We were seven, such an innocent age to fall in love. It's not like at the time we knew it was love. Too us "it" was nothing.

At least that's what I always thought to myself.

We were sitting on my porch finishing up our last box of otter pops. By this time we had enough brain freezes to kill a million brain cells or more. That would probably explain the amount of stupidity at the time.

He threw his plastic wrapper into the trash exhausted, "That's it. I'm done!"

I looked at him. His dark brown hair was messed up; his eyelids were drooped over his eyes. "You're such a wuss." I laughed, and just to prove I was better than this boy I grabbed another one out of the box; the last one to be exact.

Finally I got to win at something. He was always going on and on about how girls could never win at anything when going up against a boy. Here I was, proving him wrong.

It was one of those times when no matter how much you love what you're eating, you can't help but want to throw up everywhere. But I was the hero this time.

He looked at me sickeningly as I slurped up the whole thing. When I finished I looked up at him and smiled. "Your teeth are blue." He said to me sticking out his tongue.

"You're tongue is blue." I laughed punching him lightly in the shoulder.

He looked at me, his lips pulled into a playful frown, "Stop making fun of me."

"Aw, c'mon. Grow up a little." I teased.

Looking up at the sky I watched as a single drop of rain fell onto my nose. Screaming with glee, I jumped up from my seat. "C'mon!" I said to him excitedly, "It's raining!" I grabbed his hand dragging him after me into the middle of the street.

"Dance with me!" I whined.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets stubbornly.

"Aw c'mon! Please?" I said grabbing at his hands again.

Finally I had managed to pry his hands out of his pockets. He looked at me and leaned forward cupping his hands as if he had to tell me a secret. "I don't know how to dance." He said weakly into my ear.

I grinned showing my front two missing teeth. "That's okay. Neither do I."

He smiled at my comment looking a little less afraid, and a little more confident. "Are you sure you don't have cooties?" He asked, squinting his eyes examining me from head to toe. Wrinkling his nose, he playfully covered his face with his hands, and took a step away from me.

"As long as you don't." I poked him in the forehead. "We've been best friends since we were born, why would I get cooties in the last five minutes that you've been here?"

Shrugging his shoulders he put his hands around my waist, and I wrapped my hands around his shoulders. Giggling, I looked up at him once again, "This is weird."

His gaze met my eyes, "Well it was your idea."

"It's fun though." I was silent for a moment remembering a movie my mom had watched the day before. "When I grow older I want to dance in the rain with the person I love." I rested my head on his shoulder. "Like in the movies, you know?" He cocked his head to the side when the word 'love' had escaped my mouth.

We danced in silence until the rain stopped.

Like I said. We were only seven. We didn't know what love is. Plus, that was 10 years ago.



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