Thanks for all who read my story. You guys are the best! I'm sorry this is a late update, but I've been pretty busy lately.

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Anyways, I decided to make Giotto a lot happier starting now. He was just depressed back then, but he's met a friend.

To those who add my story and my name to your favorites list thanks so much. I really appreciate all the encouragement. This chapter will be longer, so it will satisfy you guys. Please review and tell me what needs to be done or added. I've taken a couple reviewers advice, and made it a tiny bit more detailed. Also, reviews make me feel really happy, and I feel like each review is one step more to me becoming a better writer.

So, Enjoy!

The blonde boy woke up from his sleep, and yawned. Giotto rubbed his eyes with one hand, and slowly stood up. Sunlight streamed in through the holes in the ceiling, casting shadows on the dirty flooring. Water dripped down, and the boy could see that tiny puddles of rainwater were already beginning to surround him. Brushing the dirt of his arms, Giotto began to neatly fold the worn-out blanket (sheet), and place the pillow sheet full of old newspapers on top. He was startled by the sound of footsteps, and looked up to see G. "Hey, good morning! I see you've finally woken up. We thought you were in a coma or something." the red-haired boy called out.

The blonde boy grinned shyly and replied, "Thanks. I really appreciate your help and Ms. Elena's too. It's early so I think I'll be on my way now." They stood there in utter silence for a little bit, and a cool breeze made both of them shiver.

G. just looked at Giotto and frowned. "Can't you stay a bit longer?" he thought of an excuse. "I mean…you haven't really payed for your stay." Giotto began to worry. He didn't have any money on him, but he couldn't just not pay them.

"I…um…sorry, but I don't have anything at all…" the blonde boy explained, fishing in his pockets to prove his point. "But I can go out to make some money, and then I'll be able to pay you bac…" Giotto was interrupted by G.

"N-no no sorry that's not what I meant. Not pay us in money…but maybe you could help us out in the garden a little?" the red-haired boy asked hopefully.

Giotto seemed happy that he had the chance to do something for them, even it was just something small. "I'd be delighted to help!"

" All right. Follow me then."

The blonde boy followed G. down a small rock path outside of the tiny cottage. Around him were beautiful roses, with many different colors. Ruby red, golden yellow, and perfect white. The air was a world of melodies. Crickets chirped, and a blue bird joined in song, perching on a brown nest, woven out of straws and grass. The duet was such beauty to Giotto's ears. Hummingbirds floated around, nibbling at the occasional flower, and bees collected honey for their hive. Walking a little farther, the two boys arrived at the vegetable garden. Giotto gasped in shock.

"You like it, huh?" was G.'s happy response.

Tomato plants, potato plants, cabbages, watermelons, pumpkins, squashes, and so much more were scattered around the rich soil. A wooden gate was full of gorgeous vines, draping around the holes, and blossoming flowers. The baby blue sky was littered with lazy, drifting clouds, hiding an amazing orange sun. After standing there for quite some time, G. grabbed Giotto's hand and pulled him down the path.

"Come on, there's this really cool place I've found!"

The blonde boy ran to keep up, and was amazed at what he saw.

A crystalline river flowing through the lush forest, was surrounded by tall rocks and dense bushes. That wasn't all. Many fish swimming through jumped out of the cool water, splashing both of them. Their fins sparkled in the sunlight, and Giotto could have sworn one smiled at him.

"These are really tasty fish," G. explained. "I have my ol' fishing rod here, and if I get lucky, we'll be able to eat a really fabulous lunch!" he held up an long, smooth stick, proudly. Attached to the end of the stick was a long string.

Giotto hadn't noticed it, so it seemed G. had left it on the ground here. The blonde boy nodded happily, and replied, "Great!"

"There's not that many fish here, but if we move a bit further down, they'll be swarming like bugs!" the red-haired boy said.

Both of them walked steadily along the river, until G. stopped. "Here it is!"

Then, cautiously, he began to climb onto a tall rock with curved slits in it. Inserting his hand and feet into the holes, the red-haired boy finally made it up. G. motioned for Giotto to come, but the blonde boy wasn't so enthusiastic. Giotto had never been so good at sports, and was pretty clumsy. This rock climbing thing meant death for him.

The red-haired boy noticed his unease, and quickly thought of an idea. "Hey, come on, it's all right. I'll help you up!"

