"Come on this is so unfair!" Will whispered. "He hates me!"

"Oh please Will." Tom Vandom was going to visit an old friend, who's last name just happened to be Olsen. "Mathew is a lovely boy. I highly doubt he hates you."

"Does so." Will had grown since the last time she saw Matt Olsen. She never went back to that creche, even though she stayed friends with Taranee. She hadn't seen the boy in the beanie hat in three hole years, and now her dad was forcing her to go over to his house and play, while her dad and his dad did grown up stuff. Boring!

"We're here now, so behave yourself."

"Me?!" She cried in protest, "tell him that!"

She followed her farther up the pathway and to the door.

"Tom!" Both dad's shook hands. "This must be Will." Mr Olsen knelled down and held his hand for Will's, but she his behind Tom's leg.

"She's a little shy." Tom patted her on the head.

"Your dad tells me you know my son." Will made a face and nodded. It made both men laugh. "Well hes out back if you want to say 'Hi'" That worked out so well the first time she tried! She sighed and nodded, accepting her fate. Mr Olsen told her the way and she left them both.

She saw the same boy from three years ago, only now he was a little bigger, and a little cuter too. Will shook her head and walked up to him. He had a small guitar on his knees, and his eyebrows pulled together.

"H-Hello." He looked up.

"Don't I know you?" He looked her up and down.

"I meet you one time at nursery. My dad knows yours." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh your..." He looked down. "Oh... right... Sorry." He looked up and let the full force of his bright blue eyes onto her. "I was showing off in front of my friends. I was just a kid..."

"It's OK." She blushed. "What are you doing?"

He looked down at his lap. "Oh, this? My grandpa gave it to me and I'm trying to play it."

"Lets hear." Will sat next to him and he placed his hands slowly in the right places. He did a slow and jerky version of 'smoke on the water'. Matt looked down.

"I suck." Will giggled.

"You'll get better."

They both talked and laughed. Will told Matt about stuff going on in her life, and he did the same. They were soon becoming friends.

"Well Tom, what do you think? I bet they fall in love." There fathers walked thought the door at the other end of the garden.

"Ew!" Both children cried out. Tom winked at his daughter.

The men laughed and left them alone again.

"Ignore him. Hes on medication." He laughed a little.

"Really?" Will's eyebrow rose.

"... No. But he should be." They laughed again.

"I mean mushy stuff is gross." Matt nodded in agreement. "I saw this girl making out with a guy in the park one time. It made me sick." Will pulled a face and Matt laughed again.

"I've seen stuff like that! It really is gross." His words said one thing but Will saw something else in his eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get a boy to kiss me anyway."

"Why?" Matt couldn't understand the sad look in her eyes. To him she was very pretty, so why would she doubt herself?

"Look at me." She gestured to her body. "And on top of that," she pointed to her hair, "I'm a ginger." Matt laughed.

"I like red hair." Instantly he regretted saying that. "I mean... Umm."

"You really like red hair?" She looked hopeful, how could he not say yes.

"It looks different. And normal people are boring."

"Oh my god! I say that too!" Will's face lit up.

"Really?" She nodded. "Cool."

"I dare you to kiss me." Will said out of the blue, after a moment of silence.

"W-What?!"

"Well if I'm never going to get anyone to kiss me, and you like red hair, this could be my only shot."

"I doubt that." He mumbled. "Fine." He said stubbornly and put the guitar down.

"Wait... shouldn't we... I don't know." Matt laughed and leaned closer. "Never mind." Will shot up and ran into the house, her face very red. She left Matt laughing to himself by the tree.