Author's note: This one-shot is going to be about Jude and Timothy being kindergarteners approximately 4-6 years old as Jude is almost 6, whilst Tim is actually 5. Furthermore, that's an Alternate Universe one-shot of them being young children, besides based on one song of Nirvana under the name "About a Girl" by judging its one-shot's name.

Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot as well! :))

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--- 28th of October, 1925 ---

The late October autumn in Boston bear a semblance almost of an early winter with its wee hints of the forthcoming glacial season, substituting the rainy and cloudy one just in a jumpcut. The crispy, pigmented in diversity of warm colours leaves tumbled down from the grandiose, old trees by stripping them off their once crispy, breathtaking autumn crown they formed altogether.

Jude has been attending kindergarten since at age 3, despite her father left her and her mother Esmeralda a few weeks ago, in fact, he was so fed with the humblr lifestyle the family lived and he preferred to move on in his life by dating a rich, nonetheless younger, more appealing lady.

The British compatriot has moved with his family in Boston when he was barely three-year-old and he has changed 2 kindergartens up to now as the current he's attending regularly is his second one. The crucial reason why his family decided to convey him to the recent one was that in previous institution the teacher was so crudely arrogant and sadistic with the childen, instead of treating them rightly.At last but not least, the first days when he moved in the kindergarten where the Bostonian was attending regularly, at first the young boy thought his peer was eccentric outsider and he feared of interacting to her.

The little girl wasn't genuinely in seventh heaven when she was with her father the last few years, due to the fact he didn't show his true, paternal love to his only child and his love for Esmeralda. Even when her father Gregory dissipated, the young girl was numb and she isolated even more from her peers by sitting by herself, playing absent-mindedly with the crispy, already plunged down leaves by tearing them on tiny pieces with her pudgy, pale as lilly fingers.

Little did the young boy know the real motives why the slightly older girl was distancing herself from the other kindergarteners and seating on the old bench, picking up from the ground a random autumn, flimsily crunchy leaf while the kindergarten's yard became a battlefield of laughs, mirthful childish voices and screams, running infants and playing with each other. The blonde didn't'have any friends and she wasn't even interested in playing with them since some of them considered her peculiarly quirky even anti-social.

When Timothy witnessed the prospect of the bullies, addressing her numberable bad names that have nothing to do with her fragile character, she overlooked them by yet playing with the leaves, he couldn't help but being beyond livid how the hooligans dare to hurt her irrationally. In general, humongous and erupting as an aflare volcano lavic ire was brewing and cooking inside him.

While the wee hours of the afternoon loomed on the horizon in the last days of October, beehive of hoary clouds clouded blanched sky, outnumbering the dim sun which was scarcely part of the late October landscape. Chilly light autumn zephyr danced, fanning the children's hairs and exposed palish fleshes.

The children were still playing gleefully unlike Jude, who was seating on the bench and slowly but surely, clumsily tearing on wee pieces another gathered autumn leaf, parting her naturally rosy-coloured, soft as satin lips in coldhearted, nonchalant pout as she ducked her head, narrowing her big caramel brown orbs at the leaf as if everything else that circled her was oblivious for her. She was living in her own world. Nobody else existed for her with exception herself, the leaf and her only family- her mother as well.

The young boy wasn't very fond of his peers either. Since the last time when the British compatriot noted by the way the outsider was being treated by them, he was beyond disgusted by them and didn't dare even to peel a sugarcoated word with them so that to play with them. Howsoever, when he noticed the young girl dressed in a frugal tawny coat, hugging her frail skeleton, matching with a midnight black box pleated skirt, flaring across her round knees and an alabaster cashmere sweater. Her long mop of flossy gilt tresses piled up on her shoulders as they photogenically framed her round, porcelain complexion and her beautiful, unripened facial features. She looked pretty into the little boy's eyes.

When the timid, boyish footsteps lightly tingled the ground, stomping the crispy leaves that carpeted in a luxurious multicoloured crunchy carpet, the Bostonian didn't avert her glassy, jaded gawk from the leaf, in spite of her sensitive, petite ears otherwise were taunted by the sound, diffusing like radioactive waves. The younger infant seated alongside with a handful of inches proximity his peer at first, landing his cocoa brown pools, fueled with sheer, childlike innocence, warmness and platonic love on her.

"H-Hi!" Bashful stutter dripped from his baby-pinkish, thin lips as a sheepish, benevolent smile smeared across his parchment, round face.

"Hey!" The Bostonian replied him back in low, demure voice, still not looking at him. "What do ya want?"

