...er something he hasn't seen in years. Literally.
Ben and Gwen were both snuggled up to each other on the very cramped seat, Gwen's arms secured around herself while Ben had one arm loosely wrapped around Gwen.
Not since they were 5 years old….Grandpa reminisced.
He didn't have the heart to wake them up, so he leaned on the sink and crossed his arms, just looking at them.
They were just this close, if not closer when they were younger. Heck, they were inseparable. Since they were little, they did almost everything together. They played together, they ran around the park together, they even bathed together.
Boy, will they get a kick outta that one…Grandpa sniggered.
Then Frank got a job opportunity outside of Bellwood, and the family had to move. He remembered hearing both Lily and Sandra complaining to him how both kids wouldn't stop crying for days. Even Ken whined about how he couldn't stand his little sister's constant wailing.
"Let her live with Ben, then!" he said once. Cute.
They were 8 years old then. Almost an entire year after they'd have last seen each other, they met again for a big-time family reunion. The one where Ben thought his Uncle Manny was- what, Bigfoot?
Gwen was slightly more tomboy-ish than before, taking karate and whatnot, and Ben was slightly more brash. Needless to say th...