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Aidan Theodore Boyer

I don't remember how we all met, who liked whom first, or why we all get along. All I can remember is all of us together always.

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a character in “Stand By Me”, as played by Scarlett_Rose


ImageName:Aidan Theodore Boyer
DOB: April 22
Age: Ten
Mother: Abigail Marie Jackson-Boyer
Father:Joesph Lucus Boyer
Siblings: Emmaline Amelia Boyer

"Call me Aidan...just Aidan. Call me Teddy or Theo and I'll knock your teeth loose.

I'm ten, so don't treat me like a baby.

I don't really like school, it's hard to pay attention, but P.E is awesome. I'm really good at soccer, and football isn't so bad either. My dad said this summer he may sign me up to play at the park near our new neighborhood. He played football when he was my age, and went on to play in collage until he hurt his shoulder during a game. I want to be just like him.

I guess I should mention I have a sister, Emmaline, but everyone calls her Lily. She's my Emma Bug, and yes she is a little pest. She always follows me around and tries to hang out with me and my friends. Usually I yell at her and make her go home, but sometimes it's okay. She's not that bad, for a little girl.

There are times, when she isn't being annoying, that I let her into my fort in the backyard to hide from mom. We sit there for hours talking about nothing. Those are the times I'm glad I have my Emma Bug for a sister. She gets me, and understands a lot for her age. She even helps me with my homework. She's really smart, and I can hate her for it at times....but other times I feel bad for her. Emma was the girl mom always wanted, but Emma isn't the girl she wants to be.

Mom can be kind of a pain. When she isn't dressing Emma up like a baby doll and throwing ridiculous tea parties, she's hounding me about my future and stressing the importance of a good education. It's not that I don't want to do well, like I said, sometimes it's just hard to pay attention.I try and tell her the words don't look right, andthat sometimes images get fuzzy, but she insists I'm too focused on sports...Sometime I can hear her and dad fighting at night, when Emma and I are upstairs suppose to be sleeping. I think it's my fault. I'm not trying hard enough I guess...

We just moved, and I have a feeling it has nothing to do with dads new job. I'm pretty happy, though. I have my own room ,the park is awesome, and I hear there are kids our age living here. Maybe Emma will get friends of her own, and leave mine alone. "

About Aidan

Age 10: Shy, serious, moody, quiet, rude at times, hard-working, selfless, and over protective Aidan can come off as a little shit, but he is an overall loving child...when he wants to be. He doesn't trust too many people off the back, and although he is never forwardly mean...he can come off a little nasty when first making introductions. He isn't one to strike up a conversation first, but once you find some common ground Aidan is the best friend you could ever ask for.

A child of few words,unless happen to be his annoying pest of a sister, Aidan prefers to listen. Even though he is such a young boy, he learned early on a person's most inner thought come out when they are just rambling on. He never questions or interrupts, he just waits. Waits for what? Even he isn't sure, but something always slips out: Problems at home, annoying siblings, or just an overall bad day. He enjoys watching the stress and annoyance ease from a person as they rant and some ways it makes him less troubled about his own problems at home.

Aidan is dyslexic, although it has yet to be discovered, and his mom isn't very understanding. Despite this, he remains hard-working, and pushes to overcome the troublesome task of reading. His sister, who he dubbed with the name "Emma Bug" noticed his troubles, even if his-parents haven't, and as much as he hates to admit it...the seven year old girl has aided him in his progress.

He is very protective of his sister, and even if it means Aidan must face the harsh reality that his parents may be falling apart alone, he will do whatever it takes to assure his sister never hears the angry voices that drift up that stairs as they lay in bed. He is ten and can handle the violence, but Emma bug is only seven, and to Aidan that means she is a child...and children must be protected.

What will tomorrow bring is a question that haunts the boy every night. He fears that one morning he will wake to his sister's cry as she discovers mom or dad is no longer here. He truly believes he is the source of his parents arguing, and tends to over think ever action he makes based on it. He just wants to grow up and move on.


So begins...

Aidan Theodore Boyer's Story


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Dusk was quickly approaching, and Abigail Boyer's stress level was at a all time high. All day she had decorated their charming Victorian style home until the once darling house resembled something out of a twisted tale. A white picket fence became home to glowing webs and giants spiders, while the winding paved path was lined with gleaming jack-o-lanterns...each face more horrible twisted than the next.

For those brave enough to make it to the wooden porch, a cackling witch stood guard with her bubbling pot protecting the delicious treats the children would be looking for. Wandering around to the back, there was more to be seen. A tin bucket filled with water and apples lay waiting, while steaming food cooled on a long fold out table near by. Those looking for treats would not be disappointed: Pumpkin pie, cup cakes shaped as a skeleton's head, Halloween themed cookies, and candy were placed about to be enjoyed.

It would be wonderful to say the mother of two had done this purely for the enjoyment of her children, and although she did have their interests at heart, Abigail Boyer simple had to have the best. All her life she dreamed of her future, and how her children would was for this reason Emmaline Boyer, or Lily, stared angrily into the large mirror that covered her bedroom door as her mother pulled at the knots that had made themselves at home in the young girl's head.

A princess was not something the young girl saw looking back at her, but it was what her mother had dreamed. The golden gown had two thick straps that went over her shoulders, while a thicker piece of materiel folder over her chest. A light pink ribbon was sewn along the waist, where the gown then poofed. Three roses matching the ribbon decorated the front, and Lily snatched her hand away as her mother scolded her for picking at them. Embroidered at the bottom of the gown were hand sewn roses in a dark gold, which matched perfectly with the fanned masked Emmaline had chosen to wear. A pair of gold meshed flats tied the outfit together, and once her hair was groomed into flowing waves the small girl was allowed free.

