Darion: This is perfect. Sitting here, joking around… I think this is what friendship’s supposed to be.
Rayden: Hi! You must be that one friend of Aidyn’s that he talks about all the time. He says that you look really cool, and you’re really talented at drawing, and… oh wait, he said not to tell you any of that. Whoops.
Aidyn: Why couldn’t you have just stayed in your room and been playing video games instead of embarrassing me? Wait… why am I even embarrassed? It’s not like I did anything wrong… did I?
Darion: Rayden’s definitely talking about someone else. Not me. He would never think any of that about me– how can I be cool or talented at all, compared to him and his siblings? They’re all amazing, but he’s the best of them all.
Regina: Cynthia, you’re getting better at your singing everyday. Now come here and give Mommy a hug.
Cynthia: *giggling* Mom! I’m too old for that!
Darion: … this is what family is supposed to look like.
Regina: Why does he look so familiar?
Aidyn smoothed out the pieces of paper from his friend’s garbage. Yeah, it was wrong, but he wanted to spend as much time with Darion as possible before the move. After all, they wouldn’t see each other as much anymore– his friend would be going to school in Windenburg instead of Willow Creek. He tried to be as helpful as possible, and when he was told to take out the trash… well, he did, even if it wasn’t to the expected place.
Glancing at each of the scenes, he filled in and corrected some of the dialogue and thought bubbles. He was almost in tears by the time he finished. I have to make sure we stay friends. I can’t let go. Not yet.