Age: 13

It was a bright summer day when Kace came over to hang out with his piggy bank in hand.

Apparently, he hid the ceramic pig inside his jacket as he left his house so his parents wouldn't know. I was surprised they never questioned why he was wearing such a big jacket on a hot day.

"I told my mum your parents gave you pocket money and asked if we could bike to the dairy."

Kace looked up from his starfish position on our front lawn.

"What did she say?"

I crouched down beside him and ruffled his sandy blonde hair.

"As long as we come straight back home, she said it's fine."

Kace stood up and offered his hand to me. 

"Let's hurry then."

I clasped his hand with mine and let him pull me to my feet. 

"Only one problem."

"What is it?"

Grinning, I ran and grabbed my bicycle from our shed. It was a bright blue colour with lime-green handles. I'd gotten it for my thirteenth birthday since my old one was rusted and, well, old.

"I only have one bike and you didn't bring yours." I laughed at the disturbed expression on my Kace's face. "That's right, the only way is for you to ride the handlebar."

Kace dragged his feet to where I was getting situated over the uncomfortable bike seat. "Only if you let me pick which lollies we get."

I shrugged and patted the blue bar in front of me. "It's your money anyway. Hop on."

"I'm going to buy the super sour ones," he warned. I gripped his waist and helped him onto the bike. 

Laughing, I poked his ribs lightly. "Go ahead, you're the one who hates sour lollies."

Kace huffed. "Fine then. At least promise me hot chocolate when we get back." 

"Okay, weirdo. It's summer and you want a hot chocolate?"

"Why not?"

I just shook my head. And as I pedaled, I noticed my cheeks were aching. 

Today's the best kind of day.

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-A/N-

Man, my fibromyalgia be really acting up today 😭😵‍💫

QOTC: sweet or savory?