A.N.- Hello everyone! Another collection of random childhood moments. I just love imagining my characters as children. Especially Jude, because I like the idea of him always being an evil genius ;3 Anyways, this has Jace, Mitch, and Shane (Kill The Lights, Ethan (Friend Zoned/Changing Will), Dimitri Ivanov (Outside The Lines), Will and Sonnet Duvet (Friend Zoned/Changing Will), and Jude Tibbits (Friend Zoned/Changing Will). 

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#1- Jace/Mitch/Shane

                “Where is he?” 7 year old Shane whispered to his best friend, Jace.

                Jace peeked over the couch. “I don’t know. He’s not in the living room. But your daddy is.”

                Shane went to peek over the couch, but Jace pushed him down and ducked. He placed a finger to his lips.

                “Mitch just came in the room,” he whispered.

                “Daddy, where’s Shane?” 5 year old Mitch asked his father.

                Jasper shrugged. “I don’t know Mitch. I thought him and Jace were with you. Why?”

                Mitch held up his Nerf gun. “We’re playing cops and robbers, daddy! I’m the cop and they’re the robbers!”

                “Well, don’t let those robbers get away! And be careful with those guns. Don’t aim at their faces, okay buddy?” Jasper said, ruffling Mitch’s hair before heading down to the basement.

                Mitch looked around for any sign of Jace or Shane. Jace peeked back over the couch and crouched back down before Mitch saw him.

                “Ready?” he whispered to Shane.

                “Ready,” Shane whispered back, gripping his Nerf gun.

                The two burst out from behind the couch. Mitch spun around in surprise and yelped, dropping his gun to shield himself as the older boys fired darts at him.

                They reloaded their guns quickly and moved closer to Mitch. Mitch tried to back up, abandoning his gun.

                Shane held his gun up a little too high and fired. Mitch howled in pain as the dart hit in the eye, and stumbled over backwards, trembling and slapping his hand over his eye.

                “Mitchell?!” his mother, Carol, cried in alarm, rushing into the room.

                She froze and surveyed the situation. She glared at Shane, who still had his gun pointed at his little brother.

                “Shane, you put that damn gun down!” Carol snapped, smacking it out of his hand and hurrying over to Mitch.

                “Mitch, honey, are you okay? Did it hit you in the eye?” she asked gently, pulling the little boy into her arms and carefully pulling his hand away. She inspected his alarmingly red eye and hugged him, stroking his hair.

                “Mommy, he shot me in the eye!” Mitch wailed, starting to cry.

                “I know,” she said, trying to calm him down. She stood up with the sobbing boy in her arms and glared at Shane and Jace.

                “Honestly Shane! He’s five years old! Why the hell are you shooting darts at his face? You could’ve blinded him!” she yelled.

                Shane shifted guiltily. “I’m sorry mommy. I’m sorry Mitch,” he said, glancing down at his feet.

                “You come with me. You’re going in time out,” Carol snapped,” gripping Shane’s arm and balancing Mitch in her other arm. She dragged Shane away down the hallway.

                Jace picked up the darts and put them on the couch with the guns. Carol came back a few minutes later and Jace hung his head in shame.

                “I’m sorry Carol. We didn’t mean to hurt him,” he whimpered, afraid Carol was going to yell at him.

                “Jace, I’m not mad at you. You didn’t shoot at Mitch’s face. But he’s just a little boy. You shouldn’t be shooting things at him,” she said, putting an arm around Jace. She knew she had to be reassuring with him. He was a sensitive kid.

                “Is Mitch in his room?” Jace asked, peeking up at Carol.

                “Yep, I gave him some eye drops and he’s calm now,” Carol said.

                “I’m gonna go say sorry,” Jace said and scurried away to Mitch’s room. He let himself in and Mitch looked up from the floor.

                “What?” he asked, pouting at the floor. His eye was still red.

                “I’m really sorry Mitch,” Jace said, walking over and sitting next to him. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.”

                “You guys are jerks!” Mitch said, punching Jace’s arm.

                “Ow! Don’t hit me, midget!” Jace said and punched Mitch back.

                “Ow! You’re mean Jace!” Mitch whined, shoving him.

                “Do you forgive us?” Jace asked.

