The Boy I Met That Summer | COMPLETED

4. Treehouse

Note: Some events mentioned in this chapter were skipped in previous chapters.

Killua giggles. "Hey Gon!" He waves.

Gon flips upside down, hanging on a tree branch by his legs. "Killuaaaaaaa!"

Killua runs up to Gon. "Hehe! It's been a while, huh?"

Gon gasps. "Your lisp is gone?!"

Killua blushes bright red. "W-well yeah... I'm ten now, Gon... o-of course it's gone..."

Gon pouts. "But your lisp was so cute!"

Killua gasps, glaring at Gon. "It was not! It was embarrassing!"

Gon giggles. "But it was totally adorable to me!"

Killua slaps Gon's exposed tummy as he hangs upside down, making him sway back a bit.

"Owwww!" Gon whines.

"I'm not cute!"

"That's an opinion. Your opinion. Ms Clemens says opinions aren't fact." Gon huffs. "But everyone says you're cute! So it's a fact!"

Killua huffs. "Aaaarrrgh! You're so stubborn, yknow that?!"

Gon smirks. "Yes, yes I do. Mito says it's one of my defining traits."

"You say that like it's a good thing."

Gon giggles, which causes him to fall out of the tree. "Woah!" He lands on Killua.

Killua flushes bright red. "I-Idiot! Get off of me!"

Gon chuckles, standing up. "Heh. Sorry." His eyes widen. "Woah! You're so tall! You're even taller than me now! And I'm eleven and a half!"

Killua blushes. He is about two inches taller than Gon now. "Idiot."

Gon laughs. "You sure like to say idiot a lot, huh?"

Killua crosses his arms. "Only around you. Since you are one."

Gon pouts. "Whateverrrr. Anyways, let's go to the park!"

Killua scoffs, getting pulled along by Gon. "Alright."

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Next Year

"Aw come on!" Gon groans. "You're even taller?! That's so unfair! I'm almost thirteen how are you taller?!"

Killua smirks. "Of course I am. I drink milk."

Gon scoffs. "Well happy birthday ya tree trunk." He hands Killua a box.

Killua takes the box with interest. "Thanks!" He starts tearing into it. He sees a big conch seashell of metallic blue hues. "Wow... it's gorgeous..."

Gon grins. "I've got one, too! Blow into it right there!"

Killua blows into the one end as hard as he can, and is shocked by the insanely loud bellowing sound coming out the other end.

"Woah."

Gon chuckles. "So- if you're ever in town and can't find me, blow this! And then I'll blow mine to let you know where I am!"

"Can't we just exchange phone numbers, though?"

"You have a phone?!" Gon gasps.

Killua's cheeks heat up in embarrassment when he realizes that he's rather privileged thanks to his parents' wealth. Unlike most kids his age he has a phone, despite him being eleven.