Oneshot I made up. It was my first Niff story :) enjoy.
"Vroom, vroom!" the boy squealed, a white paper airplane clutched between his chubby fingers, making dips and turns at the boys command. Giggling, he glided across the forest floor, leaping over the small logs blocking his path. A larger one he didn't see intersected the 7 year old's path, making the blonde trip over it with a thud. The airplane flew majestically out of his grasp until hitting a large tree, crumping into a useless pile at the uncovered roots of the tree.
"No!" the boy mourned, seeing the beloved airplane in a crumpled heap. Salty tears dripped down the boy's mud-stained cheeks. He ducked his head down, crying pitifully into the dry leaves.
"Are you okay?" an innocent voice whispered. The blonde looked up from the leaves to meet a pair of hazel eyes overcome with worry.
The brunette boy was lying on his stomach in front of him, his round face resting on his pale arms, which were flat on the ground. His wavy locks framed his face, making his eyes look even bigger.
"No, I'm not okay," the blonde snapped, his voice nasally from the tears.
"Then what's wrong?" the brunette asked innocently, the worriness in his eyes replaced with hurt and concern. The blonde pointed harshly to the crumpled heap sitting on the gnarls of roots of the tree before burying his face into his thin arms.
The brunette stood up quietly, walking over to the airplane. He carefully picked it up, inspecting it thoroughly before unfolding it. The blonde, who had looked up from his arms, stifled a scream, for the brunette was destroying his destroyed airplane. Who does that? He still watched carefully, though, unsure of what the boy would do.
The brunette carefully refolded the airplane, his tongue sticking out in concentration. He then smiled in satisfaction at the refolded airplane balanced in his hand. He walked over to the blonde who was staring at him in awe. He then jumped up quickly, tackling the boy into a bone crushing hug which caused both of them to fall to the ground.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" the blonde squealed. The brunette giggled, returning the hug. The blonde then rolled off of him, settling beside the brunette. A moment of silence drifted by before the brunette spoke up.
"What's your name?" he asked, turning his head to face the blonde.
"Jeff," he replied, turning towards the other boy. "What's yours?"
"Nick," the other responded, his hands clasped together, twiddling his thumbs.
"Want to be best friends?" Jeff asked, sitting up to look at Nick.
"Yeah!" Nick agreed, propping himself up on his elbows. He glanced at Jeff, who was looking at the paper airplane, once again crumpled and useless. Nick smiled lightly before pulling the blonde to his feet.
"C'mon, Jeffy, I'll make you a new one," the boy said, a wide grin on his face. The blonde grinned before running after the smaller boy, leaving the crumpled airplane and his old life behind him.