This story didn't arrive fully formed in my head like Sk8r Grrls. Instead I got brief flashes of scenes. Then, I thought about it, and that works. So... this story will be a lot darker than Sk8r Grrls. The "Blurred for Plot" tag is because I don't want to give away some of the bigger plot twists by assigning genre

Emily smiled as she handed Jeff his towel and drink when he trotted off the court. It was always easy to sucker the older kids into a one-on-one with him.
“Nice game, Shortround,” she teased him. The two had been best friends since before Kindergarten, when he and his mother had moved into the old house nextdoor and became neighbors. Now, they were both gonna be high-schoolers next fall and brother and sister before the end of Summer.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied mock angrily, “We all know I'm short. Hey, it makes money for us. That's another fifty bucks. Let's grab the 'rents and treat them to pizza for once.”
She nodded agreement and waited while the sweaty, four feet and eight inches tall boy downed half of the bottled sports drink and draped the towel around his neck.
They light heartedly sniped back and forth at the bus stop, and on the entire trip back home.
There were police cruisers all over the place, though. Something exciting? In their neighborhood? They barely glanced at each other and wordlessly challenged each other to a footrace to the action before taking off.
The finish line was Jeff's house.