Disclaimer: it's not mine, please review and let me know if you like it, I hope you do. This chapter is primarily flashback.
"Lucas, please" my mom pleaded with a four year old me. "Just a little bit longer, I just need to pick up a few more things and then I will take you to the park I promise."
Today was a day like most others in my four year old life. I was running errands with my single mother, Karen, lagging behind counting down the minutes until I got to go to the park. Even at an early age I had perfected the art of brooding, and although I hated shopping, I loved my mom.
"Okay, mommy" I quietly reply, wandering behind my mom through racks of children's clothing. My first day of summer camp was starting tomorrow and my mother was determined to buy me some new clothes.
"You would look nice in blue" a girl's voice suggest from behind me. I turn around to see a little girl, presumably my age, holding up a blue buttoned up shirt.
"That is my favorite color" I whisper, taken back by the specimen in front of me. You had long wavy brown hair that had a pink bow in it, pulling the front half off of your face as not to cover your greenish brown eyes. But it was your smile that really got me, quite possibly the biggest smile I had ever seen. You had a pink sundress on, and even with little heels on your feet, you stood at least 4 inches smaller than me.
"My name is Brooklyn Penelope Davis. I am four years old. Oh and I'm an angel." You excitedly tell me, taking my small hand into yours and shaking it.
"I've never met an angel before" I marveled. Not doubting for a second that this pretty girl in front of me could be anything less than an angel.
"Well now you know one!" you smile "don't worry though; I didn't even know I was an angel until my daddy told me I was. Who are you anyway, and why do you look so sad?" your head turns to the side, examining me.
"Oh, I'm Lucas Eugene Scott. I'm four, too. My mom says I'm a pumpkin, but that's not really as cool as being an angel…" I feel my cheeks become hot, as you begin to giggle in front of me.
"Brooklyn, we're leaving now." A stern voice yells over the masses of clothes.
"Is that your mommy?" I question as you turn to the voice.
"No, that's my nanny. My mommy isn't really around much. Well, Lucas, I gots to go. Here make your mommy buy you that shirt; you'll look handsome in it. It was nice meeting you; I've never known a pumpkin before." And with that you push the blue shirt into me, smile, and run away.
"Who was that adorable little girl?" my mom questions as I look down at the shirt in my hands, a little taken back by what just happened.
"Oh, that's Brooklyn Penelope Davis, she's an angel." I shrug, which earns a laugh from my mom.
I give her the shirt that you gave me, and along with the masses of other clothes I'm reluctantly going to be forced into, watch her pay as we finally get to go to the park.
I glance back at my mother before running to the basketball court with my ball. I might not be able to reach the basket yet, but I can dribble pretty well. All was going well until the ball hits my foot and goes rolling away.
"Wow, you are a pumpkin." A familiar voice states. I look up and see you coming towards me with my ball. "You even have pumpkin friends!" You're eyes grow as you stand in front of me with seemingly no intention of giving me my ball back.
"It's not a pumpkin." Gosh girls don't know anything. "It's a basketball, and it is not my friend I just loved to play with it."
"Oh" you simply state, still holding onto my ball. "why aren't you playing with the other boys?" Even then you were full of annoying questions.
"They don't like me."
"Because you're a pumpkin?"
"No well, I don't know. They just aren't my friends."
"Oh. So you don't have any friends?"
"So what" I angrily reply, reaching forward attempting to get my ball back. You simply step to the side, easily avoiding my grasp.
"I don't either" you quietly reply.
"But, you're an angel" I reason full of confusion.
"I know! I tell them that but they don't seem to care!"
We both stand there in shock for a few moments before an idea escapes my lips.
"I could be your best friend" I suggest, I mean sure you are a little pushy and a girl but I mean there would be a lot of benefits having an angel as your best friend.
"Okay!!" you exclaim, finally dropping my ball, pulling me into a hug.
"So what do we do now?" I ask as I sit down on the court. I see your eyes staring at the dirty floor and already know what you're thinking. "Here" I say as I put my basketball on the ground in front of me "Sit on this, so your dress doesn't get dirty".
"Thank you, best friend. We should kiss."
"What?! No way why?"
"Cause my daddy always brings girls over to my house. They have dinner with us and tell me that they are friends, they always go up to his room to play, and when I look inside to see if I can play too, I seem them kissing and stuff."
"Oh, really?"
"Yea, I asked him about it, and he said that that is what friends do."
"Well if that's what friends do" I shrug. Next thing I know you jump forward and kiss me, straight on the lips.
"I've never kissed an angel" I blushed. For the rest of my stay at the park we discussed our newfound duties as best friends, including picture drawing, play dates, and nick names, we learned that we would both be attending the same camp the next day. I showed you how I could dribble, and you clapped when I made the ball go from one hand to the other. I soon realized that I liked having a best friend; even if you were I mean are a girl.
"Its dark, so I should probably go" You say as I push you on the swings.
"I'll see you tomorrow, best friend." I smile as I help you off the swing.
"Hey, Brooke?" I question as you begin to move away from me. "How long will we be best friend for?"
I'll never forget the look on your face when you turned around. "Forever" you replied, so confident and sure of the word, like it was the easiest question you had ever been asked. You kissed me on the cheek and ran off before I could say anything else.
The next morning, I insisted on wearing the blue buttoned up shirt my mom had bought me the day before, much to her bewilderment. I made sure we got to camp early, just like I promised you the day before. I sit down at a table making sure I saved the seat next to me for you.
"Lucas!" you scream from behind me
"I saved you a seat." I proudly stand up pulling out the chair next to me for you.
"Thank you, you look handsome today best friend"
"I remembered what you said about blue" I whispered, becoming intimidated by the masses of kids who were filling the room. You grabbed my hand and squeezed it giving me a reassuring smile. Even when we were four, you had the innate ability to calm me. Soon, the teacher made us go around the room and introduce ourselves.
"My name is Brooklyn Penelope Davis and this is my best friend Lucas Eugene Scott" your voice was confident as you smiled brightly and pointed to me.
"You can't be best friends, you're a girl and he's a boy." A kid from the other side of the table exclaimed, followed quickly by a class full of agreeing voices.
I looked at Brooke confused, why couldn't we be best friends? The smile on your face began to fade and I knew I had to do something. We might not have known each other long, but I already knew that I didn't like it when you were sad.
"Yes we can!" I suddenly screamed pushing my chair back and standing up. "I can be best friends with whoever I want to be best friends with. You're just jealous that your best friend isn't an angel."
There isn't much more that I specifically remember from that day. But the smile on your face when I sat back down is still etched in my brain. Those 24 hours worth of events pretty much set the tone for our friendship. I still love to make fun of Brooke over the whole 'I'm an angel' thing.
"Lucas, Lucas" a voice interrupts my thoughts. "She's stabilized, you can go see her now"
And with that, I stand up bracing myself to go visit my angel. My angel with broken wings.