Here I come

Just a drabble prompt (“Under the Bed”) for my precious Branmarie… I thought I might do the scene where they meet for the first time, just for fun. They’re probably about thirteen years old, and Annemarie’s family has just moved closer to Melissa’s and, subsequently, Brandon’s. Hide and Seek would have been Melissa’s little sister (name TBD)’s idea and Melissa, not being the most assertive small child, would have gone along with it. Brandon came over after the game had started, so he and Annemarie didn’t have the chance to properly meet.

“Ready or not, here I come!”
I ducked inside a bedroom, looked around frantically. Why was Mel’s house so hard to navigate? She’d finished counting (granted, only to fifteen) before I’d even made it in here.
I threw myself under the only reliable hiding spot- the bed- only to slam into someone else. She shrieked and I rolled away quickly, startled. “Annemarie?”
She furrowed her brow. “Brandon?” She giggled. “Fancy seeing you here.” She stuck out her hand. “I don’t think we ever formally met.”
My mouth was open in shock. “Nice to meet you,” I managed, shaking it awkwardly. “I joined the game a little late. I’m Mel’s best friend.”
“Really?” She folded her arms, rolling onto her back and staring up at the dusty bottom of the bed. “I’m her cousin. I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already.”
“Same.” I joined her, rolling onto my own back. The bottom was hardly three inches from my nose, the confinement causing my heart to race slightly. “Every time she comes back from your house, it’s all she can talk about.”
“Really now? When she’s there, it’s nonstop ‘Brandon this! Brandon that!’” Annemarie turned back, her hair catching beneath her. “Mom’s going to be glad to know that this Brandon is not, as she so thought, an imaginary friend.”
I laughed, but quietly, as I could hear footsteps outside the door.                                           “I’m coming,” sang Melissa.
“Really nice to meet you,” I whispered, turning back to face her. “I’m glad you moved. We ought to hang out more.”
Annemarie smiled, propping her head on her elbow. “We really should.”

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