Emerald: you say you are fine but you have a burst lip
Charles: I know but it's the consequences of having a fight isn't it
Emerald: won't you treat it so it won't leave a scar
Charles:I can't treat myself Emmy
Emerald:if you don't then it would leave an ugly scar and ruin your handsome face
Charles: hmm I know right ,well would you treat it for me then
Emerald: okay sure
Charles:let's go back to the water fall now so I could rinse the blood off
Emerald: well are you sure you can paddle both of us there
Charles:“he bent to her level looking her in the eye smiling”Emmy I got into a fight not entering world war ok
Emerald: ok she smiled back
They paddled to the water falls
Emerald: I thought of asking why u always have a kit with you
Charles: well I'm a kid and I go out to play most times so mom thought it was a good idea to have it Incase I got hurt
Emerald :oh I see ,that's good
Charles: yeah
Emerald: okay so are u getting into the water or what
Charles:sure okay he goes to rinse of the blood stain
Emerald:sit down Charlie do you forget you are taller than me
Charles:oh sorry
Emerald: the kit too he hands her the kit taking the Cotton ball and the metholathed liquid and dabbs the face injury
Charles:be careful
Emerald: sorry I'm sorry okay
“Charlie lost himself in the facial beauty of emerald ,being so close to him he couldn't just help it but stare at her openly”
Emerald: Charlie , Charles why are you staring,do I have dirt on my
Charles:no you are just so pretty so I can't help staring Emmy “emmy smiled shyly ”
Emerald:thank you Charlie for the compliment
Charles:you deserve it Emmy I was just being a honest gentleman
Emerald:hmmm okay ,we better head back before the rain starts
Charles:yeah true but I enjoy the swell and wind of it so just a few minutes wonts hurt and besides I brought my bicycle so it won't catch up with us
Emerald: okay if you say so “she said in a low voice knowing she was afraid of the two things rain brought but she didn't dare tell him because most kids her age weren't affected by it only she was and it was pretty embarrassing to admit that to her new friend Charlie ”
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Few minutes later they were both on their way back to the play ground when the rain started to pour down almost like it was mad at something so Emmy and Charlie went to take cover under the cave close to the water fall
Charles:it's raining cats and dogs Emmy what do we do “he said but got no response from Emmy so he called her again check her up close to find out his little damsel was in tears ”
Emmy what's wrong why you crying
Emerald: I don't like the rain
Charles:oh I didn't know you didn't and I stupidly asked you to stay longer how could I be so selfish
Emerald:it wasn't your fault I didn't tell so you didn't know
Charles: Emmy I'm so sorry I don't know why I keep getting on you hurt
Emerald:okay but you weren't the one who made me scared of the rain now where you
Charles:no I didn't ,so what exactly are you afraid of
Emerald:if I tell you are going to mock me anyways and if I don't you would find out anyway she huffed
Charles: no Emmy why do you think I would mock you , everyone afraid of something so no matter how silly it is or sounds it's okay
Emerald: how do you know it might be silly
Charles:well since u are so embarrassed to say it I thought so
Emerald: well I'm scared of lightning and it's brother the thunder
Charles:oh well that's okay I mean it's looks like the light is out to get you isn't it
Emerald: yeah and the loud rambling noises freaks me out
Charles: yeah it startled me sometimes but don't worry you aren't alone now are you
Emerald:no I'm not
Charles: I'll be glad to be your hero like Clark Kent you know super man
So I'll block your ears when I notice the sound is about coming okay
Emerald: okay It would really help thanks Charlie
Charles:you are welcome Emmy “he hugge her from behind as they sat watching the rain pour ”
Charles:let's get to know each other huh
Emerald:okay so I'm emerald
Charles:I know that so how old are you
Emerald : almost eight years
Charles: I'm nine years of age