Clarr Smith trudged down stairs, the steps making the polished honey brown wood creak. Sneaking out would be absolutely impossible for anyone, but that wasn't what she was doing at that moment. Her worn gray sweat pants pooled around her toes, the oversized sweater slipped off her slender shoulder. The entire house was quiet, the only sound coming from the living room, where she was sure her older brother lay asleep, the television giving a low dialog. But that was expected, it was 4am.
The phone Clarr was clutching vibrated softly, alerting her of a new message.
Let me come see you... I miss you, Bug.
- C
She knew what it would say, and she was correct. Same boy, same context. Calling her Bug, an old nickname from before, it really used to be the way to her heart but things changed, if only he changed. But, of course not, because it was the same boy and the same context.
They had a history, Clarr had loved him, but everything comes to an end, including their friendship. No, silly goose, they weren't a thing, only friends, very close friends, best friends. It all started when they were younger, he lived down the street, in the Norman household, he had come over.
"Clarr, sweetheart, don't act like that, give him the bigger cookie, he is the guest." Said Jenn, Clarr's mother.
"Mom, he practically lives here, he lost his 'guest' privileges a long time ago." Clarr said in a reluctant manner, shoving the cookie in into the boy's direction, which he took happily, with a teasing look.
"I'll be back with the lemonade, be nice young lady, he's still a guest." Jenn, had walked back into the house.
The children were sitting outside in the backyard patio. As they waited, they happily munched on the warm cookies, Clarr's mother had baked earlier in the evening. The day was nice, the sun was shining and the bees were buzzing. A garden surrounded the snacking children, the occasional butterfly would flutter by. The garden was a very common place to find Clarr and Collin. An open area it was, great for adventures of hunting elves and fairies, or slaying dragons, perfect for searching for insects after a rain-shower.
Jenn walked back onto the stone pathway, closing the glass sliding door behind her, then in the direction of the children, in her arms a tray of homemade lemonade, the fruit provided from their very own tree. Jenn set the tray down and began to pour the juice into glasses for the two. Collin watched Mrs. Smool carefully and noticed a tiny gnat clumsily fly its way over to the glass she was holding and plopped itself right in. Only Collin noticing this quickly decided that he would be taking the other glass.
"Now you kids have fun, and stay out of trouble," Giving a pointed look to both children. "let me know if you need anything." With that she walked away.
Clarr picked up her cup and began to drink, Collin now watching her carefully, with a silly smirk upon his face, just waiting until the now dead fly to be consumed.
"You're a bug, you know that?" Said Collin
Clarr looked over quickly with a questioning stare, "What are you talking about."
"You just ate a bug."
"Did not."
"Did too. I swear, it was in your drink."
"And you didn't tell me?!" Clarr said with a shriek, standing up so quickly that her chair fell to the floor, with such power she lunges at a laughing Collin, the chase began.
"That's gonna be you name now, BUG, 'cause you are what you eat!" From then on, Clarr was now Bug, but only he could call her that.
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Short StoryClarr Smith & Collin Norman have been friends since the beginning of time. Since the day they had met at 5 years old they have been inseparable, their parents were even convinced that they would forever have one another, the two were just so close...
