-Blake's POV-

I was running, running away with the wind that brushed against my face and flew through my hair.

I heard her laugh behind me with that pretty and magical voice she has. I laughed after her but she let out a scream and then get's muffled by the ground. I turn around and find Cole sitting on the ground trying hard not to cry. She doesn't like to cry in front of others. I don't know why.

I run in front of her, sit and smile at her with her face in my hands.

"It's okay you're strong, us 4 years old are strong! And I have a lollipop!" I say.

She looks at me with a smile. Her eyes are sparkly... like stars!

I take a lollipop from my pocket and give to her. Her grin widens.

"Cherry! My favorite!"

"Favorite? I thought strawberries were your favorite..."

"Yeah! I don't like cherries. I like cherry lollipops! I don't like watermelon, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, pears, pineapples, oranges, avocados, oh and potatoes! I hate potatoes." she rambles.

"You don't like a lot of things. Wait, potatoes? Fries are made out of potatoes!"

"Really? I thought they were made out of magic! Oh well. Fries are an exception! I don't consider them as potatoes."

"Okay then!" I volunteer, "Well I'll be it this time."

"I bet you can't catch me!" Cole teased, already getting up and running away.

"I bet I can," I insisted and ran after her, their laughs echoing throughout the park. 

People watched us with amused expressions as we laugh and chased each other. Before we knew it, the sun was already going down. We breathed heavily as we collapsed to the ground, still laughing. I wonder why my parents haven't come and pick us up yet, even though the house was only a few blocks away. We sat there in silence for a moment as we looked at the sun going down.

"Hey Blake?" Cole asked.

"Yeah?"

"We're best friends, right?" Cole asked again.

I looked at her, surprised that she's asking, "Of course we're best friends! Best friends forever!"

"Really?" Cole said.

"I cross my heart," I promised, crossing my heart, "Whatever happens, we'll always be best friends."

"Promise?"

"Promise."