Alive and Kicking
My best friend when I was small was my mother’s best friend’s son. He was 2 months older than me and we were together all the time for obvious reasons. I adored him in the little brother/best friend sort of way (he was always smaller than me).
We played together all the time and built forts in the woods, went fishing and swimming. We even ganged up on our younger brothers together. In second grade we had the same teacher and he asked me to go behind the bookshelf because he needed to talk to me. He crouched down so I crouched down.
He said, “Okay…will you be girlfriend? Phew! I finally did it.” I smiled at him and said, “I can’t be your girlfriend, I’m your best friend.” He kicked me and walked away. Story credit: Reddit / Sugarbear51