THE YEAR 2010
It was quite bright.
She and Laz had already known each other for half her life—or maybe not half.
She was just ten, and he was twelve.
They lived opposite each other; the windows of their rooms faced one another.
He knocked three times on the window. "Calling on the queen of red velvet cupcakes and the fairy of plushies."
She looked up, her head popping out of her window. She whispered, "Laz, it's night. Why are you still awake? Isn't it past your bedtime?"
"Yeah, so?" he retorted, he stared at her, his brown eyes starting to lose their color, washing into an odd grey.
Well, they do say your eye color can change as you grow older. She heard a loud crash and shouting from his bedroom and flinched, knowing it was happening again.
"Your eye color is changing?" she said, trying to distract him from the noise.
He sighed. He hadn't been talking much lately. "I know… I noticed."
She blinked, then said with a big smile, "Wanna come over for a tea party?"
