Best Friends with the Player

Chapter 1- Best Friends with the Player

Chapter 1- Best Friends wit the Player

INTRO:

You see that little girl sitting in the corner over there all by herself reading... Her name is Kimmy. She's six years old and everyone in Kindergarten picks on her because she's smart, and really quiet. But deep down she's great. If someone took the chance to get to know her she would be irresistible to them.

That little boy back there laughing with his group of friends, his name is Asher. Everyone likes him because he's funny, and adorable. He's cool for a six year old, and he gets along with everyone. He likes to make everyone happy, and laugh.

What they don't know is that in two minutes Asher and Kimmy are going to become the greatest of friends...

"Hey, Kimberly! Where're your glasses!?" The annoying little brat named Tyler said to Kimmy.

"Um...I... I left them at h-home," She said quietly feeling shy.

"Aww, that's too bad! Hey Kimmy what's that on your shirt?" Tyler joked pointing.

Kimmy looked down to see what Tyler was talking about and when she did he ran his finger up her face poking her in the forehead. All the kids started laughing and pointing at Kimmy. She felt stupid and humiliated; she was on the verge of crying.

"Hey, that's not nice. She didn't do anything to you," Little Asher ordered Tyler.

"Ash, I was just playing with her. Right, Kimmy?" He snickered. Kimmy nodded her head forcefully feeling a tear trickle down her face.

"Just leave her alone, Ty," Asher told him.

"Whatever dude. You're no fun," Ty complained walking back to his desk to finger paint.

Asher turned back to Kimmy who was sitting on the floor, silently crying to herself. Asher felt bad. She didn't have that many friends, and she always seemed to be alone. He grabbed her a tissue and handed it to Kimmy taking a seat next to her.

"Here," Ash said handing her the tissue. "I'm sorry about Tyler; he's kind of a meanie."

Kimmy smiled weakly nodding her head. She murmured quiet thanks, whipping the tears on her face. Asher smiled at her, an idea popping into his head.

"Hey, want to finger paint with me?" He asked Kimmy.

She looked at him as he was fully serious. No joke what so ever. She was surprised that Asher had asked her to play with him. No one had ever asked to. When she said a quite yes , he spoke up.

"Pleeeease- Oh wait, what was that? Did you say yes!Well, let's go!" Asher said eagerly, taking her hand and pulling her over to the blue table.

That's the day that marked the friendship of Kimmy and Asher.... Soon they were inseparable, best friends forever.

11 years later!

"Come on, Kimmy! We're going to be late for school... AGAIN!" Asher called from downstairs.

"Hold on, Mr. Pushy! I'm coming, I'm coming," I laughed taking a quick look in the mirror then dashing down the stairs.

"Finally! I swear, I think I could have driven all the way to Canada and still made it back with plenty of time to wait for you!" He joked, kicking my leg playfully as I passed him and headed to the kitchen.

"Well, sorry that I actually care about what I look like in the morning," I rolled my eyes nudging him back.

"I do too! But do I take two hours? NO!" Asher laughed, making his blue eyes sparkle.