His Imaginary Friends

by What'dIMiss

A new kid, Mike, moves across the street from Zoey. They get along well, and play together. She doesn't know about his alters, thinking he's just pretending when he acts like an explorer, an Olympic gymnast, or an old man. She thinks she finally has a friend... AU. They are both five, then time jumps to high school. One sided Zoke. Need a cover image.

1. Mike

A/N: I DONT NEED ANYMORE MULTI-CHAPS! HELP!

Popped into my mind the other day. Probly has been done before, but whateva. Each chapter will have a different of Mike's personalities appear.

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Five-year-old Zoey ran out the front door of her family's house. This was her normal hour to play outside in her yard before her mother brought her inside to eat lunch. Her mom was in the kitchen keeping an eye on her.

Zoey had various things outside to play with, and always played by herself. She was an only child, and not the greatest at making friends in the neighborhood. The only kid around lived up a few houses and stole Zoey's things all the time and pulled her hair. His name was Scott.

Today, as Zoey was painting a picture at a small plastic table, she noticed a big truck stop in front of the house across the street. It said 'Muskoka Moving Service' on the side. A small sedan pulled up into the house after it. A kid Zoey's age and a woman got out of the car.

The kid was a boy. He was wearing a blue shirt with two masks on it; one was happy, one was sad. He was also wearing a pair of blue shorts and grey sneakers. He had naturally tan skin, happy brown eyes, and hair that spiked up everywhere, like a porcupine. Zoey observed all this as he found her with his eyes and waved.

She timidly waved back, smiling. He looked pretty friendly. Maybe their moms could introduce them.

The boy walked over to the sidewalk on the edge of the road that separated their two houses. "Hi!" he said.

Zoey said nothing. What if he ended up being mean, like Scott? Scott had pretended to be nice to Zoey before breaking her favorite paintbrush. She'd gone home crying.

"Mike! What are you doing? Get away from the road!" The kid's mom called out.

"Sorry, Mom, but I see a girl across the street, and I was saying hi," Mike called back.

"You can say hi to the neighbors later, honey. Now Mom needs you over here."

Mike nodded at her before turning back and waving, again, at Zoey. "See you later!" He ran quickly back to his mom.

Zoey cracked a smile as she returned to her painting. Mike had seemed nice. She wondered what those masks on his t-shirt meant.

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