Outside, Aidan Boyer stood beside his father, who had already begun attacking the sweets. Wearing a red Mighty Morphing Power Ranger suit that covered his lanky body with exaggerated muscles, Aidan watched his father with a sheepish grin. Looking to his his wrist at the Power Rangers chrono morpher, which Aidan swore was just like the one they wore on tv, he believed he truly looked the part of the red ranger...unless you glanced to his feet. The red pair of all stars were a dead give away that it was a child under the costume, and not Jason Lee Scott. The sound of the door slamming caused Aidan to shake from his thoughts, and as his head to turned the ten year old boy couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped his mouth as his sister's flustered face came into view. "You look like a barbie!"

Glaring hard in her brother's direction, Emmaline wrinkled her nose "I'm Belle, stupid!" before placing the mask over her face in anger.

"Belle never wore a mask, Emma"

"And the red ranger had better shoes, Teddy"

Seeing a war about to break out between the darling princess of Disney and the heroic red ranger, Joesph Boyer intervened, face smeared in icing "The evil Icing King has captured the Princess Emmaline! You'll never get her in time Red Ranger!" Scooping the now squealing girl into his arms, he took off towards the house, Aidan hot on his trail. "I'll save you. Emma!"

"Don't. Call. Me. Emma!"



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“I’d run if I were you. Mom has the brush, and she’s looking for a certain little wild cat. ” Turning to where her father stood in the doorway wiggling his fingers and attempting to look frightening, Emmaline giggled.

When their mother had noticed her husband carrying the rumpled Princess Belle through the backdoor of the house, her face turned red in anger.Not saying a word, she had stormed off up the stairs mumbling under her breath, the children's father dragging along behind her. "She's gonna get him good." Aidan had said before pulling Emmaline into the front room to wait for kids to arrive. It was there they still sat,slowly becoming more and more agitated with the wait.

Sighing at her father's words, the small princess shrugged her shoulders“That’s okay....hey look!” Pointing out towards the window, Emmaline gestured to the figure standing at the driveway “Somebody is here!” She squealed, bouncing in excitement.

Gazing out the fogged glass from their place at the window seat, Emmaline and Aidan watched giddily as party guest arrived at the front gate. The girl dressed as a pumpkin wasn’t someone Emmaline recognized, and the girl clearly belonged to the set of invites giving to Aidan’s age group, but Emmaline decided she liked her anyway.

“She’s weird.” Aidan said as he placed his mask to rest on top of his head “She doesn’t talk to anyone, and dresses like she’s your age.” Raising a brow at the pumpkin get up, he laughed “See?”

Glaring to her brother, Emmaline kicked his shin, causing the ten year old to let out a yelp “Dad!”


“There is nothing wrong with the way I dress, Aidan Boyer, and I do not look like a pumpkin!” Looking back to the group outside, she noticed a familiar face “I know her!”

The smaller girl, Kelsy, was in Emmaline’s class, but she never said very much. The only time Emmaline had ever spoken to her was when she was dared to question the girl about her parents. Having two moms wasn’t something Emmaline could grasp, and although she wasn’t sure how, she was pretty sure it took both a mommy and a daddy to make a baby. “She doesn’t talk either, but I don’t think she’s weird.”

“You don’t think who is weird, dear?” A hand placed on her shoulder, Emmaline looked to Aidan who grinned from ear to ear “Moms got you now…” he whispered.

“Kelsy, she has two mommies.”

“Does she now?” Abigail asked, sending a glare to her husband who held his hands up in defense. “That’s nice.” Noticing two more guests arrive, a small boy in a batman custom accompanied by his grandfather, Abigail sighed “You, young lady need to behave tonight, and don’t look at me like that!” Turning to her son, she continued “I want you to go and welcome our guest like a proper gentlemen.” Opening the front door, she led her family onto the pouch before giving Aidan a small push.

Grumbling, Aidan shuffled his feet towards the group before stopping in front of the adults as his mother had told him earlier that day. “Hi, I’m Aidan.” He mumbled, a blush creeping along his cheeks. A loud laugh from the porch followed by a sharp whisper from his mother caused his face to bleed a deeper red, and he sighed in annoyance. “That’s Emma, my sister”

“My name is Lily!”

“Thanks’ for coming,” He continued, kicking a pebble on the ground “my mom made food and stuff, so you can come in the backyard. That's where the party is...”

Pulling away from her mother, Emmaline ran forward and held onto her brother hand with a grin “Come on!” Not waiting for a reply, she tugged him towards the yard, before calling to the others “Wait til you see all the candy!” Not stopping until she reached a black and orange clothed table, Emmaline dropped her brothers hand before picking up a cookie and munched happily on it. "So, do you wanna play?"

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Brown eyes were fixated on the thick black lines – eight of them to be exact – as the pad of his index finger traced the latest one. He felt the slightly raised bumps in the plaster wall and noted that this line was higher than last year’s. While Jason’s thoughts were swimming with a newfound purpose (to calculate just how tall he’d grown), Thomas Sinclair was crouched down beside him. The older male steadied his hand and began to scrawl the words Jason at 8 onto the golden paint with a much thinner marker and grinned to himself when the task was completed.

“Look at that! You’ve shot up from last year, Jace. Before you know it, you’ll be just as tall as your ol’ granddad,” Thomas boasted with that ever present gleam in his eyes and a huge toothy grin. Jason could only give him a somewhat crooked smile in return. To the little boy’s surprise, Thomas pulled him into a hug. He stiffened at the sudden display of affection but his granddad only laughed.

It felt like eons passed before Thomas let go. At the sight of his granddad’s expression, Jason let out a caveman like grunt and crossed his arms. The retired veteran just shook his head at the unusual sight – barely concealed amusement present on his face – and did his best not to burst out in laughter. It was a rare treat to see his eight year old grandson act his age because, most of the time, Thomas found himself face to face with a child who seemed so beyond his years. He mentally scolded himself for not bringing his camera along to document the moment.

