A small, red-haired woman bustled around a small light green bedroom, opening drawers to take out clothes for a little girl. She found a small, white petticoat, a sea blue dress, and small patent leather shoes for the little girl who was sitting in front of a vanity, brushing her hair. The little girl ran the silver coloured brush through her light red locks, humming a song she had learned from a neighbor down the street. The woman brought the clothes over and dropped them on the vanity, taking the brush out of her daughter's hand and setting it down. The little girl turned around to face her mother and grinned, showing two teeth missing.

The mother helped her little girl into the dress and shoes, tying the ribbons along the back of the dress and fetching a blue bow from the vanity. She tied it in the girl's hair and brushed some hair behind the girl's ear before kneeling down and holding the two small shoulders in her hands.

"Now, Mummy wants you to be a good girl today and make friends with the new little boy next door. I don't want you to get your dress dirty, do you hear me? Don't lose your hair ribbon and don't scuff your shoes. Daddy had to pay a lot for those shoes. I want you to come home in time for tea, you can bring the boy if you like. Be mature and do not prank your sister!" the woman said, sounding exasperated at her daughter. "Now run along," she said finally, giving the girl a little shove in the shoulder. Her daughter skipped out of her room, downstairs, out the front door, and outside, running clumsily to the pavement in front of her large house. She stared up at the moving truck that was parked across the street and giggled quietly.


She walked up to the truck and peeked around the side, spying a little black-haired boy standing in the middle of the neat lawn, looking bored.

"Hullo!" she called to him. The boy looked at her and raised one of his eyebrows, making him look funny, in the girl's opinion. She ran up to him and peered at him, scrunching her face together.

"Hi," he sighed, still looking rather bored.

"I'm Lily."

"Nice to meet you, Lily," the boy said, now showing some interest in her. A girl had never really talked to him before. No one had, besides his parents. He was a four-year-old with no friends, and the little red-haired girl intrigued him.

"Well...aren't you going to tell me your name?" The boy looked surprised.

"Oh, right. I'm James," he said, smiling at her. She stared in awe at his teeth. There were two missing in the front, just like hers. She pointed at his mouth and smiled as well.

"Hey! I'm missing teethes, too! How many teethes have you loosed?" she asked. James's eyes lit up.

"Three, all together. You?"

"Same! It hurts so much, though!" Lily said quietly. James nodded. "Would you want to play with me? My daddy built a tree house in the tree in front of our house."


Lily grabbed James's hand and pulled him across the street and pointed up at the tree sitting in her yard. She began to climb up the ladder nailed to the front and called down to James to come up as well. He grinned and followed up behind her. After a minute they were both settled in the corner of the tree house next to a small window, talking excitedly about pranks they had pulled, adventures they had had, and things they'd like to do together.

"James, will you promise to be my bestest friend ever forever?" Lily asked, clasping her hands in front of her. "I never really had any friends."

"Sure!" he said. "Promise you'll be mine, too?"

"Of course. Forever and ever...." She spread her arms out wide. "....and ever!

Years passed until both Lily and James were seven. They had grown so close in the passing years until they were inseparable. They loved each other as brother and sister, each one never leaving the other's side.

Until one day, when James's parents had to move away, back to where they had come from. James rant to Lily's house that day and they both climbed up to the tree house for what would be the last time. They hugged each other, tears running down their faces, and vowed never to forget each other. James's parents had become like a second family to Lily, since he own lacked the love and harmony she craved. James completed her, she knew that. And she knew they'd both forget each other, perhaps forever.

Sorry for the short chapter, but that was just the background. I'll post the next chapter in a few minutes possibly.