A.N.- Another random thing of childhood moments that invovles Jude from Changing Will/Friend Zoned, Misha from He's My Dork, Will from Changing Will, Shane and Mitch from Kill The Lights/Swan Song, and Mark from Snake Eyes. Enjoy and let me know what you think! ^-^

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                #1- Jude Tibbits

                6 year old Jude Tibbits sat on the swing, gripping the chains as his father pushed him higher and higher. His eyes were on a brother and sister playing together on the play set.

                They were running around, laughing and playing a game of tag. Jude pouted as he watched them, because he hated not being able to play with someone whenever he wanted to. His parents were usually busy, and he didn’t know how to get his friends to his house whenever he wanted.

                “Daddy, stop!” he commanded.

                Syd Tibbits eased the swing to a stop, and Jude jumped off of it. He crossed his arms as he watched the siblings, hating the jealousy he felt.

                “Daddy, can you go buy me a slushie? I’m thirsty,” he said, flashing his father an innocent smile.

                “Sure thing Jude!” Syd said, ruffling his hair. “Are you going to stay here?”

                Jude nodded. “Yea! I want to go down the slide!”

                “Alright, I’ll be right back,” Syd said with a smile. He hesitated. “But do NOT wander off! Only go down the slide, okay?” he said sternly.

                “I promise!” Jude said, the innocent smile reappearing.

                “Okay, I’ll be right back Jude!” Syd said before turning and heading off towards the pavilion where food and drinks were sold.

                Jude moved closer to the siblings. The brother, who appeared to be older, stood up and smiled at his sister.

                “I’ll go get us water Marie!” he said, jumping off of the play set. “You stay here, and don’t move!”

                Marie nodded and giggled as her brother ran off. Jude moved forwards, offering a friendly smile to her.

                “Hi!” he said.

                “Hi! I’m Marie!” the little girl said.

                “I’m Jude,” Jude said. “Was that your brother?”

                Marie nodded happily. “That was my big brother, Andrew!”

                “He seemed cool,” Jude said.

                “He is! I wish I was as cool as him!” Marie said.

                “You can be!” Jude said.

                “I can?” Marie asked, her eyes going wide.

                Jude nodded and pointed over at the biggest slide in the park. “If you run up the big slide! All the cool, big kids do it!”

                Marie jumped up and climbed off of the play set. “Really? I can do that!” she said eagerly.

                “Go try it!” Jude said with a smile, noticing both his father and the little boy making their way back towards the park. “I’ll watch!”

                Marie moved towards the slide and Jude smirked, hurrying away and over to his father. Syd smiled and handed him the slushie.

                “Daddy, can we go home?” Jude asked. “I’m tired! I want to take a nap!”

                “Sure Jude!” Syd said, lifting Jude into his arms.

                They heard a little shriek and looked over. Marie was lying on the ground, her knees burned from falling down the slide wrong. Jude watched her, hiding his smugness because he knew that the big slide was extremely slippery.

                Her brother ran over to her, looking frantic. Syd frowned at the two and pulled Jude closer, glad that he hadn’t tried to run up the slide.

                “Poor girl,” Syd said as he walked away with Jude.

                “Daddy, why don’t I have a brother or sister?” Jude asked, glancing over as Marie’s brother tried to soothe her.

                “Because your mom and I only wanted you,” Syd said with a smile, kissing Jude’s cheek.

                Jude sipped on his slushie. If he couldn’t have fun at the park with a sibling, than neither could that Marie girl now that her knees were hurt.

                Satisfied with himself, he rested his head on his dad’s shoulder and continued to sip on his slushie. A grin came to his face, and he didn’t bother hiding it this time.

                #2- Misha Redner

                8 year old Misha Redner tried to flatten his hair as he looked at it in the mirror. He tucked his shirt in neatly and nodded at his appearance.

                He went downstairs and Emma jumped off of her chair, hurrying over to him. He held his arms out and she jumped into them, giggling.

                “Mista!” she said, nuzzling her head against him.

                He pat her head, not bothering to correct her. The little girl had a slight lisp that made it hard for her to say his name.

                “Your shirt is tucked in,” Emma said, pulling away from him and tugging on his shirt.

                “Stop it, Em!” Misha said, pulling her hand off. “I like it that way!”

                “Why?” Emma asked curiously.

                “Dad wears his shirts to work like this! Adults do it!” he said.

                “I want to try! Help me, Mista!” Emma said.

                Misha sighed but helped her tuck in her shirt. She placed her hands on her hips, beaming a smile at him.

