"Always." He always said that. It was like his motto. Any time something went wrong, or when he got into fights, or even when he was just thinking. He always said that. Always a happy and cheerful person, Matt always waited in the same spot for me. At our "Tree House", we found when we were like eight. It wasn't really a tree house. It was just a stubby old tree that was close to the ground. We called it our tree house because it was somewhere where we could both see each other when we were hert, sad, frustrated, or really just needed each other.
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My "Best Friend"
Teen FictionHim and I were best friends since we were both two. Our parents had fights. Our siblings argued. But the bond between could never be broken. We were always there for each other. It was Kat and Matt against the world.
