Okay, this may eventually turn into a series. If it does, I’ll need a..a bunch of comments or something. Or if I get at least two good ones, I’ll continue it.

“Okay, so we’ll have this frame right here, and we can make a bench to match it that will go here…then we can put some windchimes here!”

She wouldn’t be quiet. At all. One frame was all it took to make her talk for the entire day. I don’t know how much longer I can take it…but hey, wasn’t it me who had this stupid crush on her for the past 3 years? Funny how it didn’t come into play when I really needed it too. And of course, she just happens to be oblivious enough.

She had her long platinum blonde hair put up into a messy ponytail, and a loose red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I always thought she looked best when she wore something simple like that…I don’t know why, I just did. I ran my fingers through my own messy black hair.

“Hey! Are you even listening to me??”

Yeah, that’s Gale all right. She can’t stand it when people don’t listen to her.

I probably should have responded to her, because she slugged me in the arm after about 30 seconds. I decided I should say something. “Hey, no need to hurt me. After all, you were the one who asked me to come over. What are you talking about, anyway?” I was about to let out a sly grin when I said that, but she would have hurt me even more if I did. I wasn’t weak, she just punch really hard.

“I was talking about how we’re gonna decorate our first house, idiot.”

Wait, did she just say OUR house?! She doesn’t like me, does she?!  “O-Our w-w-what?!” Don’t you just love when you can’t control your embarrassment?

“Our first house.” She’s talking about our first house when we’re only 16?? Is she crazy??

“I’m sorry, can we change the topic??”

“Just trying to plan our future, love.” With that, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Abigale Levina Derufinia…the girl who I’m pretty sure still thinks that boys still have cooties…kissed me.

Am I dreaming?

Okie dokie, since some of you people seem to actually like my writing, you get an update. Most of the time this will be going by themes, therefore entitling last chapter ‘Future’, and this one is ‘Carnival’. I’m really going to try to keep going with the same characters, but if I don’t, I’ll just give it a slightly different title, m’kay? Oh, and this chapter will be taking place from both of their points of view. I takes place about a year before the previous chapter.

~~Abigale’s POV~~

I hate carnivals. Absolutely do not like them. Yet, I accept the invitation from Davie to go to one.

“Why the long face, Gale?” He is way to polite sometimes…why weren’t humans created with mute buttons or something? That’s when I saw it. The dreaded darts. How I wish that game would just drop off the face of the planet; maybe go to Mars or Jupiter. For all I care, it could just go to Hong Kong.

Of course that’s the game he decides to drag me to. I wanted to tell him it would be best if he didn’t touch me, but he seems so happy right now..wait…why do I care?

“Why do you want to play this? Aren’t there OTHER games you could play? I mean, you said you grew out of things like this. I’m usually the one who likes things I’m too old for…” I guess darts isn’t too kiddie-like, but still.

Does he decide to listen? OF COURSE NOT.

“Ah, a young couple? Would you, young sir, be trying to win a prize for your lass?”

I felt my face turn red…which, may I add, doesn’t happen. Especially not with Daven.

He must have been trying to make himself look cool, because he decided that he was going to hold onto my hand and say yes to the man..who I really do not like right now.

I guess I should have been happy that he didn’t put his arm around me, but hey.

~~Daven’s POV~~

I must have really sold it, the man even slipped me a little note that said ‘Good luck with her-she seems a little odd.’ I myself found that a little rude, since he was obviously regarding her knee high, black and white striped socks..which obviously matched with her white sundress. At least she’s not one of the delinquents walking around here with peircings on every possible part of their body, chains, hair died weird colors, and several other things that I will not mention.

It’s actually kind of funny, how she hasn’t realized why I took her here, instead of the Ice Cream Palour or the Arcade like we’ve done since we were kids. And it’s incredibly cute. Wait, what was that?? Gah, she has to stop making me watch chick-flicks with her. I think it’s starting to affect my brain.

Not like I didn’t like her before, but…until we were thirteen, I didn’t even regard her as a girl. We pushed each otherin mud and didn’t even care, even though half the time we would be stuck washing the mud out of our shoes. The only thing about her that made her look like a girl was her hair, but even then she kept in in a bun, so I never payed much attention to it.

Now I was actually turning into more of a teen; the way most guys my age acted was starting to occur in me, and I started finding her extremely cute..

“Dave!!” Her frail-looking hands were pushing into my side, evidently trying to wake me from my…err, trance. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

She actually had a concerned look on her face, which quickly turned to one of aggravation as she nearly pushed me off the picnic table we had been sitting on for god knows how long, and then she began pouting.