                “Yea, I guess. Only if you play Zelda with me. Shane never helps me,” he said.

                “Okay!” Jace said brightly, taking Mitch’s hand in his and pulling him out to the living room.

                The two set up the game and began to play together, giggling as they did so. Mitch leaned against Jace as they played.

                “I’m not mad at you anymore, Jace. Even if you are a jerk,” Mitch said.

                “Midget,” Jace said, sticking his tongue out, but smiling anyways.

#2- Ethan

                9 year old Ethan nearly cried tears of joy as the bell rang. He grabbed his stuff and hurried away from his desk, grabbing his backpack.

                “Ethan!” his teacher called, hurrying over to him. “Here, you left your notebook on your desk.”

                “Thanks,” he mumbled, taking it from her.

                She watched him sadly as he put his notebook in his backpack. He was short and scrawny, and she knew the other kids picked on him all the time. She didn’t think he had any friends. He was a nice kid, and she just hoped that he wouldn’t turn out bitter as he got older.

                He stood up and hurried away, outside where the sun was peeking through. It had rained all day, but now it was getting sunny again.

                Noticing his untied shoe, he knelt down and began to tie it. He just wanted to go home already. He despised school. He hated all of it. The teachers who stared at him with pity, the kids who hurt him, the hard work.

                Ethan let out a yell as someone shoved him. He toppled over into a muddy puddle next to him and glared up.

                Jude Tibbits smirked down at him, a circle of friends with him. “Loser,” he said, kicking the puddle so that the water splashed on Ethan’s face.

                Ethan stumbled away from the puddle, his clothes dirty and soaked now. He wiped at his face and glared at Jude.

                “Leave me alone!” he yelled.

                Jude kicked the puddle water at him again. “Nah.”

                “Please,” Ethan whimpered. “Please leave me alone.”

                “What a baby!” Jude cried, laughing. His friends laughed as well. Jude grabbed Ethan’s backpack and forced it off. He unzipped it and dumped the contents into the muddy puddle.

                “Stop it!” Ethan cried, hurrying to fish his stuff out of the puddle.

                Jude kicked him so that he fell back into it. Jude and his friends laughed harder as they watched Ethan struggle to get himself and his stuff out of the puddle, fighting off tears.

                “Crybaby!” Jude taunted. His friends joined in, and soon they were chanting a chorus of “Crybaby! Crybaby!” at Ethan.

                Ethan zipped his backpack up and shoved by Jude and his friends. He took off sprinting to his house, slowing down only when he was out of breath. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and miserably walked the rest of the way home.

                He pushed open his front door and crept in. He relaxed when he realized that his parents weren’t home yet.

                He went upstairs and shut his bedroom door, setting his backpack down and pulling out his drenched notebook. He opened it and let out a frustrated yell as he stared at its wet and destroyed pages. The ink was bleeding through, and the stories he had written in it were completely destroyed.

                In anger, Ethan whipped his notebook at the wall. He gripped his hair tightly and punched his wall, ignoring the pain in his hand.

                “I hate them!” he shrieked. “Why is it me? Why is it always me they pick on? I hate them! I hope they all just die!”

                He sank to his knees, sobbing. “Why is it always me?”

                The front door opened and he wiped at his eyes furiously. He checked his reflection in the mirror and, once he was sure he looked alright, he left his bedroom.

                “Hi Ethan. I’m sorry I’m home late. Traffic was busy,” his mom said, setting her stuff down. She turned around and gasped. “Ethan! What happened to your clothes?!”

                “I fell,” he lied. “I got my school stuff wet, too. I landed in a puddle.”

                “Oh, here, change your clothes. I’ll wash them before it stains,” she said.

                He went and changed his clothes. He came out and handed his mother the wet and dirty clothes.

                “Are you okay? Did you get hurt when you fell?” she asked in concern.

                “No, I’m alright. My friends helped me up,” he said.

                “Well, I’m going to wash your clothes and start dinner before your father gets home. Go work on your homework,” she said, kissing his forehead and heading downstairs to wash his clothes.

                He went into his bedroom and pulled his homework out of his folder. He grit his teeth and crumpled up the wet and torn piece of paper. He chucked it at the wall and sat on his bed, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tightly.