“You messed up my costume,” Jason mumbled disapprovingly and pointed to his now wrinkled Batman suit to somehow emphasize his point. His granddad could only shake his head as the childish moment was shattered. Straightening himself out, Thomas took a hold of his grandson’s hand and pulled him along. “Cheer up, bud. C’mon, let’s go see what your grandma can do about it.” He sighed in response and trailed behind his granddad obediently. The pair bounded down the stairs and toward the kitchen – where Francesca Sinclair was sure to be baking her homemade goodies.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday! Happy birthday to you!” A chorus of cheers erupted from a nearby cassette player as the track continued its loop. Jason turned his head instinctively toward the sound and put on a rare grin. The joyous tune was a sharp contrast to the ghastly ghouls and wicked witches on the television screen but, for those residing in the Sinclair household, it was hardly something to bat an eyelash about. Why? It was because, while everyone was only celebrating one holiday, they were celebrating two! Sure, Halloween was fun and all but what could be better than Halloween and your birthday? Jason couldn’t think of anything better than that, especially when neither grandparent were ever going to let him forget it.

“Oh my, I didn’t know we had Adam West in the house!” Francesca giggled as two of the most important men in her life entered the kitchen. Despite the crazy concoctions and vast amounts of flour littered on the linoleum floor, she looked like the picture of calm and collected – almost as if the mess she made in the kitchen hadn’t fully registered in her mind yet. Jason could only furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “Batman’s name is Bruce Wayne. Not Adam West.”

“Ah! I must have forgotten. How did we get such a bright young grandson?” She gave Jason a smile, flashing her straight row of pearly whites and offering him a chocolate chip cookie. “Don’t mind your grandma, bud. She’s just gotten you confused with the actor,” Thomas said as he bit into his own cookie. The little boy nodded. He didn’t exactly understand what an actor was or why his grandma would call him Adam West – when clearly, he was Batman – but he wasn’t going to ask now. That would mean more talking on his part and talking was exhausting!

Jason nibbled on his cookie and eyed his birthday cake in the corner. It was a large chocolate cake that reinforced the Batman theme that he was going for this year – with bat shaped sprinkles all over and various Batman and Robin figures that his granddad promised he’d get to keep later. Despite having blown out his candles during lunch earlier, he had only been given one slice. It was odd for him to only get one piece of his birthday cake, especially when he’d get at least three or four slices on previous birthdays. When he had questioned the sudden withholding of cake, they both said they didn’t want him to spoil his appetite for later. Jason could only assume they meant that dumb party he was supposed to go to.

He wasn’t really excited about it. Everyone in his class had gotten an invitation and they were all really happy when they got one. Jason? Not so much. In fact, only minutes after receiving it, he stuffed it into his backpack and hoped to never ever see it again. Ever. He had forgotten that his granddad checked his schoolbag every night to make sure he didn’t forget an assignment and that his grandma was always talking to those other old ladies around town. Maybe if he had eaten it and stopped the noisy mothers from coming over for book club…he certainly wouldn’t be in the situation that he was in now.

Jason was so absorbed in his thoughts that he failed to notice that his grandma smoothed out the wrinkles in his costume and that his grandpa was already rummaging through his pockets for his car keys. Quickly finishing off his cookie, he wiped the crumbs off of his hands with a nearby dish towel and frowned. Did he really have to go?

“You two have fun, ok? I want to hear all about your new friends when you get back,” Francesca stated cheerfully and kissed them both on the cheek.

He plopped into the backseat as Thomas started the car engine and they were off – headed to the Boyer’s Victorian home for an extravagant Halloween bash. Jason’s eyes watched the passing scenery and counted just how many kids (and even a few teens) were trick or treating. He had counted up to twenty kids when his granddad slowed to a halt and parked the car. Thomas twisted in his seat to face the eight year old boy – who looked anything but excited to be here – and said, “This’ll be fun. I promise. And if you want to go home early, then we’ll go and eat all the birthday cake your tummy can handle.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Removing his seat belt and sliding out of the seat, Jason instinctively took his granddad’s hand. He gulped when he looked at the decorations. They were really scary – though he’s never say so out loud. Thomas, sensing his grandson’s anxiety, squeezed his hand in reassurance and they walked past the gate and toward the entrance. Focusing on anywhere except the décor, Jason noted the families arriving and felt a pang of jealously gnaw at him. Everyone was arriving with their mom or dad and here he was, arriving with his granddad. Even if he had wanted to come with his mom and dad, he couldn’t have. His dad was all the way in Germany and his mom…no one really knew where she was; or they did, they just didn’t want to tell him. He could keep a secret!

He tugged on his granddad’s hand and was about to suggest turning around when the Boyer kids came into view. Jason wasn’t too familiar with either of them – they weren’t in his grade at school – but he’d heard about them. They were supposed to be new to the neighborhood. He stared blankly when the two introduced themselves to the newly formed group of kids who had arrived, that group including Jason and his granddad.

Thomas gave his grandson a nudge after the boy in the red Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers suit – apparently named Aidan – stopped speaking. “Jason Sinclair,” he mumbled feebly. Jason was going to add a nice to meet you of some sort but decided against it. Batman didn’t talk a lot either, so why did he have to? He felt his granddad pat him encouragingly on the back and he grimaced. They were really making sure he saw through with this. Jason dragged his feet across the front yard and followed after Aidan and Lily.

Despite the tantalizing thoughts of candy and treats waiting for him in the back, Jason still had every intention of heading for the hills. He knew that he couldn’t though. His grandparents would be very unhappy with him if he even tried. He was right behind the brother and sister duo when the girl in the Disney princess costume – Lily – stopped right in front of a very Halloween inspired table. He shook his head when she asked if he wanted to play. All Jason wanted to do was find a quiet spot and eat a bunch of treats before he had to go home.

