10. Silver

'Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.'

~



"Christian Baley, you get your arse here right now!" A young girl of ten bellowed loudly, alerting the whole household of her fury at five in the morning.
"You can't swear, Amy!" Christian giggled, older by a year. "I'm going to tell everyone."
"Stop being so immature," she whined miserably, giving her friend the saddest eyes that one could muster up. "Please, play with me?"
He shook his head defiantly, hair flying out everywhere which led to her running after him in ferocious frustration. She chased him, toying with his idiotic senses like a cat does with a mouse.
And secretly in the shadows, their mothers would watch, used to being woken up at ridiculous times in the morning. Clutching at each other in amusement, they would laugh their hearts' contents out, laughing at the antics that their dear children got up to. Meanwhile, the fathers would be lounging in the sitting room, also normally awake for the early morning stirrings by their children. You could often hear a trail of laughter erupting from that room as both fathers slapped their knees and roared with anticipation over what the kids were going to do next.
It was a lovely family. They were amazing friends.

But nothing lasts forever.



~



'Friendships that have stood the test-
Time and change-are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow grey;
Friendship never knows decay.'


~


"You're a fool!" Amy sneered at the sixteen year old boy who looked down at her with his glasses directly perched on his face, completely wounded. "Can't believe that I used to like you."

"Amy…" he reached out only to recoil back when the door slammed.

Their parents downstairs looked at each other despairingly. Why had this happened? What had they done in the cultivation of their children?

Amy came stomping down the stairs calling out to her parents rudely as she walked down. "I'm going home. See you there."

Her mother opened her mouth but closed it when Amy shot her a rough glare. Looking helplessly at Christian's mother, she burst into tears and her husband started to comfort her, excusing them from the company of Christian's family. This was a normal occurrence by now; every single time that the Baleys had Amy's family over, it ended in chaos.

Upstairs, Christian sighed sadly, attempting to reminisce when everything had gone wrong. But the disrespect that Amy had treated him had hurt him deeply and he had to do something about that. She was always the bossier one between the two, and the appeal of popularity had lured her away from his caring figure, turning her into a high-class bitch.

His resolve firmed. He knew what he had to do.


~


'For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die;
New friends must their place supply.'


~


"Christian, hello,' Amy stopped him in his footsteps fluttering her eyes insanely. "I've got something to ask you."

Baley had now advanced to the highest rank of the social ladder, but yet hadn't had the power go to his head yet. He looked at Amy, raising an eyebrow coolly at her advances. Only a year ago, she was 'hating' him, and purposely proving that she didn't have to do anything for him.

Look at where that got her.

"No," he replied offhandedly, looking at his three mates that sat on his table with their respective girls.

She looked at him, offended, before turning and strutting off. She had been rejected by him again. It was getting honestly humiliating and if the girls realised that she hadn't succeeded in doing anything with him; she would be in such deep shit.

She probably deserved it, she reflected to herself glumly.



~




'Cherish friendship in your breast-
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.'



~



"We were horrible to each other back then." Amy snickered, her greying hair falling in strands around her face. She looked at Christian and smiled when she realised that he had fallen asleep.

Putting her head against his chest, she realised that his heart wasn't beating anymore. Why hadn't she realised earlier?

"Chris?" She yelped, alarmed. There was no response, no stirring of any sort to indicate that he heard his name. "Chris?" And finally, he was rushed into hospital, oxygen pumps fighting to keep him alive.

Though he was already declared dead.



http://www.essentia.com/book/poems/Silver_gold.htm

It was mighty short today, but it satisfies the word limit. I liked this one. Somewhat. I could've extended it, again. But I want to watch Doctor Who!

So bye.

Allons-y!