"Get back here, sissy!"
"NO WAY, PSYCHO."
Eight-year-old Luke chased after Gill Hamilton, both of them on the beach that was empty besides the two children. Gill ran fast, but definitely not fast enough, and Luke tackled him to the ground, the two struggling with one another in the sand. The blue-haired kid looked up at the sound of a boat horn, signaling that someone had arrived. He got off of the fussy blonde and walked closer, hoping to see who it was. In the distance was Ozzie, the man who ran the fish shop at the pier. A young boy, about Luke's age accompanied him.
"Hey, Gill, I didn't know someone new was showin' up today!"
Gill paid him no mind, far too busy trying to clean himself off. Luke walked over to the pier, smiling and happy to meet the new kid.
"Hey!"
The boy looked at Ozzie with confusion, not sure what to do. The elder smiled and patted him lightly on the back encouragingly.
"Go forth nephew. Make friends." he said, and the boy turned to Luke, who was still smiling.
"Hi, I'm Luke!"
"Er- I'm Toby…"
"Nice to meet you, dude!" Luke gestured Gill, who was still in the sand being finicky. "That nerd over there is Gill."
"He doesn't look that bad…" Toby gave Gill a curious look. He really didn't look too terrible.
"That's 'cuz you just met him!"
"Ooh…"
Luke spent the rest of the day with Toby, learning about who he was. They became friends fairly quickly, despite their different personalities. Toby was laid back and carefree, while Luke was loud and rambunctious. But somehow, they foiled each other and started the closest friendship either of them had ever had.