Promise we'll meet again?

Deema stepped out of her mother's brand new van, a script held tight in her hands. It had been two years since she had seen this place, but it felt like it was just yesterday.

Pinkie promise? Deema walked into the studio, recollecting what had happened just a few years ago...

" And here is where we edit all of our footage. " A young woman said plainly, smacking her gum loudly. Mrs. Wahler lowered Deema to the ground, gently releasing her daughter onto the floor. Deema looked up at her mother, who was to busy admiring the studio to notice her wandering daughter.

Deema ran around the crowded studio, looking at all the fancy lights and studio equipment. Too distracted to notice, Deema tripped on a few wires, scrapping her knee on the rough carpet.

" Ow! " Deema cried, tears falling down her cheeks. She sat there for a while, almost crying her eyes out, watching as blood gushed from her knee.

" Mama, look! " A young boy dragged his mother over to the fallen girl. Deema wiped the salty tears from her eyes, clearing her blurry vision. " Are you alright honey? " The mother asked, her chocolate brown eyes filled with sympathy. Deema shook her head, pointing to her injury.

" Mama! She's hurt! " The young boy informed. " Yes sweetie, I know, " She answered, rummaging through her purse.

" Here you go! " The mother exclaimed, handing her son a fresh band-aid. The boy waddled over to Deema, gently placing the band-aid over her bloody scrape.

" There, all better, right? " He asked. Deema wiped her eyes one final time, smiling at the boy. " I'm Goby! " He said proudly.

" I'm Deema! " Deema said, once she had finally gathered enough strength to stand. Goby nodded, staring at her as of she was an alien.

" Huh? What? " Deema gasped, feeling around her face. Goby blushed, " Oh nothing, it's just that your really pretty. " Deema smiled, giving Goby a quick squeeze. " Thank you. "

" Deema! " Mr. and Mrs. Wahler yelled, running over to their daughter. Deema turned to Goby, looking down at her shoes. " Looks like I have to go..."

" Promise we'll meet again? " Goby asked. Deema lifted her head, a smile spread across her face. " Yes. "

" Pinkie promise? " Goby held out his pinkie. Deema looked at his finger, then back at her own. " Promise. " Deema nodded, locking her pinkie with Goby's.

Now she was here, at the exact same place she had met him, and she knew she was going to see him again. Promise. Deema looked down at her pinkie, walking into the studio.

Author's Note:

Tomorrow's New Years Eve! I'm so excited, but sort of sad, this year was really great, and I'm nervous for what the new year holds for me. Oh well! :3

And since New Years Day is almost here, that means my new story will be published very soon! I'm planning to publish it on New Years Day itself, but I still have to tweek a few things. I mean, it's not gonna be a great story, but I certainly hope to turns out good!

Anyway, I hope you have a nice New Years Eve! :3