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047 Adhesive

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    The two of them came as a package deal. Wherever you saw one, you would find the other. The only time, it seemed, that they would not be together was during class, or when the girl was playing tennis, or when it was bedtime for the two little children.

    “It’s like we’re glued together, Seth!” exclaimed the little girl one time while they were playing on the playground. He didn’t want to move around much and was content with calmly going down the slide while she clambered all over the monkey bars.

    “What’s like we’re glued together?” he asked her.

    “How we’re always together. Sometimes your mommy picks me up and drops us off at school and sometimes my mommy and me go pick you up from your house and then we all go to school!”

    “Glue sounds like such an ugly word.”

    “Really? I think glue sounds fun. I heard your brother talking about something called ‘gluons’ and how they hold the universe together. Doesn’t that sound cool?”

    “It still sounds like glue. I prefer the word ‘adhesive,’” replied Seth.

    “Adhesive?” She tried the word out.

    “Yah, glue is an adhesive. It sticks things together,” explained the boy.

    “Okay,” she decided. “Me and you are adhesived together then.”

    “I don’t think that’s a word.”

    “It is now!!”

    “You can’t do that! We’re not even in third grade yet!” argued Seth, as if being another grade older would magically grant them the ability to invent words worthy of being added to the dictionary.

    Chris would have countered using something along the lines of “We’ll be third graders in two weeks!” but a voice called out from the front gate of the school, interrupting their little rift.

    “Seth! Chris! We’re leaving now!”

    “Mommy! You’re here!” Chris exclaimed, immediately dropping off the monkey bars and running over to her mother. Seth followed suit after shouldering his backpack and picking up the one that Chris had left forgotten on the ground.

    “Come on, kids, let’s take you home now.” She put her hands on their shoulders and walked them out to where she had temporarily parked her car.

    “Thanks for picking us up today, Auntie Charlene,” Seth politely thanked her.

    “Not a problem, Seth.” She smiled at him and took Chris’s backpack from his hands. “Now if only this one here,” she bumped her daughter a little bit, “would do the same when other people pick her up.”

    “Whattt? I say hi to Auntie Evelyn,” Chris replied indignantly.

    “Do you remember to say ‘thank you’ too?” The woman shuffled the children into the car so that she could buckle them into their booster seats properly.

    Chris pursed her lips as she tried to remember. She couldn’t come up with a good answer.

    “See, what did I tell you? You have to learn to be polite to people, Chris.”

    “I am!” She pouted.

    “Okay, okay. It was just a reminder. Seth makes a good example.” Charlene situated herself in the front seat and started the car; soon they were driving away from the elementary school.

    “Blehhhh,” mumbled Chris as she stuck her tongue out at the boy. He ignored it and stared out the window. She crossed her arms and settled in a grumpy expression, facing forward, not bothering to look at her friend whom she had just claimed to be ‘adhesived’ to barely a few minutes ago.

    Silence reigned in the car until Charlene decided to play one of her husband’s CDs. A rueful smile tugged at the edge of her lips. She would let the children sort this one out on their own; she was curious to see how long their little feud would last.

    Mrs. Sun didn’t have to wait very long. The car ride to the Go’s house wasn’t lengthy enough for the two of them to make up, but Charlene watched to see what would happen next. Chris sneaked a glance over at Seth as he let himself out and headed towards the front entrance to his house. After a moment’s hesitation, Chris rapidly unbuckled her seatbelt and bolted out of the car. Charlene grinned.

    “Wait, Seth!” Chris ran over and glomped him from behind. “Can I come over later? After I finish homework?” she looked at him pleadingly.

    “You still have homework? It’s already Thursday, Chris.” Weekly homework packets were assigned on Monday and due on Friday. Seth rolled his eyes. Of course. She would wait until the last minute to do it. He naturally had dutifully completed his homework on Monday, as he did every week.

    The boy pried her off of his arms. “I suppose you can come over...”

    “Actually can I just stay here now? Chris changed her mind. It’s so boring to do homework by myself.”

    “You just want me to do your homework for you.”

    “That’s not true! I’m just going to ask you for help!”

    The boy let out a sigh. There would be no getting around this.

    Somebody save me...

Sometimes I wonder what's in it for Seth in this relationship. LOL



~ Dear Beans ~
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Characters: Chris Sun; Seth Go; Mrs. Charlene Sun | Setting: end of 2nd grade
Written | Sat, Nov 03, 2012 // Edited | Fri, May 24, 2013 // Dear Beans (c) Sorcaron



Thanks to all of you who are actually reading these! :dummy: It makes me feel loved~ :tighthug:
Anyways, I personally like this one xD Little kids are so cute~~ Not that I can remember how they actually act. 047 Adhesive will be referenced in other drabbles. :XD:
*by "her husband's CD" I mean one that Mr. Sun recorded because he's a pianist. :D :D

If anyone spots any errors or has any suggestions, do let me know!
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OpalescentSky's avatar
Cute babies :3
I feel like when you're a kid, you don't really think "What am I getting out of this friendship" but "do I want to hang out with this person", and it's a lot easier to hang out with people who you don't have much in common with and stuff. I don't know. They're adorable, though.