The Bastard that Stole My Waffles

Said Bastard and Me

Dedicated to reaching_high because her and her potatoes are life changing. Here you go PoNin.

Picture of JT to the side>>>>>>>>

Prologue: Said Bastard and Me

         James. Tyler. Sanders. Three very pleasant names when apart, but when joined together and spoken to me will result in one of four answers below.

          A. I will wither inside while on the outside I go all ape-shit on you for even uttering he-who-must-not-be-named

Or...

          B. I will shun you away forever and ever and never speak to you again for as long as I shall live

Maybe...

          C. I'll punch you in the face then run away, and cry in a little ball

Most likely...

          D. all of the above

          The last I remembered of  JT Sanders was of him looking at me with bitter hatred then walking away. His hazel eyes burned with a mysterious anger that I somehow caused. I remembered how he stalked away from me on that autumn Friday.  He acted as if I were a disgusting disease that he might catch if he stayed for too long.

          I still remember how my feet were glued to the ground with shock as I watched him and leave me there. All the while, his last words to me rung in my ears, "I should have never wasted my time on you," leaving me speechless.

          Okay, I know what you're thinking.

          "Oh, a boy! Of course! A boy! Now I'm going to have to listen to this girl cry and cry and cry, sobbing over and over, 'WAAHH! He left me! I thought what we had was special! I didn't do anything wrong!'"

          You know, all that good, dramatic, soap opera quality stuff. Yada, yada, yada. But that's not gonna happen because in a way the feeling was almost mutual. Word being almost.

          Thing is, that bastard, was sadly my best friend. Was. Unfortunately, he was the only person I considered my friend, and he knew that. And yes, I said it. He and I were best friends. We had the whole 'we grew up together' type of thing,  one of those 'known each other our entire lives', the whole shebang. Obviously that never meant anything to him, but it did to me.

          He was my best friend, and I was his.

          I was the yin to his yang ever since our first adventure in China town.

          He was the jelly to my peanut butter because to him peanut butter is the grossest thing ever to exist on this earth so he wanted to be the "better" of that best friend combo, but we were just as close.

          I was the cream cheese to his usual double blueberry supreme bagel he'd get every morning on Mondays from our favorite bakery down the street because, according to him, bagels and I were the only, and most important, thing/person in his life that he looked forward to every Monday that he'd never get tired of.

          He was the syrup on my ever - oh - so - amazing waffles that I would wake up every Wednesday at 5 A.M. to have because, to me, waffles and him were the only things that meant the most to me in this whole world that were worth those evil hours of sleep deprivation.

          I was his partner in crime from the time we snuck cookies out of his mom's cookie jar, to getting matching casts at age nine after we announced to the world we would be the first kids ever to fly off my roof, and to the time we got suspended for filling all the classrooms with stink bombs during our last year of best-friendmanship together.

          He was the one I could count on even when it seemed liked everyone and everything was against me because I knew that our loyalty for each other ran so deep that it could never be broken.

          But it was. It is.

          Broken. In half. Then stomped all over with his torn up Vans that he'd never get rid of.

          So why the hell am I telling you this you may ask? Well, curious stranger, why else would I be here?

          I am here to tell you this slightly cliche tale of said bastard and me, and how we would eventually ended up having one of those sappy 'happily ever afters.'

           Said bastard and me. Predictable, I might say.