Just My Imagination...

The First Time

The first time I saw Pete was when I was six years old.

I was alone at the sandbox while the rest of my 1st grade class swung on the monkey bars, or played tag. Not me. No one wanted to play with me. I was too quiet...Or too funny looking... Or just not worth their time...

I wiped my eye of a tear that threatened to spill over as my other hand trailed patterns in the miniscule grains of sand. I sniffled as a shakey circle appeared, connected to one long shakey line and four shorter ones. I went back to my circle and poked two dots for eyes. I then drew the upside down half circle mouth. When I finished, a tear managed to escape my eye and hit the sand. It landed just below my sand person's eye, like he was crying with me.

I watched the tear seep through all the small grains before any evidence of it being there faded completely.

"It's okay..." I said softly, "At least you have hundreds or thousands of little friends..." I lifted a handful of sand and let it run through my fingers. I had a lot of time to be alone. I had a lot of time to think about the things that most kids wouldn't bother to think twice about.

Probably another reason as to why I was so much of a loner already at that age...

I sat back, looking at my sand person. "I'd be your friend..." I whispered, "It doesn't feel good to be alone..."

"Then why are you alone?"

I looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. It was a boy I had never seen before with dark hair. He was wearing a red hoodie as he plopped down next to me in the sand, surprisingly, not disturbing a single grain.

"Who are you?" I asked, tilting my head at the new boy.

A grin spread across his face. "I'm Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third." He laughed as my jaw dropped at the mouthful of a name he had. "Just call me Pete." He smiled warmly after he finished laughing.

"I've never heard that name at role call before." I said, trying to make a mental note of every word of his name.

"Because I'm not in the roll call." Pete shrugged. He leaned over and poked my forehead, "I'm in there."

"My skull?" I questioned, rubbing where he had poked me.

"Your imagination." He explained, "So you don't have to be alone. You'll have me!"

I blinked at him a few times. I reached out to poke his arm, and I did. His sweater sleeve was soft and his arm was as solid as mine.

"But...I can feel you." I looked at him confused.

"Because I'm real to you." Pete said, simply. "You can see, feel, and hear me. Other people can't. I'm yours, Patrick." He smiled again.

"So...You'll be my friend?" I asked, a slight hopefulness rising in my chest. No one besides family or teachers had ever talked to me this long. I was I'm a disbelief.

"Of course, Patrick." He continued to smile, "Always."

I smiled back. For the first time, feeling like I was actually wanted by another person... Even if that person was from my head...

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A/N~ Yay another fic

**does dance**

Okay so this one inspiration hit me like a bus and I had to write it. It's been in my drafts since December 2nd (2015) because I wanted to finish some of my fics before getting into this one...and I wanted to really polish this one.

((I published this early, I was supposed to wait til January oops))

Also I'm super proud of the cover. I've actually been getting better at using my editing app so yay!

Yea, that's about it... Future chapters will probably be longer since this was just an introduction and...yea. I hope you'll like ;)

~Skittles Out~