All Those Years Ago

Reunion

A/N: This chapter is pretty short so sorry, but I hope you enjoy. This is my first fan fiction so I will just upload once the next chapter is ready. Enjoy!

Chapter 1:

     The unbelievably bright sun beats down it's heat onto me. I walk towards the crosswalk on this busy Saturday afternoon. The city is hustling, tour buses are zooming past and mothers chase after their children. Teenagers are in and out of stores every few seconds. The end of the lunch hour has arrived and more people flood the sidewalks and streets. Tourists pull out their maps from their backpacks, and the Saturday workers sprint back to their stores from their well needed break. I hear the pounding of feet and the honking of car horns. I stop as I have arrived at the cross walk. I am joined by tourists, couples, families, and many others.
     I look for the orange hand that holds us in place to turn into the bright white man that tells us to hurry across the road. Once it does so, people take off across the street to see where today's adventure will lead them. As I step up onto the curb and sidewalk from the street, I find myself looking into the eyes of a handsome man. He is a towering six feet tall and has short and shiny brown hair. His eyes are a deep blue. I then begin to notice this handsome man staring into my eyes. I feel the edges of my mouth being pulled up. My toothy white grin is in sight for all ahead. I turn my head back around and carry on by putting one foot in front of the other.
     This mystery man is nowhere to be found when I crane my neck around to look for him again. Ever since that brief moment, my simple walk has turned into a wonderful adventure that has turned my curiosity switch on. Who was that man? How will I find him again? What is his story? Where is he from? I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I am tapped slightly on the shoulder. The tap seems timid and nervous filled. I stop in my tracks and turn my body about fourty-five degrees to my right. I am once again staring at the man.
     "Hello," he begins, "my name is Kurt."
     "I'm Taylor." I respond timidly, as I feel that I recognize this man. I cannot quite place his voice however.
     "I had a friend named Taylor. It is a lovely name." He glances to my shoulder and traces the small, barely noticeable scar.
     "I feel from a tree when I was younger. Just a little scrap." I replied not feeling like explaining in too much detail. "Have a nice day Kurt. It was lovely to meet you." I turn back to head down the street after patting this 'Kurt' on the shoulder.
     "Little bear?" I hear him mumble quietly. So quiet that it sounded like a slight gust of wind. I slowly turn back around as I remember my childhood nickname from my best friend.
     "Wells?" I reply unsure that it is even him.
     "But this cannot be true. You, you were killed?" He stammers, unsure of how to handle this new situation.
     "I know that is what you thought, but it's not what happened," I hug him tight and he holds me strongly in the embrace.
     "I've missed you." He whispers into my ear softly. I'm back where I've always wanted to be, in the safe and caring arms of my best friend.
     "I've missed you too Kurt Weller, more than you know."