The Story of Us
Chapter 4: Blood Siblings
By: WoopWoop87
A/N: This chapter is sort of based on an experience I had with an old best friend of mine (Just the blood sibling's part).
It was the summer after second grade and everyone was beginning to feel older. They had completed their first season of hockey with a whopping record of zero wins but managed not to lose any players. The child hood gang had remained tight through these years especially Guy and Connie. It was a Friday night and they were getting ready for the weekly campout, which was at Connie's house this week.
In Minnesota the summers were fairly mild with little humidity, the nights were rather cool but still warm enough to want to sleep under the stars. Guy rolled out his sleeping bag as he plopped down on it next to Connie. She looked at his knee seeing a fresh scab. "Ew, what happened to you?" She asked trying not to come off too girly.
"Yeah I got bad rug burn sliding on my carpet today," he said rubbing over it a bit.
"You ever heard of blood brothers," she said, her eyes still on the scab.
"Yeah, when you break open cuts or something and mix blood to initiate a friendship," Guy said trying to come off as a know it all to impress her.
"Well you wanna do it?" Connie asked.
"What why, you would have to cut yourself and I don't want you to get hurt or anything. And my scab if I break it, it might scar forever."
"Oh come on lighten up Guy, it won't be that bad," Connie said bulling a hair clip from her hair. "It's not like I'm going to die from a little scratch."
"But still it will hurt you and I don't want that to happen."
"Calm down, what are you scared of bleeding a little?" She joked.
"I just hate seeing blood it kinda creeps me out," Guy admitted.
The smile faded from Connie's face. "Why haven't you ever told me?" She asked.
"Because I was embarrassed," Guy sighed looking down.
"Don't worry I won't tell, I know those guys and their stupid 'wuss breaths' and things like that." She laughed a bit.
"I wanna do it," Guy decided. He realized that he didn't care about getting hurt again, or the pain. He wanted to prove their friendship forever to let her know that he wanted to show that they were best friends, that he would do anything for her.
"No, you don't have to its okay."
"But I want to," he said with a little smile. "I want to initiate this bond so we know that at this point in time we were best friends." He took his nail and picked at his scab slightly allowing a little bit of blood to leak out; Connie took her clip and pricked her finger.
"Okay," she said rubbing her finger against his knee, "done. Hello blood brother." She said shaking his hand.
"Hello, blood sister," he replied.
"C'mon let's go get some band aids," she said stepping out of the tent.
That night they lay under the stars outside the tent. It was a clear night and the stars and the moon shined so crisply in the black sky. "Connie?" Guy began, "where do you think we'll be in 10 years?"
"Well we'll just be out of high school, we'd be getting ready to go off to college, not for hockey I could only assume," she giggled.
"How about 20?"
"Well we'll probably be married," Guy smiled, "to our college sweat hearts or somebody like that," she said, the smile fading from his face.
"Do you think we'll ever be together?" he asked looking straight into her eyes.
She thought for a moment pausing, creating a moment of deafening silence, "Well I'm not sure, I would never want to ruin our friendship."
"I understand," Guy nodded.
"You wanna go inside for a little while? I think there are some good movies on," Connie said changing the subject, she always knew the exact time to stop without letting anybody get hurt.
"Sure," Guy shrugged as he followed her into the house.
Third grade was like any other, everybody was getting bigger and smarter but none of them seemed to get better at hockey. Jesse Hall waked along with Guy as they went outside for recess. "Why weren't you at practice yesterday?" Guy asked as they walked through the light snow.
"My dad had to work late," Jesse said zipping up his jacket, "what'd we do?"
"You know same ole same ole." Guy replied.
"Got into another fight?"
"What else would you expect. I wish peter would stop being such a jerk."
"Was he making fun of you and Connie again?"
"No, Charlie this time," Guy sighed, "something about being a moma's boy or something."
"When will that boy shut up?" Jesse complained.
"Fight, fight, fight!" Everybody cheered in the distance. Guy and Jesse looked up to see a big crowd over by the basket ball courts. They ran over to see what was going on.
"You take that back you little pip squeak!" Goldberg said trying to take a swing at Peter.
"Never tubby," Peter said ducking from the hit.
"Stop making fun of my moma!" Goldberg commanded.
"Why? She's just so fat she takes up 6 jokes!" Peter retaliated.
"Oh c'mon Peter! Will you stop it?" Guy said cutting in.
"Oh Guy you better watch out, your girlfriend isn't here to protect you," He teased.
"Why don't you shut up you little shrimp!" Jesse cut in.
"Aw, little friend won't let wuss breath over here get hurt," Peter said in a baby voice.
"Now it's on," Guy said punching Peter in the face. Of course at this age a fight was no big deal, a push there, a kick here so no official damage was made but the school treated it like murder.
"Boys! Boys get over here!" The principle wailed marching over to the fight. "That's it! Everybody in detention now, no recess for you today or tomorrow!" She said filling them back into the building. Guy glared at Peter on the way in, he hated that boy, he hated him so much.