I don't own The Lion King!
A/N: Sorry it's so short!
Simba never really laughed after his imaginary friend died.
The minute he became eight months old, his mother told him that he had to 'grow up' and send his imaginary friends away.
Sure, he laughed with every now and then, but he didn't laugh his true laugh. It was a fake laugh.
Now, as Nala looked at Pride Rock with her green eyes widened with wonder, he let his laughter grow louder. His friend glared at him.
"I'm not kidding Simba! I mean, how was Pride Rock formed? For the sixth and final time, answer my question!" The teen lioness demanded.
"Look Nal', I'd like to talk but Rafiki wants to talk about getting a mate, and then Dad's taking me for a walk.."
"Answer my question!"
"Fine, fine. Love."
She raised an eyebrow, but he never answered.
He never did; instead he thought of the one lioness he grew up with, who he learned to love.
Nala.
The plot for this came when my friend said her mother told her she wasn't allowed imaginary friends after the age of three and appearently, she always 'faked' laughed, until she met me.
Anyway, in chapter 10, they were around six to eight months. In this, they're teens.