So Much For Being Together Forever

"Lindsay." A little brown-haired boy whispered to the girl beside him. He smiled as he looked at her face.
The girl stirred, frowned and buried her head in her pillow. Not giving up, the boy, once again, whispered her name. Only a little louder.
"What?" She hissed, hiding her head under the pillow.
The boy giggled. "Hello," he said.
Lindsay sat up and blinked sleepily at him. "You woke me up to say 'hello'?"
The boy giggled again and nodded. "And to say that I love you."
Lindsay's eyes widened. "Do you... really mean that, Nick?"
The boy, Nick, smiled and hugged her. "Yes, I do," He said, kissing her cheek.
Lindsay stared at him blankly. The words "I love you" were so big... They meant a lot! Surely he was only joking... But how could he know it was love? The both of them were only four, after all... But then again, age shouldn't matter... Well, one this Lindsay was sure of was that the situation was serious.
"I... I love you too." Lindsay looked away from him, her face turning red.
Nick gasped softly, and then smiled. "Lindsay, you're my only one... When we get older, when we're grown-ups, we'll get married! And then we'll have lots of babies! And I'll be the daddy and you'll be the mommy."
Lindsay got the courage to hold his hand. "Do you promise?"
"I do." He said, hugging her. They laid down together, in fell alsleep in each other's arms.
"Oh my god!" Delia gasped, covering her mouth. "Look at your arms!"
Lindsay looked at her arms, which were scraped, and covered in dirt and blood. She shrugged, and glanced at her best friend who was above her. "Oh well," She paused to get off the ground. "They're just cuts."
"Maybe," Delia said, biting her lip. "But that was a major wipe out. You should know to be careful on that skateboard of yours. You KNOW that wheel is loose."
"I'll get it professionally fixed when I have the money." Lindsay sighed. "But I can easily fix it myself."
"But when you fix it, it only lasts a ride or two."
"Which is good enough for me." Lindsay said, smiling.
"Or," Delia looked at the skateboard, "You could throw the old thing away and get a new one."
"No!" Lindsay gasped, picking her skateboard up and hugging it. "I've had it for ten years! It's like my baby!"
"Baby?" Delia laughed. "More like a part of you."
"Or that." Lindsay said.
"But seriously, if you're gonna ride the thing, stop wearing skirts to school. You're starting to make all the boys look forward to you wiping out."
"So?" Lindsay frowned and brushed her plaid pink, wavy, skirt off.
"It's not much of sight, though. It actually scarred me for life." A cold voice said behind the two girls.
They turned around to see the most popular boy standing there, smirking at them like he was the best thing in the world.
"What do you want, Nick?" Lindsay hissed.
"I just wanted to help you."
"Help me with what?"
"You need to realize no one wants to see up your skirt. Your legs are unattractive and your thighs are huge. So start wearing pants. Before all the boys go blind."
She smiled. "Nick?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Then she flipped him off. "Go to hell."
Nick glared at her. "Bitch."
"Right back to you."
Nick's eyes widened. "I... I hate you!"
"I hate you too!"
He scoffed, and walked away.
"Wow." Delia said, grinning.
Lindsay sighed and looked at her sadly. "Are my thighs really that big?"
Delia rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No. He's just saying that."
"Okay..." Lindsay put her skateboard on the ground and stood on it.
"Hah... I remember back in elementary school, when you guys claimed you were going to get married.”
“Ugh,” Lindsay groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“It was kinda cute,” Delia nodded thoughtfully. “How you two were all, ‘you’re the one for me’. Too bad he turned out to be such a jerk.”
“Can we not talk about this…?” Lindsay looked away, sadly. She hated thinking about that past…
“I’m just surprised you didn’t end up being popular with him. It’s just… Weird how everything worked out.”
“Delia. This subject is OVER.”
“Why don’t you like talking about it?”
“Subject, hello? IT’S OVER!”
“But-”
“Shut up, Delia.”
“Shut up, Scott,” Nick said, rolling his eyes.
“Why?” Scott asked, looking at Lindsay again. “She fell at a perfect angle. I got a good view up her-”
Nick got up and slammed Scott against the wall. “Shut up.”
Scott glared. “Tell her to stop falling, then! Christ!”
Nick looked at her, then back toward his ‘best friend’. “I will.” With that, he began to walk over to where Lindsay was with some other girl.
"But seriously, if you're gonna ride the thing, stop wearing skirts to school. You're starting to make all the boys look forward to you wiping out." The girl by Lindsay said.
Talk about ironic.
"So?" Lindsay asked.
It was his chance. Nick stood tall, and said, "It's not much of sight, though. It actually scarred me for life."
The two outcasts turned around and looked at him with disgust.
"What do you want, Nick?" Lindsay hissed.
What did he want? "I just wanted to help you."
"Help me with what?" She glared at him.
"You need to realize no one wants to see up your skirt. Your legs are unattractive and your thighs are huge. So start wearing pants. Before all the boys go blind." What was he saying!? He was saying the exact opposite of what he thought….
She smiled at him. That couldn‘t be a good sign. "Nick?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He was prepared… For the worst.
She flipped him off. "Go to hell."
Nick was shocked. He wasn’t prepared for that. Well… "Bitch."
"Right back to you."
Nick's eyes widened. What was her PROBLEM? "I... I hate you!" He said passionately.
"I hate you too!"
Did she really mean that…? What a…! Having no more business there, Nick walked away.
“How’d it go?” Scott asked when Nick appeared again.
“Great,” Nick chimed sarcastically, grinning.
“Don’t be so sarcastic.”
“I can’t be sarcastic if I want!”
“Well-!”
“Hey, Nick.”
Nick looked away from Scott and saw Heather, a fellow senior, next to him.
Nick smiled. “Hello, Heather.”
“You seem tense.” She said sadly, getting close to him. “Calm down.”
Nick looked her up and down. She was wearing a green and blue cheerleading uniform, and her straight, dyed, blonde hair was flawlessly up in a tight ponytail.
“Heather?”
“Yes?”
“I’m gay.” Nick said proudly, wrapping an arm around Scott. Scott looked at him and held his breath so he wouldn’t laugh.
Heather looked at him wide-eyed. “But… You QUEER!” She spat, walking away.
“I know!” Nick squealed.
When she was gone, Nick let go of Scott and both of them burst out laughing.
“Hey, dude, why do you do that to every girl that comes near you?” Scott asked when he was done laughing.
Nick shrugged. “I don’t know,” He claimed.
“Well, really, if you’re ever plan on getting a chick you gotta stop doing that, really. I mean, what if they start taking you seriously? And-”
Nick stopped listening to Scott. He honestly didn’t care if people started taking him seriously. Nothing’s wrong with being gay, after all. His eyes scanned all the seniors around them. Looking… He caught his eyes pausing on Lindsay, who was on her skateboard again. Why did his eyes stop on her?
He continued to stare at her as his mind started skimming the past. All those years ago, when Lindsay and him were friends… Why did it seem like things were perfect then? Aren’t they perfect now? Lindsay… Did he miss her?
He laughed to himself quietly. Of course he didn’t. He hated her after all.
“-There’s also the fact that-” Scott paused. “Dude, what’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Nick chuckled. “Nothing at all.”