                “Am I an adult?” she asked, giggling.

                “We both are!” Misha said. “Hey, wanna go play outside? There was a mud puddle from the rain!”

                Emma’s eyes widened and she nodded eagerly. Misha took her hand in his and the two made their way outside, over to a mud puddle in their backyard.

                Misha released Emma’s hand and jumped into the puddle, slipping and falling. He laughed and motioned at Emma to follow him.

                Emma jumped into the puddle and the two siblings rolled around in the mud, throwing mud at each other and laughing. Emma let out a little yelp and stumbled backwards against her brother.

                “Mista! Look!” she said, pointing.

                “Cool! A frog!” Misha said, his eyes widening. He leaned forward and managed to catch the frog in his hands.

                He held it out for Emma to see. The frog sat calmly in Misha’s hands as he lightly stroked it.

                “Pet it, Emma! Gently!” Misha said.

                Emma reached out and poked it. “Ew! It feels gross!”

                “I want a frog! I wonder if dad will let me keep this one!” Misha said in excitement, standing up and cupping the frog in his hands.

                The two made their way back into the house and their father, Alex, groaned as soon as he saw them. Misha smiled in excitement.

                “Dad! Look! We found a frog!” Misha said, holding it out.

                “Misha Nolan Redner! How many times have I told you not to play in the mud?! Go put that frog outside! You can’t keep it!” Alex said sternly, glaring at Misha.

                Misha’s face dropped and he shrank back. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

                “Put it outside!” Alex said, pointing. He went over and took Emma’s hand. “We’ll wait for you and then we’re cleaning you two up. You can’t play in the mud, and you can’t bring mud into the house!”

                Misha dropped his head and slowly made his way outside. He sat down, stroking the frog, looking at the mud that covered his skin and clothes.

                “I wish I could keep you,” he said sadly.

                A hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up at his father. Alex offered him a gentle smile and ruffled his muddy hair.

                “Hey, come on. We’ll clean up and talk about getting you a fish, okay?” he said.

                Misha’s face brightened. “Yea!” he cried excitedly. He carefully set the frog down, watching it hop away. He jumped up, following his father back into the house, excited at the thought of a pet fish.

                #3-Will Duvet

                “Sonnet, don’t cover your eyes!” 7 year old Will said.

                “But Will, it’s scary!” 5 year old Sonnet whimpered.

                Will slipped an arm around her waist and shook his head. “No it’s not! I promise nothing scary happens!” Will said with a smile.

                Sonnet curled against him and peeked at the TV screen, where Scream was playing. She wasn’t completely sure what was going on, but someone was on the phone and they seemed scared.

                “Sonnet, nothing scary happens!” Will assured.

                Sonnet relaxed a little, watching the movie curiously now. But then Ghostface popped up, and Sonnet screamed in fear, gripping Will’s arm.

                Will burst into laughter as Sonnet whimpered, watching Ghostface try to kill the girl in the movie. She hid her face against Will’s arm, her eyes watering.

                She pulled her face again and punched Will in the chest. “You jerk! You lied! I hate you!” she screamed, jumping up and kicking him as hard as she could.

                Will yelped and jumped off of his bed, glaring at her. Sonnet kicked him again and ran out of the room. Will chased after her angrily.

                “Mommy!” Sonnet screamed, running into her mother’s arms. “Mommy, Will made me watch a scary movie and tricked me!”

                “Sonnet kicked me!” Will said, scowling at his mother.

                “Will, don’t show Sonnet those scary movies!” Grace Duvet said sternly. “And Sonnet, don’t kick your brother.” She sighed and shook her head. “Come on Sonnet, let’s go watch a nice movie. William, are you okay?”

                “I’m fine,” Will grumbled, crossing his arms. He stuck his tongue out at his sister, who stuck hers out right back.

                Grace sighed again and carried Sonnet out of the room. Will wandered into the living room, where his dad was sitting.

                “Dad, I want to watch a movie!” he said. “A scary movie! Scream isn’t scary!”

                “A scary movie, huh? Are you sure, buddy?” Leo asked with a frown.

                “Yea! A scary movie!” Will said in excitement.

                Leo gestured Will over, deciding that they could watch a scary movie together since Will rarely got so excited. He pulled Will into his lap and put on Alien.

                “This movie is called Alien. It’s pretty scary, so let me know if you want me to turn it off,” Leo said, kissing Will’s cheek.