                He glared at his wet backpack. “I hate them,” he whispered bitterly.

                Tears swam in his eyes and he desperately fought against them. He squeezed his eyes shut and rested his head against the wall as a tear leaked down his cheek.

                “I don’t want it to be me anymore. Why couldn’t they pick someone else?” he choked out.

                He buried his face against his knees and cried, hating everyone, hating the world. Wishing he fit in, and wondering why he didn’t. Begging that someday they would just leave him alone.

                “Why is it me?” he whimpered, knowing he would never get an answer.

#3- Dimitri Ivanov

                “Time for bed Dimitri!” Alexei Ivanov said, lifting 4 year old Dimitri into his arms.

                “I’m not tired daddy!” Dimitri said, pouting.

                “It’s getting late, Dimitri. You need to go to bed,” Alexei said, carrying the little boy up to his bedroom. “Now, let’s get you in your pajamas.”

                “I wanna pick them out!” Dimitri said, squirming out of his father’s arms and hurrying over to his drawers.

                Alexei watched with a smile. Dimitri always insisted on being allowed to pick out his own clothes. The boy couldn’t match to save his life, but he didn’t seem to mind the odd looks he got.

                He grabbed a pair of red pants and a blue shirt. He stripped out of his clothes and pulled on his pajamas.

                Alexei picked him up and tucked him into his bed, sitting next to him. He grabbed a story and read to Dimitri until the boy struggled to keep his eyes open.

                “Good night little one,” Alexei said, kissing Dimitri’s forehead and leaving the room.

                Dimitri snuggled against his pillows, drifting off to sleep. He pulled the covers up more and was nearly asleep.

                A loud crash sent him sitting up, startled. He nervously peeked out of his window and jumped in fear as lightening lit up the sky and thunder boomed again.

                He whimpered and pulled his blankets over his head, cowering. He hated storms. They terrified him.

                He covered his ears and whimpered more when he realized that he could still hear the lightening. The door to his room open and he cautiously peeked out from under his covers.

                “Oh, look at you,” his mother, Eva, said with sympathy in her eyes. “I was hoping you would sleep through the storm.”

                She came over and pulled the trembling toddler into her arms, stroking his hair. He clung to her and his eyes watered as more thunder exploded in the sky.

                “Mommy, I don’t like it,” he said insistently, as if she could stop the storm.

                “I know, Dimitri. But there’s nothing I can do,” she said apologetically. “Do you want to come sleep with me and daddy tonight?”

                Dimitri shook his head despite his moist eyes and trembling body. “No. I’m not afraid,” he lied, trying to act tough. “I just don’t like it.”

                “Do you want Alek to sleep in here tonight?” she asked.

                Dimitri nodded eagerly. “Only ‘cause I know she’s afraid,” he said quickly.

                His mother chuckled and kissed him. “I’ll go get her,” she said and left the room.

                Dimitri clutched his blanket and winced as more thunder came. His mother and sister entered the room after a minute.

                “I’ll stay in here tonight Dimmy,” Alek said, crawling into bed next to him.

                “I know you’re scared of the storm,” Dimitri said, trying to act tough again.

                “I’m not afraid!” Alek said. “You are!”

                “I’m not afraid of anything!” Dimitri argued.

                “Of course you’re not. You’re a big man,” his mother said, trying not to laugh. Dimitri always seemed to think he was much older than he actually was.

                She bent down and kissed both of her children. “Goodnight you two.” She turned and left the room, shutting Dimitri’s door.

                Thunder growled at them and Dimitri nervously shifted closer to Alek. “I’m not scared or anything, Aleksandra. But…if you’re scared…”

                Alek laughed. “Okay, maybe I’m scared,” she said, just to make him feel better. “Hold me?”

                He gratefully curled against her, both putting their arms around each other. He buried his face against her shoulder at the sound of more thunder.

                Dimitri tried to remind himself that he was too old to be afraid of storms, but every time the thunder rolled, he couldn’t help but tremble. Alek pat his back soothingly.

                “You don’t have to be afraid,” she told him.

                He picked his head up and forced a shaky smirk at his big sister. “I’m not afraid of anything!”

                “Boys,” Alek said, rolling her eyes.

