Our love was like a fairytale, or at least in my mind it was. We were best friends since the first grade when he stole my crayon. I know that sounds kind of odd but let me tell you what happened

1st grade

I was in art class; our art teacher was not the nicest person in the world. Don't ask me why she was working with little kids I could not tell you. Anyway, if anyone forgot anything they would get yelled at and sent to quiet time for the rest of the class, a little harsh if you ask me. Anyway he forgot his so when she gave us the assignment he took mine. Needless to say I got caught for not having my art supplies with me.

"Miss Tucker," Mrs. Morris looked at me sternly "WHERE are your supplies? You know better than to come to class unprepared!" she scolded crossing her arms. I looked over at Eric who was staring at me obviously feeling guilty; I just looked down trying not to cry considering I was only 6 years old.

"I-I" I stammered tear welling up in my eyes

"NO! There is no excuse for this irresponsible behavior young lady! What would your parents say?!" she said louder. I could tell you what my parents would have said they would have said 'she is SIX YEARS OLD so shut your trap old lady!'

"I'm sorry" I said in a low voice it was almost a whisper tears pouring down my cheeks

"Um, Mrs. Morris?" a young boys voice spoke up.

"WHAT?" she yelled at him I looked up to see Eric flinching with fear

"She didn't forget her crayons," he said and held up the box "These are hers. I forgot mind so she was sharing hers with me" he said shyly. I looked at him and Mrs. Morris let out an aggravated sigh

"Just get to work" she said and walked back to her desk. Eric set the crayons between us and I smiled at him. Later at recess I was hanging upside down on the monkey bars I don't know why I always liked to do that as a kid but it was my favorite thing. I felt a body next to me and looked over to see Eric hanging next to me, he looked over at me

"Why didn't you tell on me?" he asked looking at me curiously, I shrugged

"I didn't want Meanie Morris yelling at you" I told him simply. Yes, all of us called her meanie Morris because we all hated her. We were six years old remember, that's as clever as it gets at six years old. He smiled at me

"Thank you" he said and I smiled back "And I'm sorry"

"I forgive you" I smiled at him and we talked and played the rest of recess

Present day

That my friends, was the start of a beautiful friendship we were inseparable since than like a big brother/sister best friend ship. I remember he always had my back like the time I got braces when I was 12.

Okay so maybe I will make this a little longer than a few chapters I can do a lot with this story and I know where I'm headed so let's just see how many chapters it takes up. Ok I want 2 reviews before I post another chapter