Hesitating, Giotto began to slowly climb up the rock edge, and was a few steps away from the top when his hand slipped.

One hand on the top, the rest of his body about to fall, Giotto began to panic. Right as he was about to plummet down, a hand caught him, and pulled him up.

G. smiled as the blonde boy's head appeared, and slowly began to pull him up.

"Man you're heavy!" he said.

Giotto could only laugh, and thank him.

The red-haired boy picked up his rod, and motioned for the blonde to watch him. "Look, this is how I'm going to catch it," he said, pulling a dead cockroach out of one of his pockets, and using a needle and thread to tie it to the rod. "This will ensure that the bait probably won't be washed away with the current. I normally don't catch anything, but it's fun to try!"

As G. began to wait for the fish to bite, a grinning Giotto watched him, bathing in the sunlight.

The two of them sat there, not saying anything, but waiting and watching. It must have been only about 15 minutes before the red-haired boy got impatient. "Dang these stinkin' fish! Ain't a single thing we can do!"

At the moment he said that, a ripple in the water, and a tug signaled G. that a fish had latched onto the hook.

"It's a big one!" he shouted. "You're going to have to help me lure it up!"

Giotto quickly began tugging on the string, using all his power to try and help him catch the fish. Surprisingly, the string was very strong, and the two boys managed to pull it up.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, G. laughed loudly. "Yes! Giotto, look! We got it!"

The blonde boy's eyes were wide open in amazement. But not at the fish. It had been the first time somebody had called him by his actual name in a long time.

Suddenly, the fish started flailing about, startling Giotto. All of a sudden, he lost his balance, and fell down into the river.

G. gasped and shouted loudly. "GRAB ONTO OF THE ONE BRANCHES!"

The current was not very strong, Giotto had to admit, but neither was he. Kicking with all his might, he pushed his way to the surface, and grabbed onto a nearby branch.

"Pull yourself up!" the red-haired boy said.

Slowly, but surely, Giotto began to grab onto the branch, and pulled himself up. Panting loudly, he began to crawl towards the other side of the river, and jumped onto the grass. G. was on the ground, waiting for him, fish in hand. "Glad you're alive Giotto!" he said happily. It was at that moment the blonde haired boy felt something he had forgotten to feel. Clasping his hand tightly, he looked up and smiled at G. Giotto had forgotten to laugh an honest laugh. He had forgotten to smile a real smile. But this time, Giotto did. He smiled, and then began laughing out loud. G. seemed to be confused, but nevertheless he too began to laugh. They lay on the grass, laughing for a long time, until the sun reached it's highest point in the sky. This was something the blonde boy just remembered to do, and feel.

This was true friendship.

Both of them began to stand up, and Giotto helped pull G. up. Smiling, they began to head back to the cottage, holding the still squirming fish and the fishing rod. The fish was a beauty of a sight, and it was enormous. The blonde boy had never eaten or even seen such a big one. When they finally arrived in the garden, G. came and quickly pulled out 3 small tomatoes and a garlic.

"For later," he said.

Inside, Elena was cleaning up the house, and was surprised to see the two.

"Mom! Giotto and I caught a really big fish! Can you cook it for lunch?" the red-haired boy asked excitedly.

"Well of course, that's great honey! And Giotto-" she didn't have time to finish the sentence, when the blonde cut it.

"I'm sorry Ms. Elena, but I felt I had to repay you somehow, so I decided to help him G. in the garden, and catch the fish." Giotto explained.

Elena didn't need to hear more. She pulled the boy into a big embrace, and her smile was as wide as a dinner plate.

"That's not what I wanted to say. I'm just so proud of you both for becoming friends."

Friends.

Yes, that's what they were, and that's how it would be.

"So what say you guys, we make a fire, and cook this thing up?" Elena said.

"Yeah!" the two boys shouted in unison.

Okay, I have to apologize. I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I didn't want to make it too long, so I was wondering whether or not I should continue. To Jigglypuff's Pillow: I did make the chapters longer, and Giotto isn't as emo as he was before. He's made a friend, so it should be better now. Next chapter will be up tomorrow. I'm pretty sure. Reviews greatly appreciated. Even constructive criticism. Sorry about the one liners, one of my reviewers told me to seperate what people say into different lines. There was a lot of dialogue this chapter. I aplogize again.

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