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If there ever was a Pirate more Piratey than the rest it would be Maisy Cotton. Stella Huntington leant up against the bedroom door of the youngest girl and suppressed a smile. Whilst her two older sisters were sporting Power-puff girl outfits Maisy had refused to complete the threesome and had vowed it was essential that she go as a Pirate. She’d been so fixated on being one that even after a weeks worth of bullying from Holly and Jane hadn’t changed her mind.

“Come on you scurvy water rat” Stella called as Maisy adjusted her eye patch in the mirror. “Ms Johanson’s waiting outside.”

With a contagious beam Maisy run past her with an “ARHHG” and hurried down stairs to join the mismatch posse of power-puff girls, Dracula (Uncle Marcus) Dracula’s bride (Auntie Stella) and herself. Gathering up some pies and treats they had baked to say thanks to the Boyer’s for the invite the rowdy bunch piled out of their house and towards the car waiting for them across the road.
Ms Johanson got out of the car to give them a wave.

“Marcus put your tongue away” Stella hissed whilst shooting her husband a mindful eye. Marcus gawped at the implication but closed his mouth all the same with a pout.

“Hello Molly you look lovely. Not dressing up? No I'm starting to wish I hadnt. So nice of you to offer us a lift I don’t think you’ve met my husband Marcus, and these are the children Holly, Jane and Maisy. Are we sitting on laps? Yes, yes I see alright me and Marcus in the back with Jane and Holly. Is it alright for Maisy to sit on your daughters lap? Taylor? Taylor is that alright?”

The pretty girl in black seemed reluctant but gave a slight nod anyway. Maisy looked up at the girl in the front seat with a grin. She didn’t look like a witch, witches were ugly that’s why she told Holly and Jane to go as one.

“Hey I’m Maisy! S’cuse me” Maisy jumped up onto the girls lap and brought the door shut behind her with an almighty bang.

“Maisy!” Aunt Stella snapped. “Not so hard.”

Maisy looked over her shoulder at the girl and grinned. “You smell nice.”

The girl stared back with made up eyes and smirked. “And you smell…like a pirate.” Whether that was good or bad Maisy smiled all the same. Smelling like a pirate was a thing good.

They pulled up outside the Boyers to an assemblance of other vehicles parked outside the front. Maisy’s eyes widened at the sight of the Halloween mansion. She’d been dreaming about this party all week, getting to dress up as a Pirate and eat lots of candy and cake. She hoped they had sausage rolls…Pirates liked those. Barely able to contain her excitement Maisy tumbled out of the car when she spotted Kelsy and a few others from school making their way down the drive.

“Hey Kelsy!” Maisy liked Kelsy, she had squinty eyes and that made her cute. She also made a great first mate when she felt like it.

“Maisy wait” Stella and Marcus squeezed out of the car with Holly and Jane whilst Ms Johanson pulled a big cat out of a car seat. It looked funny seeing them all get out of the car with their pies and costumes on.

"Come on I can already smell the sausage rolls!" Maisy cried jumping up and down with her sword bumping at her side.

Stella and Marcus straightened themselves out and hussled them all together at the front of the gate. "No pictures first. Come on everyone. Your two aswell Molly"
The kids all shuffled close together and plastered their cheesy smiles on for the camera. Maisy glanced over her shoulder to see Holly and Jane looking ugly, the Taylor girl looking pretty and the little fat cat looking cheeky as she realised it was actually a little boy. She turned back and smiled brightly knowing she looked like the coolest Pirate in the world.

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"Come on Kelsy we don't want to be late" said Glenda as she walked into her daughter's bedroom holding her costume in the crook of her arm.

Kelsy was sitting at her table playing with a doll and the stuffed Rajah that went wither Princess Jasmine costume. "Is it finished Mommy!" she jumped up excitedly as Glenda smiled and nodded.

"Yes, it is let’s get you ready" she began to dress her daughter.

Kelsy loved the feel of the satiny fabric on her skin; her mother had started the costume a month before and had just finished some last minute touches. Then the phone rang Kelsy sighed and watched Glenda walk to the kitchen.

She picked up the receiver up from the phone on the wall "Hello.... oh Hi dear.... oh no Kelsy will be so disappointed... alright don't beat yourself up for it. I'll explain it to her and I’m sure she'll understand. Yes I love you too... by honey".

Kelsy stood behind her with a sad look "Mommy Tammy isn't coming to the party is she?" Glenda shook her head and sighed.

"I'm sorry baby but Mommy Tammy is stuck at the hospital a little boy got into a very serious accident and needed help" Glenda wasn't surprised on Halloween. Lots of kids running around trick-or-treating if a parent wasn't careful and took allot of care accidents were bound to happen. Tammy had just started working that shift, after taking a second job working for the hospital.

"Don't worry honey I'm going with you so you don't have to feel so bad" she picked Kelsy up and began to tickle her. Laughter filled the house "Come on munchkin lets finished getting you ready.

After all was said and done Kesly looked at herself in the mirror "I love Mommy it looks just like the move!" she spun around. Kelsy always loved everything Mommy Glenda made and it was always so pretty. Aladdin was her favorite movie every day she had her mother put the video in at least once.

It was still a little early, so mother and daughter decided to walk to the Boyer's party. At first glance people would comment on how cute Kelsy's costume was. Then they realized who it was and whispers would be spoke after Kelsy and her mother had passed.

This was something that often times bothered Kelsy, she had a feeling she know what they were talking about. It was something that happened when she was at school too, other kids would be nice when Kelsy was right next to them but as soon as she walked away it was different. They would laugh and talk about how weird she was for having two mommies.

