Friends?

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I begin to stroll down the sidewalk and think about my past. That's when something hit me. 'Green hat?' I think in my head. "That's it.... no...no it cant be..." I say aloud to the trees and well.... anything that was even listening. ~flashback~

I was about 7 years old and playing at the school grounds when all of a sudden... a couple of 8th graders start kicking and shoving me to the ground. I begin to scream as one of them kicks my face. That's when I see......."it". The man with the green hat. (By the way I'm changing how BEN Drowned's backstory went :p) he was playing on his game boy and saw what these people were doing. He went up to them and said "Stop it.". That didn't stop. "Stop it.". He says again. They still didn't stop. "STOP IT!!!!!!!! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!!!" he screams gripping his head as blood bagins to slowly drip from his eye sockets. When the kids realize that the boy was now bleeding they rush off screaming. The boy grabs my hand and helps me up. "Th-thank y-y-you." I whimper between breaths."what's your name?" He asks. The blood now gone. "Y-y-y/n l-l/n" I wipe the tears from my eyes. "I'm BEN. BEN Drowned." BEN Drowned??? What an odd name. "Lets be friends." He smiles at me. He wants to be my friend? This has never happened before."s-sure" I smile back. He wipes the tears from my cheek and smiles. "Friends forever. Promise?" "Promise" I agree as we lock pinkies.

~flashback~ends~

I had never seen him again. Maybe that was who did that horrible thing to y/b/n. But all this time I had thought he was just in my imagination. Oh well. But....maybe....he was. "God damnit" I say aloud as I stumble over a large rock. I'm about to fall when someone grabs my hand. "Whoa there. Be careful." He says. He looks about my age (16-17ish). He had Blonde hair and......red eyes? No. They must have been a dark brown. But... they looked red to me. He also had very big and pointy ears. Why did he look so familiar? "Thanks." I say wiping myself off. "Hey...what's your name?" He asks me. "Y/n. What's yours?" "Mine....oh...mine is... uh...its Dylan..." he says rubbing his neck. "Oh...well hi Dylan." I smile. "And now goodbye Dylan." I begin to walk back home but I hear him call behind me "wait." He runs to catch up to me. "Let me walk you back." He smiles."uh...ok" I smile back. As we walk home we talk and talk about our favorite things and our past and all of the crazy stuff that has happened to us. I think I made a friend. He says that he will come by my house tommorrow afternoon so we can play video games or something. I agree and walk into my house. "Bye Dylan." I say waving out the doorway. He waves back and begins to walk off. That was nice. "How was it sweetie?" My mother asks me as I close the door."fine." "Did you make any friends?" "Ya.....I did." "Oh sweetie that's wonderful!!!" My mother practically screams."sshhhh!!! You'll wake up y/b/n!" I say. Pointing to the.....empty couch? "Were is he?" I ask concerned. "The moving people came today and put up all the furniture. Hes in his room. You can go and find your room sweetie. You look exhausted. But here. Take this." She hands me a plate of food. "Thanks mom" I say and begin to walk upstairs. I find my room and set the plate of food down. I pull on a tangyop and shorts and lay in bed. I eat the plate of food and turn on the TV. I put it on the Si-Fi channel and fall asleep just to dream about something....anything....

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