In a field full of wild daisies dancing in the breeze with the sun beating down on them, two children were lying down in the field, with their heads touching and feet adjacent.
The girl was holding up a white pad and a pencil to the sun, shielding her eyes. Meanwhile the girls companion, a slightly smaller (a fact he resented) boy was sitting next to her with his eyes closed. He was just listening to the slight scratching of the pencil on the pad or the occasional chirp coming from a solitary bird.
It had been over five years since they met and although he would refuse to admit it he was, in fact, deeply in love with the girl sitting next to him. They were only eight but he knew he was going to get married to her, and when your eight, that is about as much in love as you can possibly get. However much he may like her though, all the other boys were still convinced that girls still had cooties. This made occurrences in which they were just, Garfield and Raven, instead of, Garfield the boy and Raven the girl, increasingly rare.
Looking back on his previous dwellings Garfield realised that he did not actually have confirmation that her would have raven as his wife when he was older. Before he could chicken out he plucked up his courage and told Raven
"You know you're my best friend? And you're pretty and really nice. I'm gonna marry you when were older."
She sat up and put down her pad and pencils, she seemed to contemplate this for a minuit before she replied.
"Okay."
A wave of relief washed over Garfield and he made himself comfortable, but Rachel wasn't finished;
"We'll be married and live in a big white house with yellow shutters, a puppy, and one day the stork will bring us some children" She informed him. He just smiled. He liked the sound of that, especially the puppy.
She lay down for a second, before frowning, something was missing, She sat back up again
"Have you seen my colouring book?"
Garfield just smiled. He felt the space next to him, feeling the edges of the paper; he grasped it and passed it over to his black haired comrade. He was glad she came over to his house. Because enough she was hi unofficial-future-kind of-fiancé-to-be or at least that's what he thought she was.