“Stop doing that, would you? You’re actually starting to scare me…” She pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, back with that rest of her hair..which, for once, wasn’t in a bun or ponytail.

Once again, her expression soon changed, this time to one of concern- one that she rarely had, and…I’m not even going to say it, since you probably already know what it is to me.

“Are you alright? You’ve been doing that a lot lately…that..zoning out thing. It’s starting to…to scare me.” With that, her face actually turned red, which I haven’t seen happen before.

I grinned and replied,”Yeah, I’m alright. Why, you afraid I won’t be able to buy you any more Ice Cream?”

Oh no, it’s coming to an end for today. Don’t fret, though; I’m having so much fun writing this, I’ll probably be updating tomorrow or Friday anyway. It’s kind of sad, I find it easier to write in Daven’s point of view than Gale’s, even though I’m a girl and this story was originally supposed to take place in the girls point of view. Oh well, maybe when Cantarella and Richie come around it will. That, by the way, will probably be the other series I was talking about.

Welcome back, my lovely readers! Seems you’ve stumbled upon the newest installment of our little story. Anyway, today’s theme is ‘Like Father Like Daughter’. Oh, and I decided to change the last one to ‘Ice Cream’, since it seems to fit so much better. This little chapter thingy takes place when our littles friends are 13; and if you’ve read the previous chapters, you know what that means. If you haven’t, I suggest you go back and read them. Just so you know, before Daven had a crush on Gale, he called her Levine.

~~Daven’s POV~~

Most times, when a guy has to stay at some one’s house for the night, they stay at a friends house; and that friend is, too, a guy.

Doesn’t exactly work that way for me. Sadly, I don’t know any guys my age who don’t beat me up..though, they haven’t been doing so lately. But that only happens because Levine gets revenge.

So, because of that little fact of life, I always end up staying with Levine. Thank god her room has big divider in the middle, we may be best friends, but it’s still kind of embarrassing.

~*~*~TIME LAPSE-30 MINUTES- Gale’s HOUSE~*~*~

I knocked on the door, and I could have sworn I was being watched. I turned my head a little bit to the right, and what do I see? Levine’s dad glaring daggers at me. It’s strange, since when we were kids he was always taking me fishing with him and Levine’s older brother, Allen. Funny that I mentioned him, because he just popped up in the window, expression matching his father’s.

Finally, I was saved when Marcey, Levine’s mom, came and opened the door.

“Thanks, Mrs. D. Hey, is something wrong with them…?”

She understood what I meant, and replied,”They just don’t know how to treat out guests.”. She turned to glare at the two before moving out of the way so I could go in.

I climbed the steps up to Levine’s room, only to hear someone singing inside. Hey, I never knew she could sing…

As I slowly opened the door, her reflection beamed at me in the mirror: a thin, pale body clothed in a wrinkled baby blue t-shirt with a cartoon dog on it that said ‘If I were your pet, I’d run away’ and navy blue flannel pants, jumping around the room singing her heart out. Then it stopped, and the eyes seemed to be staring straight at me.

She quickly grabbed a pillow and hurled it at the door. Next thing I know, the door opens back up, and she has this huge grin spread across her face. I should have remember to knock, this whole process wouldn’t have had to happen.

“Hiya! Decided to stop by?”

“What, your parents didn’t tell you that I had to come over?”

“No.” Her face know sported a look of utter confusion. It was pretty cute. I blinked several time after I realized what exactly I had just said…er, though. Same thing.

“Well, anyway, come on in!” She turned around, then face planted onto the carpet. Good thing her room had just been re-carpeted, so it was soft.

“Seems like I have officially entered the wasteland known as your room.” That was exactly what it was; she had papers, magazines and books spread all over the front half of the room, which she usually just used as a gaming area. She really has to get over her gaming obsession.

With that little remark, she sat up(not without keeping a tissue to her bleeding nose) and preceded to glare at me. Yes, I still don’t see why people say she acts just like her father.

Sadly, I wish that her father would have been there instead of her. Levine’s glare just happens to be one of the worst I have ever seen.

I turned around for a split second, and in that small time frame, I was nailed with a pillow. At least she takes out her anger by hitting you with a pillow.

Okay, here’s the end of this chapter. Sorry for all the glaring. You guys should watch out for an update on in 13 days. You’ll find out why when we reach that date. Anyway, sayonara from FranticHope Productions!