"I don't want anything else than to be your friend." Even when the British compatriot confessed, the older girl casted squint at the sole child that dared to be amiable to her and most of all sincere.

"They're so mean!" She muttered under her breath, heaving a heavy sigh from the top of her brittle lungs. "They're pricks, who don't know how to socialize with lonely kids like me." In the meantime, the younger infant's corner of his eye followed the motion of the torn leaf by her pudgy, small fingers. He swallowed hard at her heartaching words. "I dislike them with every ounce." The numbing dryness, vomited in her brief monologue ruptured his heart on millions of crystal, flimsily and fragily glass pieces, scattered in the void.

"I know everything! I saw everything."

"Did ya?" All of a sudden, the blonde drifted her hazelish-brown irises, pigmented with the most blanched hazelish-brown, dimly shimmering like a beehive of nocturnal, aureate stars in the darkened, nocturnal sky.

"Yes! You're right! They're mean and they don't deserve even to play with you for that they treat you like nothing."

Silence arched between the both infants for a split second as they found themselves looking up at one another's faces pensively. In the interval, Timothy nibbled on the silky skin of his lower lip without dissipating the eye contact.

"Why you're so sad and isolated? I just want to know. I won't judge you."

"M-My father left me and my mom on our own. It was weeks ago." Meantime, the young girl ducked her head coyly as Timothy listened attentively her, paying attention to each word with great eagerness, stiffing his facial features.

"I'm so sorry to hear all this."

"Don't be sorry! He was a prick for not loving me and mom for the past few years. He didn't truly love me and he found his luck." A sharp exhale flushed her ribs cage, whilst the younger kindergartener closed the proximity's gap with a handful of more inches. "Why yar so interested to talk to me?"

"You're much different than them. You're more mature than them. You aren't like them." Crystal, bittersweet twin dew of moistness submerged her frail eyelids as twin tears verged to roll on her cheeks like a photogenic, nirvanic catalact. The Bostonian was beyond touched by his heartwarming words, straightforwardly aiming at her as cupid arrows. Nobody else from her peers in the facility was so sweet and kind to her with exception of the new child, who had already 2 homelands for a few years. Tearful, coyly soft smile curled upon her lips. He threw his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in a tight, kindhearted hug as she rested her head on his shoulder, melting in the scooped hug. "Everything will be fine. What's your name?"

"J-Judy!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Judy! I'm Timothy. You can call me on shorter Tim."

"It's nice to meet ya, Tim! I can tell yar new."

"Yes, I'm! So far I've changed only once one kindergarten and it wasn't a long time ago."

"Oh, why?" The juvenile blonde enquired in low, honeyed voice by dropping unintentionally the partly torn crispy leaf. "Was it because of bullies?"

"Not exactly!" He stammered reluctantly. "My former kindergarten teacher was so rude and saditstic. My parents even knew that and that's why I'm here." An abrupt exhale unbended his lungs as if the knitted ropes loosened swiftly in no time.

"How about the kids? Were they nice?" Judy had abundance of questions, whirling in her whirlpool of thoughts and hexing her neck by poking her tongue tip to pose them to her new and only friend.

"At least, they're fine! They weren't that rude like them." He glanced with grimaced face at the swarm of playing kindergarteners, biting his lip.

"Oh! I see!" She gasped instinctively, idly until he released her from the scooped embrace by getting from the wooden, old bench to scurry up to the rich flowerbed that adorned the kindergarten's monumental yard to snatch a single small sanguine rose. "No, no, Tim! That's not necessary at all." Wry, hoarse chuckle bleated from her lips when he gripped the already snatched rose by tucking it behind her ear after tucking a fistful stray honey curls.

"You deserve it. You're prettier like that, Judy!" Beaming, friendly smile blossomed on his parchment, childlike complexion as Jude returned to him back with sheer benevolence, whereas her cocoa brown orbs glowed as a club's sign with its neon, vibrant gleaming letters above the entrance. "Radiantly smiling and being happy! The sad faces and frowns aren't the type of natural make-up that must be on your beautiful face." Suddenly the older girl's plump, well-defined cheeks tinted ruddily as sweltering heat crawled underneath the facial skin.

"Why thank ya! Yar so friendly."

"Every girl deserves a flower, Judy!"

Author's Note: I really enjoyed writing this one-shot, although I'm dying of cuteness overload due to the AU idea of writing them as little children and Timothy being Jude's only childhood friend, whom she's ever had. 

PS: Prepare for a new short Nunsignor book these days along with the new chapter of Wings of Light!