It wasn't long before they came up on the Boyer's house, Kelsy eyes gleamed as she looked at the house. "Mommy it's so beautiful it looks like Halloween Town" she said with wonder.

Glenda smiled the yard looked great she was sure it had taken them a long time to get it ready, they stood at the front gate and Kelsy clung to her mother.

Kelsy could see lots of children including some big kids she always felt uneasy around bigger kids.

Glenda tried to encourage her along when they noticed a young girls standing in front of the gate in a pumpkin costume watching a car drive away. Kelsy recognized her as the little girl that lived down the street, she was a little bit older then her and her name was Madeline. She remembered it because it reminded her of the stories she'd read.

Glenda felt sorry for the little girl her mother had just dropped her off and drove away. She walked up to the girl "Kelsy and I just got here would you like to walk in with us so you don't have to go in by yourself?" the woman asked with a gentle smile.

Kelsy gave a shy wave "Hi I'm Kelsy" she said still clinging to her mother.

That was when Kelsy heard cheering coming from the house, she could see Lilly jumping up and down. She smiled noticing that she was dressed like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, she liked that movie too but not as much as Aladdin.

The Lilly and a boy came up

“Hi, I’m Aidan.”... “That’s Emma, my sister” said the boy Kelsy smiled.

“My name is Lily!” this made Kelsy giggle a little but she still clung on to her mother's sweater.

“Thanks’ for coming,”... “my mom made food and stuff, so you can come in the backyard. That's where the party is...” said Aidan.

Glenda smiled at the shy boy "Thank you for having us" and she urged Kelsy to go forward.

“Come on!” Kelsy smiled and followed Lilly to the back yard glancing back occasionally at her mother who was just standing there smiling.

“Wait till you see all the candy!” Kelsy's eyes went wide looking at all the treat.

"My mommy made stuff but this is a lot" she said in a soft tone of voice as Lilly took a bite of a cookie. She was still a little uneasy with so many new people around. But being around Lilly made her feel a little better and not so shy.

"So, do you wanna play?" Lilly asked her mouth still full of cookie.

Kelsy nodded and smiled "Oookay".

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She’d forgotten who it was she was running from. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop. If she stopped, she’d lose. Her yellow dress shuffled noisily against her small legs as she climbed over a log that lay across the soft grass. Distance, everything in her screamed for it; behind her the squeals and laughter of the others could be heard, and Emmaline pushed herself faster. Who’s ever idea it was to allow the boys to play with them must have been stupid.

The guest had finally arrived; the Boyer children’s mother had escorted the final guest to where the children stood awkwardly around the table, reminding them all to have fun and for Emmaline to "Keep her pretty dress clean".

At the sight of another Power Ranger, Aidan puffed out his chest and pulled his mask over his face. “About time you showed up.”

Looking in confusion to where her brother had spoken, Emmaline too noticed the presence of others “You know them?” She asked, munching on a cookie.

“You’re so stupid, Emma. Every Ranger knows his own comrades. That's the green ranger.”

Making a face towards her brother, she turned to the pumpkin, who called herself Maddie, and Kelsy. “You know pumpkin; you’re not weird at all.” Emmaline said with a grin. Beside her, Aidan turned red under his mask, and rammed his sister’s side with his elbow before she could speak anymore “Ow! What was that for?”

”Shut up!”

"Well, she's not!" Emmaline said placing her half eaten cookie on the table “And that makes you a liar, Aidan Boyer!” As the word left her lips, the sound of shuffling feet approaching from the side of the house could be heard as another gust arrived.

” "Have no fear, Sir Ian is here!"

“Good, you can slay my pest of a sister” Aidan mumbled as he pushed his hands into the waist of his red pants with a soft kick at the ground.

Emmaline, choosing to ignore her pouting brother, paced her mask gently on the table before ripping Aidan’s from his head ”Hey! What do you think you are doing?”

Rocking back on her heels, Emmaline smiled impishly “They wanna play!” she chirped, oblivious to the fact only two of the guest had answered her previous question.

”Men don’t play with little girls, pest” Aidan growled out before looking to where the men had gathered: A fellow ranger, Bat man, a greaser, a knight…and some kid and a mask. I can work with this he thought glancing towards his bedroom window “You guys any good at Super Mario?”

Grabbing onto her brother arm before he could lead the way to his cave, Emmaline giggled “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t have any men here.” Ignoring his struggles and hard glare, she continued on, using two of the boys that had given their names “Besides, Jason and Ian don’t mind playing with little girls, do you guys?” Emmaline asked before placing her hands on her hips with a smirk “You’re not afraid of girls are you, Teddy?”

Pulling his arm from the clutches of his sister, Aidan stared in annoyance before glancing to the other girls with a blush. Straightening his back, Aidan set his eyes on the pumpkin before glancing to his men ”Get them.

“oh no…” Letting out a scream, Emmaline took off towards the center of the yard, glancing back to the others with a loud “RUUUUUN!”

Her yellow dress shuffled nosily as she clambered over a down log lying on the soft grass. Tumbling over the rotten wood with a small oomph, Emmaline glared angrily at the long fabric covering her legs “I really hate the person who came up with this..” she grumbled folding her arms in a pout, blood now dripping from a small tear on her knee.


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Ricky would never admit it in the future, and would not have admitted it at the time, but he felt an undeniable trepidation in the moments before he stepped over the threshold. It followed him inside even as he left his mother behind at the door with a kiss goodbye and a promise to call later. It loomed over him as he made his way through the house to meet these mysterious new people. As he approached the others, another Power Ranger greeted him. One part of what he said stuck out to Ricky. "Every Ranger knows his own comrades." At that moment, the trepidation left, and Ricky felt like he could relax.

