Chapter 1 [[Year 6]]

Okay, so I absolutely LOVE Vero and Marc-Andre together. Which is kind of weird because I love Marc, so I should hate her..but you just can't haha! So since they grew up as neighbors, I'm going to start when they were little, maybe do a chapter or two of each year until we get to age 16. Then everything will really start..

Chapter 1

Marc's POV

I sat on the front porch licking my popsicle watching the movers move the new family into John's old house. John was my best friend, I'm going to really miss him. I want to go check out the new family, see if they have any guys, but mom is making me stay on the front porch. She thinks I'm four, but I'm not stupid enough to wonder into the street. I am six years old now! I watched two girls get out of the car, they looked identical with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. One though was little, and the other one was big. The little one had her hair in two high pigtails and had a Montreal Canadiens shirt and a pair of pink shorts and Winnie The Pooh sneakers. The older one had a sparkly silver shirt and a tight pair of jeans.

"Veronique, come on! Stop walking so slow!" I heard the older one snapped at the younger one, who I assumed was Veronique. Veronique glared at her sister, "Marie stop it!" she whined.

"Fine," she muttered, "don't come crying to be when you get the worse room." The older one said before running into the house. The little one started walking up the steps of the house before seeing me. She bounded over to me and stood on the porch.

"Hi! I'm Veronique, my family is moving here!" She said eagerly. I just stared and felt my popsicle drip onto my Spiderman sneakers.

"What's your name?" She asked impatiently.

"Um, my name is Marc-Andre Fleury." I said proudly.

"V! Mum needs your help finding your suitcase." I tall man with the same brown hair and brown eyes yelled out. "Come over here please."

"I'll come over tomorrow Marc-Andre, maybe you'll be able to see my room!" She said excitedly before running back, her hair bouncing along with her.

Veronique's POV

I skipped back to my Daddy and helped my mom find my Barbie suitcase. I could tell Marc-Andre and I were going to be great friends, I mean we had to with us being neighbors and all.

"Veronique, look at your room! It's pink!" My mom exclaimed while putting her arm over my shoulder. My room was heaven, it had light pink walls. And then in the middle of it was a big bed with a white canopy and the comforter was a white lace. The curtains over my window was a matching white lace. On the wall were framed pictures of my sister Marie and me, kittens, and other things I loved. My parents already had all my stuff moved in, so my white dresser was against the wall. In one corner was where all my Barbies and my Barbie dream house was. There was a rocking chair in the other corner. I had a little desk and next to it a make up counter with all the free samples my mom gets for her work. That's what Marie loves to do with me, give me make overs. But that was a year ago, now she's changed. Marie came in at the moment and snorted, "I could never live in here, it's too pinky and lacey." She retored.

That made my start crying and I put my thumb in my mouth out of a bad habit. "Marie!" my mom scolded. "Must you always be so mean to your little sister, she's happy about her room? Now go to your room and don't come out until dinner." My mom told her before muttering something and closing the door shut. I sat down at the desk, which is right in front of the window. I noticed that I had a perfect view into Marc-Andre's room. This was going to be a great house.

Haha okay, so it was kinda hard writing in a six year old's POV since that was 10 years ago and I don't really remember it..