Friends.

This is Brooks. Him and Ellie are birthday friends. They aren't sure what to think about eachother yet. I am sure that will change.

I imagine their conversation went something like this:

Brooks: Girls are smelly. I am not going to even bother with you.

Ellie: Do you think my crosseyed look is sexy?

Ellie: What are you looking at Brooks?

Brooks: Mom, really? Why are you making me sit by her?

Brooks: Parents are SO embarrasing, making me put my arm around this girl.

Ellie: Can I put my head on your shoulder?

Brooks: I hate my life

Ellie: Thank you. Your shoulder is so comfortable.

Brooks: If I cry will you please get me away from her?

Ellie: My arm is really tasty.