                Dimitri buried his face against her shoulder as more thunder crashed. He mentally promised himself that he would get over his fear of storms. He was a man, not a little crybaby kid. Someday he wouldn’t be afraid of anything anymore.

#4- Will and Sonnet Duvet

                “Will! Give it to me!” 6 year old Sonnet demanded.

                “Nope,” 9 year old Will said, holding her doll away from her.

                “Give it, jerk!” she said.

                “No way, brat,” he said, holding it out of her reach and laughing as she jumped for it.

                She glared at him before kicking him roughly in the shin. He groaned and dropped the doll, rubbing his shin gently.

                “You stupid brat!” he snapped. He straightened up and pushed his dark hair out of his eyes. “You better run, ‘cause when I get my hands on you, I’m going to hurt you!”

                Sonnet stuck her tongue out at him before turning and running out of the room. Will took off after her.

                “Daddy!” she cried, running upstairs, clutching her doll to her chest.

                She exploded out into the living room and darted over to her father. “Daddy, Will said he was gonna hurt me!”

                Leo Duvet lifted Sonnet into his arms and watched as Will raced into the room. Will’s eyes locked on Sonnet and he glared.

                “She kicked me in the shin!” he said, showing his father the bruise forming there.

                “Sonnet, it’s not nice to kick!” Leo said sternly.

                “He stole my doll!” Sonnet said, waving the doll in her father’s face. “He’s a jerk, daddy.”

                “William, did you steal her doll?” Leo asked.

                Will nodded. “Uh-huh.”

                “You two are always fighting. I want both of you to go to your rooms, and don’t come out until dinner,” Leo said, standing up with Sonnet in his arms.

                “Dad!” Will whined.

                “William Alexander Duvet, do not make me repeat myself. Go to your room and don’t you make a sound or come out until dinner,” Leo said. He turned and carried Sonnet away towards her bedroom.

                Will crossed his arms and stomped downstairs. He slammed his bedroom door and sat cross-legged on the floor, scowling at the door.

                “It’s the brat’s fault,” he grumbled.

                He stood up and grabbed his DVD player from off his desk. He grabbed a copy of Star Wars and crawled into his closet, shutting the door. He put the movie in and curled up against the blankets and pillows he had set up in the closet yesterday.

                He kept the volume low so that his parents wouldn’t know he was watching a movie. He smiled and watched the special effects of Star Wars in amazement.

                His closet door suddenly opened and he gulped, peeking up at his father. Leo sighed and motioned at him to get out of the closet.

                “Star Wars?” he said, picking up the DVD player and turning it off. “I sent you to your room as punishment, William. Not to watch a movie.”

                “Sonnet had toys in her room!” Will argued, scowling. “I bet she’s playing with her toys, and you don’t care.”

                “She’s also just a little girl. You’re her big brother, William. You’re supposed to set a good example. Stealing her things and calling her names is not a very good example,” Leo said.

                “Whatever,” Will said, crossing his arms, his scowl getting deeper. He was mad that he always got in more trouble just because he was older, but he wasn’t going to let his dad know that.

                Leo sighed. “Will, do you want to watch Jaws with me?” He smiled and playfully punched his son’s shoulder. “I’m too scared to watch it by myself.”

                “You’re not scared of Jaws. But yea, I guess I’ll watch it with you,” Will said, trying to hide his smile.

                Leo led Will upstairs and the two sat on the couch together. Leo knew very well that Sonnet was just sitting in her room playing with her toys, barely aware of the fact that she was supposed to be in time out. So he figured he might as well just let her play, and watch a movie with Will. He could try the whole punishment thing another time.

                They put on Jaws and Will watched the movie in amazement. His eyes went wide and he was mesmerized by the screen.

                “Hey, dad?” Will said as the movie neared its end.

                “Yes Will?” Leo asked, glancing down at the boy.

                Will looked up and grinned. “Do you think someday I could make a movie like that?”

                “I think you could,” he said, putting an arm around Will’s shoulders. Will loved to make movies with his friends. He was obsessed with movies.

                “Someday I will,” Will said, his eyes sliding back over to the movie. “I’ll make the best movie ever!”

