Disclaimer: Yada bla, don't own.
AN: Now, here's the long awaited Jassie! Please don't murder me for it being more cute than romantic. (AU)
The five-year-old girl looked at her new classmate in pure horror. From the look on her face, you would've sworn that the stain on her new shoes was blood. She looked ready to kill – and the boy backed away on impulse.
"You got purple paint on my rain boots!" The girl bent down and tried rubbing the paint of with her thumb. It was no use, they were ruined. Her precious new shoes that she'd picked out all by herself were soiled.
In the store, they'd been so pretty, bright and shiny. The same color as the marshmallows her mother never ate because of 'high fat content'. The color of the shiny pearls she'd gotten on her fourth birthday. The same lovely color as the puffy clouds, which she was convinced, tasted like cotton candy.
If any other kindergartener owned them, they would've been the most beautiful rain boots in their entire closet. But some other girl hadn't been lucky enough to grab them off of the shelf in the kiddies' section in the mall. Massie Block had. And now they were ruined.
"It looks better like that!" The boy insisted, holding his arms up as if they would protect him from Massie's wrath. "I like the colors together! It's like…uh…" He tapped his chin to think about what was purple and white together.
"Josh, apologize to Massie," Miss Tussah sighed heavily, looking back at her dresser drawer. Only a bunch of tattling little kids stood in between her and a bottle of extra strength Tylenol. "Now."
"Sorry I spilled paint on your shoes," Josh looked and the floor shyly. Massie knew he was just trying to be cute so he would stay out of trouble. She did the same thing all the time. "Do you forgive me?"
"No." She turned away, folding her arms stubbornly. What would her mommy say when she came home with ruined boots? Miss Tussah rolled her eyes in defeat.
"But purple's the color of royalty!" Josh suddenly offered, trying to patch things up. If Massie didn't accept his apology, then he would have to sit in the time-out chair for a whole, long, never-ending, six minutes. It was pure torture.
"Daddy always said I was a princess," Massie admitted thoughtfully. She tapped her chin. "Okay, I forgive you. But we have to make the boots all purple!"
"Done," Josh agreed, extending a hand.
"And done," Massie smiled, shaking it politely.
Holding hands, the two ran over to a tub of purple paint and decided to start their masterpiece. After all, it was a million times more fun painting pretty rain boots than painting on a stupid piece of paper. It didn't even matter than Massie's mom almost fainted at the sight of the very expensive shoes sloppily painted purple with white stripes – Massie had fun.
And so, years later when her dad asked her how she wanted her room down – the choice was obvious.
"Purple and white!"