"Hi, my name's Ethan," said a young boy to a girl that was playing by herself at the blue plastic table in the corner of the playroom.
"I'm Avery Nicole Parks," replied the pretty girl with the brown hair in a sweet voice.
"Can I play with those Leggos, too?" he asked her. The little girl hesitated before handing him a pile of blocks.
"I'm making a spaceship," she told him.
"Like with aster-o-nauts?" the boy asked. She nodded her head so vigorously that her flower headband fell over her eyes. She laughed and pushed it up.
"My mommy always makes me wear things with flowers on them. She says they look pretty on little girls," the girl explained.
"Not on all girls. Some girls are ugly," the boy said.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" the girl asked innocently. The boy blushed slightly.
"No, I think you're real pretty," he said. The girl smiled, a few teeth missing from her mouth.
"Want to be my best friend?" she asked him.
"Sure!" he answered excitedly.
The two of them continued playing with the Leggos and chatting about their fascinating, 5-year old lives. Two children becoming best friends, just like that.
15 years later...
"If you don't give me that remote right now, I'm going to punch your head off," Ethan yelled.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M WATCHING FULL HOUSE!" I shouted back. He lunged at the remote in my hand and fell on top of me. I tried kicking at him, but his weight was on my legs. He grabbed my wrists as I tried to shake him off. In our struggle, the remote fell to the floor. We both looked at each other and then back at the remote. Then we pushed and shoved at each other and launched off of the couch to the floor.
"HAH! I GOT IT!" he cried, grasping the remote, climbing to his knees.
"NO YOU DON'T!" I shouted, kicking him in the back of the knees so he fell to the ground again. I climbed onto his back and snatched the remote out of his hands. I jumped to my feet and held the remote up, a victorious smirk on my face. He glared at me from the ground.
"You've watched this episode like 694 times!" he exclaimed.
"Well now it's 695," I said, sitting back on the couch. He climbed up next to me, huffing.
"You suck," he mumbled.
"So do you, but I still keep you around," I said, shooting a sideways grin at him. He mimicked my words and shoved me into the side of the couch. I sat upright again, a smile still on my face, and shoved him back.
Ethan James was my best friend. He had been since the day we met in kindergarten, playing with Leggo spaceships. We had grown up together, never apart, completely attached by the hip. He was the one I told everything to, the one I could fight with about random things, the one who was always there for me no matter what. He accepted me for my somewhat tom-boyish ways and my stubborn attitude. And I accepted him for his snobbish and also stubborn personality. We argued and fought. We laughed and we talked.
He was my best friend. And I loved him for that.