Feeling more confident, like usual, he grabbed a cookie and chewed on it as he tried to figure out the names of the other kids. The princess's name was...Emma? The other Power Ranger was Aidan? They really didn't get along; that much was obvious. Aidan reminded Ricky a bit of Tommy, from Brooklyn. The pumpkin girl was...Maddie, and-

"Have no fear, Sir Ian is here!"

Ricky looked over in surprise at the knight. Only a moment later he decided to walk over. He lifted the mask up onto the top of his hair as he said, "Hi Ian! I'm Ricky!"

Before much else could be said, Aidan had joined them. "You guys any good at Super Mario?"

...Wha? Ricky had to admit he wasn't "any good" at this Super Mario. After all, he didn't really know what it was. It seemed familiar, from a commercial maybe.

Aidan and Emma began arguing again, and the next thing he knew a chase had begun. So...tag? He could do tag! He discarded the mask and took off after the others, not knowing who was "it" and not really caring. Just running was fun!


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Ian glanced at the boy who greeted him, a wide grin breaking out on his face. He pushed the visor of his fake helmet up so that he could see clearly, his entire face exposed. "Oh my god you have such an awesome costume!!!" he shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. "I love the Power Rangers! They are so awesome!" Clearly, this was a TV show that Ian absolutely adored, judging by his current reaction. "Want to be friends?" Like many younger children, Ian didn't see relationships as something very difficult to form, and he was always willing to befriend anyone, even a complete stranger.

His attention was suddenly drawn away from Ricky by Aiden's mention of playing Super Mario. "Yesyesyesyesyes!" he said cheerfully. The true fact was that he didn't have any clue what the game was, but, still. The game sounded like it involved running around, and Iason was always willing to do something that involved running around. He pulled off his helmet, dropping it on the table. It would only get in the way if he ran around, and he didn't want his visor to fall down and hit him in the face. That would certainly not feel very nice.

As soon as the girls started running, Ian began to sprint. The only thing he could understand about the game was that it seemed that the boys had to catch the girls, but, hey, that was more than enough information for him to have fun. He made his way after the girl in the yellow dress, trying his best to catch up to her.


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Sweat poured from his brow as Aidan panted against the side of the house. He had just caught Taylor, the girl dressed as a witch, when her mother arrived announcing she would be taking her, along with the girl that arrived with them, to the block party after all. With a small wave the girls were gone, and Aidan was left looking for his next target. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t actually fun. What boy didn’t like chasing after girls?
Pushing away from the wall of the house, he began scanning the yard. Ian could be seen sprinting across the yard, quickly gaining on Emma who was huddled behind a fallen tree trunk. He debated momentarily if he should go to her before the pumpkin scurrying into a decretive tomb caught his attention. The girl was a joke, and honestly he couldn’t fathom why his parents even invited her. He was sure it had been his mother’s work, with the girl’s father being a dentist and all, but did she really have to know where he lived?

Noticing something scamper by his feet, Aidan grinned as an idea played in his mind. Reaching down, he caught the mouse in his hands and glared to the hiding place of the chubby girl. He wasn’t sure what he hated her so much, he just did, and her being around just made him agitated in ways he couldn’t explain.

Covering his palm over a large crack in the edge of the tomb, he felt the mouse squirm from his hands. Rubbing them against the fabric of his pants after releasing his small “friend”, Aidan turned away to flee the scene. Guilt poked at his stomach, but he pushed it aside. “It’s only a little mouse.” He said glancing back to the tomb ”Emma plays with them all the time..” No sooner than the words left his lips, a high pitched sound came from the box and Aidan spun around in shock.

Looking around frantically he desperately tried to see if anyone had heard her. Seeing no one even glance in their direction, Aidan sighed. Again he tried to turn away, but as the cries reached his ears he knew he couldn’t leave. Finally he ripped the cover off of the tomb panting as he stared at the screaming girl. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, or even how long she cried out, but suddenly he was reaching down and pressing his lips firm over her mouth. It wasn’t romantic, and it wasn’t like his dad use to kiss his mom, but it shut her up.

Pulling back, Aidan reached over her and picked up the terrified shaking mouse and placed it on the ground. Turning to leave he spoke over his shoulder ”It was me.” He said in a mumble, although he wasn’t sure why"The mouse....sorry."

Walking away, he met eyes with Emma, who was glancing between Maddie and himself with growing anger on her face. He knew nobody saw what had happened, but he was sure one glance to the pumpkin’s tear stained face and his own guilty one would lead to the conclusion he had done something bad.

Lowering his head in shame, Aidan wandered back towards the table where his mask still laid. There, stood the kid in the mask. A new guilt filled Aidan as he realized the boy had been left behind in the fun. ”Hey man,” Aidan said pushing lightly on the boys shoulders with a grin ”How about that video game?"

It wasn’t long after she huddled against the log that Ian had found her. Glancing up with a huff, Emmaline took in the boy’s rumpled appearance. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t shocked to see anyone but her brother hovering over her. Aidan never missed a chance to chase after his sister, especially when she annoyed him into doing so. Despite it not being Aidan, Emmaline grinned as all children do, and held up her hand to be tugged off the ground. She was sure her dress was grass stained, and glancing down to her muddy feet Emmaline let out a laugh. She wasn’t sure where her shoes had wandered off too, but they were most likely gone for good.

The sound of feet hitting the grass caught her attention, and she turned to see Ricky “That’s not fair!” she cried out when both boys circled her. Crossing her arms, Emmaline tried to find a way between them, but knew there was no hope. It was during this process she first noticed a puffy faced Maddie standing in the tomb her father had built with tears streaming down her face. Following her gaze, Emmaline’s eyes locked with Aidan’s and another look between the two told her that her brute big brother was the cause of the tears. She would never understand boys, and if she grew to never see one again she would be a happy girl!

