missing teeth smack dab in the front.

"Sure!" Her face lit up.

"Cool. Now we just have to spit on it. I saw people do it in a movie. It means that like, if you bring pancakes to school or something, you have to share with me. Okay?" Gazzy questioned, his blue eyes glinting mischievously.

Angel narrowed her eyes accusingly.

"No way! I love pancakes. Your trick isn't going to work; I'm the manipulative one. But good try," She patted his shoulder.

Gazzy looked down at his feet, realizing she had caught him. He felt kind of scummy for trying to trick his new best friend like that.

"It's okay! I'm not mad. How about I just bring extra? But you have to do the same, too." Angel said demandingly.

"Sorry, Angel. I thought it'd work. Most kids fall for that stuff, you know." He admitted. Angel stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well not me!" They both laughed.

"Oh well. I guess we're both pretty smart, huh? So, let's make this friendship official, alright?" He spit in his hand, before offering it out to Angel.

She just stared at it in horror. Gazzy got impatient, so he reached out to grab her hand himself.

The little girl squealed, stepping backwards, almost tripping over a pile of pebbles some kid had made earlier.

"Ew! I am not shaking your hand after you spit in it! Gross, Gazzy!" She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

He huffed, slightly offended, but understood nevertheless. Max had always told him that doing that was disgusting- he guessed she was probably right about it.

"Fine. Normal fist bump, then. I'll use my other hand. It's clean; I swear!" He said, waving his hand around in her face.

"Well, alright..." Angel replied hesitantly, being the germaphobe her sisters had trained her to be.

She reached out, pounding fists with the boy.

"There. It's official; we're best friends now." Gazzy said triumphantly.

"Awesome!" Angel cried.

And that was that. A new friendship had been made, despite the fact that it was supposed to be forbidden, what with the children's older siblings' history.

Gazzy Martinez and Angel Ride didn't seem to care about the bad blood, though.

After all- friendship was friendship. To them, once you shook- well, fist-bumped - on it, that was it.

For them, they knew that they were going to be best friends for at least life.

It was as simple as that, to their innocent, yet extremely naive brains.

If only aforementioned siblings had known how much this little newly created bond between the little kids would affect their lives. All of them.

For good, or for worse?

Well, it's not going to be that easy to find out the answer.

But since you're already along for the ride...

You'll figure it out soon.