                “I won’t get scared!” Will said, leaning back against his dad’s chest, his messy dark hair tumbling into his eyes. He pushed it away impatiently, eager for the movie.

                The movie started, and Will watched it, fascinated by the opening scenes of the movie. As the movie progressed, Leo nervously put his arms around Will, feeling the boy jump at parts.

                Things seemed to be going well, right up into the chestbuster scene. Will’s eyes widened as Kane began to convulse in pain.

                Will nervously gripped his dad’s arm. As the alien burst from Kane’s chest, Will whimpered and cowered against his dad, shielding his eyes.

                “Daddy,” he whimpered.

                “Will, it’s not real,” Leo soothed, stroking Will’s hair. “Want to turn it off?”

                Will shook his head. “I’m not afraid,” he whispered, gulping. He nervously pressed his hand against his chest and whimpered again.

                “Will, let’s turn it off,” Leo said gently.

                Will shook his head. “No!” he said, deciding he couldn’t be a baby like his sister.

                The movie continued to the scene with Brett looking for the cat. Will’s eyes widened in terror as Brett looked up.

                “Dad! Dad, the alien was there! It was in the chains! Dad, did you see it?!” Will cried in terror, pointing at the screen. “Dad, the alien was hiding there!”

                “I saw!” Leo said, wondering if he should just turn the movie off before Will got too terrified.

                But Will continued to watch, growing more afraid which each scene, trembling against his father, refusing to let him turn the movie off. When the movie was finally over, Leo sighed and lifted Will into his arms.

                “Come on, it’s late. Let’s get you to bed,” he said.

                He helped Will brush his teeth and get into his pajamas, tucking him in and kissing him goodnight. He turned the lights out and left the room.

                Will rolled over, rubbing his chest nervously. He peeked around his room, trembling, trying not to look at the ceiling.

                “Just a movie, just a movie,” he whispered to himself.

                But his window was open, and a strong breeze a few minutes later sent the cup on his desk falling to the ground. Will let out a yell and looked up, his ceiling fan looking like a terrifying monster.

                He darted out of bed, his eyes wet with tears as he sprinted into his parents room. He threw their bedroom door open.

                “Dad!” he sobbed, running over and jumping onto the bed, curling against his dad.

                “No more scary movies!” Grace said angrily, already trying to comfort a crying Sonnet, still scared from Scream.

                “No more scary movies,” Leo agreed with a groan, hugging his crying son. Will gripped his shirt, burying his face against it, terrified. He agreed with the no more scary movies idea.

                #4- Mitch and Shane Marion

                Carol Marion decided that the worst part about having sons was that they were adorable and innocent when they were young, but within 10 years or so she’d have to worry about them having sex.

                Even now, she watched little 6 year old Mitchell giggle to himself as he laid on the ground outside, coloring in his coloring book. In ten years, she worried that she’d have to check his room frantically for condoms, drugs, and alcohol.

                “Boys,” she said with a sigh, shaking her head and turning inside to get him some lemonade and a snack.

                Mitch watched his mother disappear into the kitchen. She had very sternly told him not to move until she got back with his drink and snack.

                “Mitchy!”

                Mitch looked up as 8 year old Shane came over. “Whatcha doing, Mitchy?”

                “Coloring!” Mitch said, pointing at his coloring book. “Daddy bought me a coloring book!”

                “Those are for little girls,” Shane taunted.

                Mitch frowned. “No they’re not! I’m not a girl!”

                “Mitch is a girl! Mitch is a girl!” Shane said.

                Mitch shut up, balling up his little fists. “No I’m not! Take it back, Shane!”

                “Girl,” Shane said, smirking.

                Mitch hit him in the arm. Shane pouted and shoved Mitch to the ground. His smirk returned as he stood over his little brother.

                “Mitch is a girl!” he said cheerfully. “You even punch like a girl! You should be wearing a dress!”

                “Stop it!” Mitch said, his eyes watering.

                “Giiiiiiirl!” Shane said. He picked up the coloring book and tore it in half, throwing it at Mitch.

                Mitch burst into tears. “I’m not a girl!” he sobbed over Shane’s laughter.

                “SHANE DANIEL MARION.”

                Shane winced, his eyes widening in terror. Carol stormed over, gripping his arm tightly.

                “What did you do?” she hissed.

                “He tore my coloring book, called me a girl, and pushed me down!” Mitch wailed.

                “Go to your room, and I’ll be there in a minute to scream at you until your ears fall off. Apologize to your brother, than go to your room!” Carol snapped.

                “I’m sorry,” Shane whimpered.

