FriendshipThat was the first time I saw him.
"Honey, I want you to meet someone."
Hearing his mother's voice come from the living room, the small boy rolled his eyes. Great... Now what was going on? He remained silent as he stood from his spot on his bedroom floor and wandered towards the gentle voice of his mother, not even thinking about closing the door behind him. It was open anyway, so why bother? He slowed as he came to his mother's side, feeling her long fingers run through his hair. He completely ignored the woman in front of the both mother and son as he spotted brunette spikes sticking out from behind the other woman's pleated skirt. Howeve