A gasp behind her made Emmaline stiffen as thoughts of stupid boys fled her mind, and she quickly stepped behind the two boys who moments before were her sworn enemies "Hide me. She whispered frantically.

There stood her mother, arms crossed and a frown wrinkling her usual flawless face.“Emmaline Amelia Boyer, what is on your dress!” she screeched , obviously unimpressed with the sight before her.

Peeking out over the shoulder of one of the two boy, Emmaline grinned “Hey mommy!” she giggled before looking down ”I’m not really sure.” she said, narrowing her eyes in confusion ”I told it you said to stay clean, but it didn’t listen. It’s very naughty”

After a long scolding for Emmaline, and a long bath for each of the children, they were all sent to their sleeping areas. It had been decided that since the children seemed to be enjoying themselves, the remaining guest would stay the night. With mumbles of goodnight, the group separated: Girls to Emmaline’s room, boys to Aidan’s. It was a process that would be repeated from many more nights to come, and despite previous judgment on one another…friendships had been formed.


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Ricky took off after Emma with a whoop, noticing Ian had joined him. He lost track of Maddie almost immediately, not really interested in searching, but more in running. After a short chase, she dropped behind a log. Ricky glanced to Ian, hoping they wouldn't lose her now, and began to circle around the log. He watched as Ian peered over the log and helped Emma up. Does she not want to be chased? Ricky wondered. He jumped atop the log and down the other side to the grass, ready and close by in case Emma bolted.

She didn't seem too keen on it, though, crying "That's not fair!" in a tone of mildly-serious outrage. She looked for a way to run, but seemed distracted by something. Ricky turned for a moment to look, forgetting that he was supposed to be keeping her from bolting. He snapped back as he heard a gasp, not from Emma but from a woman. "Hide me," came Emma's sudden whisper as she darted behind Ricky and Ian. Again Ricky found himself confused. What was going on now?!

This time, he had no time to be confused, as the woman who had gasped shrieked to Emma, "Emmaline Amelia Boyer, what is that on your dress!" Ricky found himself too stunned to think as Emmaline timidly responded. He didn't even catch her response, or the long scolding that followed. He followed them inside with only the vague notion that he ought to, that the game was over now.

Eventually, he learned that he was going to stay the night, along with Ian, Maddie, and others who hadn't already left. Mom had dropped off a set of pajamas and clothes for the next day. Ricky went inside, and slowly changed out of his Power Ranger outfit, folding the green cloth armor and setting the mask on top of it in the foyer before following Aidan to his room with a mumbled good-night to the girls. Maddie seemed to be in a poor state, though Ricky didn't have the slightest idea what caused it.

As they sat in Aidan's room, Ricky felt the need to introduce himself. "In case you forgot, uhm, my name's Ricky!"

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By the time Ian had caught up with Emma, he was panting heavily, a wide grin on his face. "Caught..... You...." he gasped, trying to regain his breath as he spoke, a task which was never a simple one. His grin widened as he spotted Ricky. "I caught... her first..." he said quickly, his competitive nature taking over. Of course, he had absolutely no clue whether it was he or Ricky who caught her first, having been caught up in the adrenaline rush of chasing after Emma, but, claiming that he caught her first was just as good as actually being the one to catch her first.

The boy cringed as the woman approached, scolding Emma. He wasn't the one in trouble, that was clear, but one of his friends was, and that was perhaps even worse. Ian hated it when his friends were in trouble and he was just standing there. Sure, he would push the blame onto his friends if he did something bad every now and then, but at least he wouldn't have to watch them being scolded.

Thankfully, the scolding finished fairly quickly, even if it was a rather long one, and Ian found himself heading inside with all of the other children. His mother had dropped off his pajamas, and, soon he was in the bathroom, struggling out of his costume. The foam armor was rather difficult to get off, but, eventually, Ian managed to pull it off and climb into his PJs.

Once he was all ready for bed, Ian sat on the floor of Aidan's room, waiting for all of the others to come in as well. "And I'm Ian!" he added, after Ricky introduced himself. It wasn't like he didn't know the other kids, he just didn't want Ricky to be the only one to introduce himself.

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The short lived joy William had experienced was gone by the time he had entered the house, everyone was smiling laughing and generally bring happy but William was getting increasingly irritated with the noise they where making.

William didn't answer the Boyer kid... what did he want with him anyway and what was this super Mario? William didn't like this at all; confusion was one thing that could make him quite angry and this seemed to be no exception. As if adding insult to William's growing confusion the Boyer kid then started to make orders as if he was the king on the hill, enraged William walked away towards the table upon which stood a few bottles of soft drinks.

William saw that most of the bottles where already open however only a few of them had their lids on.

"Idiots... all the gas was going out and the coke would taste like medicine before long" thought William now choosing an unopened bottle.

William made sure to return the lid once he had served himself however he soon found himself opening the bottle again for another glass, this was what happened when William was nervous; he drank more then he would normally do.

Suddenly William felt someone touch him, William turned abruptly and stared at he person who was responsible.
It was the Boyer kid again... what the hell did he want? William sighed, whatever he wanted the Boyer was certainly persistent.

William's anger however was soon replaced by cautious curiosity as the Boyer mentioned a term William had no understanding of.

William wanted to know what the Boyer was talking about... he didn't know why however something within William decided that the Boyer kid was an ok person and not the idiot William had first thought.

"Ok... i guess but whats a video game? is it a kind of film series or something?"

William was cut short as some kid in mock up Armour rushed after the Boyer girl, the kid pushed William slightly sending William's coke flying sky high.

William chose to ignore it, normally he would be chasing the kid with the intent of beating an apology out of him if necessary however this video game thing sounded like fun and William wanted to learn more about it.