                “And Shane? I am a girl and I will terrify you until the day you die,” Carol said, before giving him a shove in the direction of the house. “So watch what you tease your brother with. Go to the house!”

                Shane scurried inside, mentally determining that “girl” was not an insult. Carol turned to Mitch and lifted him into her arms, rocking with him and stroking his hair.

                “Hey, Mitchy, don’t cry,” she soothed.

                “I’m not a girl!” Mitch cried, wiping at his eyes.

                “No, you’re a big, tough man,” Carol said with a smile.

                “I am!” Mitch said in agreement. He wrapped his arms around Carol’s neck. “I’m a man like daddy!”

                “You’re manlier than Shane,” Carol said, her smile growing. “I bet he teases you because he’s afraid of you!”

                “Yea! He’s afraid of me!” Mitch said, flexing his little arms. “I’m tougher than him, mommy!”

                Carol knelt down with him and set him down. She grabbed his coloring book and handed it back to him.

                “It’s ripped in half, but the pages are pretty much okay. You can keep coloring, and I’ll sit with you, okay?” she offered.

                Mitch nodded, and Carol got him his drink and snack, sitting down with him and watching him continue his coloring. She would go handle Shane in a few minutes, once she was sure Mitch was calm again.

                She smiled at Mitch and ruffled his hair. Shane would be trouble when he got older, but she hoped little Mitch would stay cute and innocent for as long as possible.

                #5- Mark Luce

                5 year old Mark Luce rolled over in his bed. He sleepily blinked his eyes open and rubbed at them.

                He sat up in bed. “Mommy?” he mumbled, looking around his dark room and trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. “Daddy?”

                He jumped as he heard a crashing noise and whimpered, cowering against the wall. The crashing noise came again and he slowly urged himself out of bed.

                “Mommy,” he whispered to his dark room, as if his mother could hear him.

                He grabbed his blanket and stuffed cat, sliding off of his bed and going over to the door. He reached up on his tip toes, pulling it open.

                He crept out into the dark hallway and peeked around. There was a light on in the kitchen, and he slowly moved towards it, clutching the blanket and stuffed cat.

                “Mommy?” he tried again, his voice quiet.

                The crashing noise came again and he jumped, clutching the stuffed cat tighter. He peeked into the kitchen, where he could see his parents and grandpa.

                “Dad, please calm down!” his mom, Nicole, begged. “Please, you’re going to wake up Mark!”

                “They’re hiding! I’ll find them!” his grandfather said, scanning the kitchen suspiciously. He threw open one of the drawers, peeking inside.

                “There’s no one hiding in there,” Mark’s father, Jeff, said gently. “Please, just take your pills! You don’t want to wake up Marky!”

                “Mommy,” Mark said, yawning and stumbling into the kitchen. “Mommy, what’s going on?”

                “Oh, Mark,” Nicole said with a frown, going over to him. “Were you scared, honey?”

                Mark shook his head, his hair a tangled mess on his head. “Uh-uh. I heard a noise so I took my blankie and my kitty to see what it was.” He held up the cat, his hand clutching its tail. It dangled there and he yawned again, pulling it against his chest.

                “Let’s get you back to bed Marky,” Jeff said, coming over to him. “Nicole, calm your dad down. I’ll help you if you need me to.”

                Mark pulled his blanket over his head, wrapping it around his shoulders so that just his face was visible. He peeked up at his dad.

                “Daddy, is grandpa okay?” he asked.

                “Grandpa is fine! He just didn’t take his pills,” Jeff said, leading Mark out of the kitchen.

                Mark yawned and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. He yelped as his dad yanked him back roughly, and looked up in fear.

                “Sorry Marky, you were about to run into the door,”Jeff said, picking Mark up. “Watch where you’re going, buddy!”

                “Sorry daddy!” Mark said with a frown.

                Jeff laid him down and tucked him in comfortably. He got up to leave, but Mark whimpered and tugged on his sleeve.

                “Daddy, you didn’t tuck my kitty in with my blankie!” Mark whined.

                Jeff smiled and leaned over, tucking in Mark’s stuffed cat with his blankie. He kissed Mark’s forehead.

                “Goodnight Marky. I love you,” he said.

                “I love you too daddy,” Mark said sleepily.

                Jeff left the room, turning the light out. Mark rolled over and pulled the stuffed cat into his arms, cuddling it and his blankie.

                “Night kitty,” he mumbled, nuzzling the stuffed animal, drifting off into peaceful sleep.