                Leo chuckled and smiled, pulling Will closer to himself. Will watched the movie, a smile creeping onto his face. Someday he would make the best movie ever.

#5- Jude Tibbits

                6 year old Jude Tibbits glared as the TV suddenly turned off. He trained his glare on his babysitter, Cara.

                “Bed time Jude,” she said sternly. She hated the little brat, but his parents paid good money for her to watch him.

                “No,” he argued. “I’m not tired.”

                “I don’t care. Your mommy said that you had to be in bed by 10 at the latest,” Cara said, trying to keep her patience. She really hated Jude Tibbits.

                “You can’t tell me what to do,” Jude said.

                “Wanna bet?” Cara growled, storming over and lifting the little boy over her shoulder.

                Jude let out a yell and punched at her back as she marched upstairs with him. She fought to get him into his pajamas and basically threw him onto his bed, tucking him in tightly.

                “Jerk!” Jude yelled, struggling against her.

                She straightened up and placed her hands on her hips. “Now, just go to sleep, Jude. Please.”

                He glared at her until she left the room, shutting his door. He listened until he heard the TV downstairs turn back on.

                He crawled out of bed. “You’re not the boss of me!” he grumbled, walking over to his door. He would get that jerk back for messing with him.

                He carefully opened his door and crept out of his bedroom. He tip-toed down the hallways and into his parents empty bedroom, shutting the door once he was inside. He flicked on the lights and went over to his mother’s dresser, where he knew she kept her nicest jewelry.

                Jude smirked and pulled the drawers open. He grabbed his mother’s favorite necklace and shut the drawer.

                “You’re gonna get in trouble!” he said cheerfully, eager for his parents to come home now.

                He crept back out to the hallway and hid the necklace in Cara’s purse, which was resting by the stairs. He quietly snuck back into his bedroom, crawling into his bed and folding his hands behind his head.

                “That jerk is gonna be in so much trouble when mommy and daddy get home,” he said happily.

                The little boy closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep. In the morning, he crawled out of bed and sleepily padded his way down to the kitchen.

                “Good morning Jude,” his father, Sydney, said with a bright smile, scooping the child into his arms and kissing his cheek.

                “Morning daddy,” Jude mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

                “Judeikas, Cara won’t be watching you anymore,” his mother said, anger rising in her voice.

                “Tatiana, are you sure she took your necklace?” Sydney asked.

                “I’m positive, Sydney!” Tatiana said, glaring at him. “I know for a fact that it was in my drawer. Besides, that rude girl tried to blame it on Judeikas. Why in the hell would Jude be stealing my jewelry?”

                “Jude, did you take mommy’s necklace? We won’t be mad if you did,” Sydney said with a reassuring smile.

                “No,” Jude lied, shooting his father an innocent look. “I didn’t touch mommy’s necklace.”

                The doorbell rang and Sydney carried Jude over, pulling the door open. Cara glared at Jude in hate, her mother standing behind her.

                “Sydney, I am so sorry. Your wife called me about her missing necklace, and Cara claimed she didn’t take it, but I found it in her purse this morning,” Cara’s mother, Diane, said, shoving the girl into the house and following her. “I am so, so sorry my daughter stole from you.”

                “Mom, I didn’t steal it! I’m telling you; Jude put it in my purse! He’s a disgusting little brat!” Cara snapped.

                “You leave my son out of this!” Tatiana said, coming into the entryway. “Just give me my necklace and get out. Judeikas is only 6 years old. Do you think he’s smart enough to do something like that?”

                “Daddy, why is she yelling at me?” Jude whimpered.

                “Come on Jude,” Sydney said, shooting a dirty look at Cara before leaving the room with Jude. He set Jude down in the living room and kissed his forehead. “She has no right to yell at you, buddy. You didn’t do anything. Just stay here and I’ll be right back, okay? Maybe play with your toys while you wait.”

                Sydney left the room and Jude wandered over to his action figures, lying down and playing with them. He peeked over to make sure his parents weren’t there before giggling.

                “I win,” he said happily. His dark eyes glinted with joy as he listened to his parents yelling at Cara from the entryway. No one messed with Jude and got away with it. 

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A.N.- Alright, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought! And feel free to suggest more characters for me to do this special for in the future :)