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The girls in the table started brainstorming about their roles for the talent show with the exception of Everleigh, she knew her friends aren't really all that comfortable or at ease with each other but she likes them for being different. Everleigh for their shared love of books, Eryka for her unique yet intriguing personality (as well as the girl speaking up when it's just the two of them) and Emmaline or Lily as she fondly calls her best friend for being the awesomest girl who always stood up for her and being the bestest best friend out there.

She started eating her food and cradled her round chin on top of her palm as her elbow rested on the table, still listening to her friends, when she was taken aback by a familiar voice. She quickly crumpled like a piece of paper and looked down on her thighs and sneakers, Aidan had just come up to their table. And those few moments are on the top list of Maddie's daytime nightmares. Him and the Pretties.

Maddie did her best not to be noticed but Aidan was trying to make it difficult by hanging around a lot longer. She counted up to 30, wishing he'd move away and back to where Zoey and her Drones are. 17, 18, 19... But her counting was suddenly interrupted as a hand quickly reached for her lunch. Aidan had grabbed a piece of her lunch, it totally made Maddie confused. Often he'd tease her to go away of he'll catch cooties from her, he'd make her cry just so she'd get out of the Boyer's house less frequently, or make snidey remarks when Emmaline's not around. But Aidan- Aidan Boyer actually grabbed a piece of her food? Oh boy, you are totally undecipherable She thought, using the latest "big" word she found while reading a new book.

And as she lifted her gaze, doing the unexpected, she saw him winking at her conscious friend Eryka as the poor girl blushed mightily. Has the boy been teasing her friend as well? Poor Eryka, if she has been hearing and been suffering a lot of bullying from the other kids she thinks Eryka is suffering more than she does. At least she has Emmaline to stand for her. Well she does have her brother but she knows Noah is going through some tough time as well.

Aidan quickly messed with her bestfriend's hair and walked away. She giggled at now Emmaline's messy hair when the boy was gone and said, "I'm not really sure what I can contribute for the Talent Show, I can help make the background or pull the rope for the fake snow." She suggested. Just then she remembered the new magazine her father had bought for her. It was a DIY costume maker. "Oh wait! I know! I can make your costumes better, if you'll let me." She beamed at them with a wide smile and hoping the three girls would take her suggestion into consideration.

"I promise, I'll make them nice and cute!" She beamed some more and took a bite of her lunch, feeling much better.


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Emmaline muttered in annoyance as her brother strutted off, most likely to find the boys. I really hate him sometimes she thought as she stared daggers towards Zoey, who waved enthusiastically from across the field. If the child noticed the odd way Eryka reacted to her sibling, she gave no reaction to it, deciding instead to ponder her impending doom.

She vaguely heard Eveleigh question Eryka about something and turned towards her pink friend ”Just ignore him. It works for me most of the time.” Reaching out, Emmaline placed half of her turkey sandwich on Maddie’s lunch box with a smile ”Really, you would do that?” she asked with a raised voice as Eryka made her suggestion ”That would be really cool! It could be me, you, and Maddie…”

Glancing to Everleigh, Emmaline felt a twang of guilt. She really wasn’t that bad….and it wasn’t her fault the boys treated her different. ”It would be nice if you joined too, Everleigh,” She muttered, swinging her legs back and forth”since your mom is making you and all. Maybe you can come over too….to practice your song?” Just as she finished her question, a presence behind her caused her body to stiffen. Never mind…

She knew it was Ricky before he opened his mouth, and she felt joy and anger all at once. Rolling her eyes, Emmaline placed her arm to rest on the table in annoyance. As he questioned about a seat, she surprisingly stayed quiet, deciding instead to allow Everleigh to answer. She knew it was him the girl had been looking for, and Emmaline felt something she couldn’t place. Aidan seemed to always be around Zoey, and now Everleigh had taken Ricky. Who was she supposed to count on now? Scooting closer to Maddie, Emmaline nudged her and pointed to where Zoey seemed to be ranting and let out a giggle. At least she still had her “big sister”.

Across the field Zoey grumbled in annoyance as Aidan’s form left the table and wondered off “He has to make sure his sister doesn’t turn out like her friend.” She spat out before flipping her air and sighed. “Who knows where that girl is, but I know where she is supposed to be.” No sooner than the words left her mouth, Britney showed herself “Gee Brit, nice to show up.”

As she noticed Emmaline’s eyes locked with hers, Zoey waved with a wide smile. She vaguely heard Seraphina, but the girl’s words didn’t sink in until Britney began to speak. It was at this time Michael made his appearance, and the boy paused for moment rethinking his decision to sit as Zoey let out an annoyed screech “You cannot be serious, no, better yet, I know you’re not!” Tapping her feet in anger, Zoey gave a pointed look to her friend “This is important, Seraphina.” Grabbing her bag, Zoey shook her head in shame “You can be so selfish!” Stalking away, expecting Britney to follow of course, Zoey muttered under her breath.

Watching her stalk away, Michael let out a chuckle “You really pissed her off.” Shrugging innocently as a teacher scolder him, Michael popped a couple of sunflower seeds in his mouth and let his eyes roam the field. Nodding his head to Aidan’s sister, who seemed to be laughing as well about Zoey’s dramatic exit , he mouthed in question about her sibling.

Seeing her glance behind her, he too stood to make his departure “I’m going to jet before the beast returns. Good luck with that one.” Tossing a few more seeds into his mouth, Michael strolled to the kids table, allowing his eyes to linger on a certain beauty before he kneed Emmaline in the spine softy “See you later, little bit.” Getting an annoyed half wave, he laughed, giving one last glance to the girl’s friend that sat unaware of him it seemed, before heading to where Aidan stood dribbling a basketball on the black top. No sooner than the game had begun the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and the once full field became empty as children stampeded to their classes.