I tipped toed inside and Sam followed behind, my mom was still in her room. I am sure she is hardcore passed out in her room, but I'd rather be safe.
"He is such a great guy, I wish mom could see that now," I tell Sam as plop onto my bed.
"Don't get too ahead, you talk to him for maybe, twenty minutes," he says sitting next to me.
"Don't be a downer," I say whiny.
"I am just being a realist."
"You are just being a butt head."
He faces palms himself and I giggle a little.
"I am being serious," he tells me petting my head.
"I was too."
"Juliani, I think Logan takes really good care of you."
"What are you trying to get at?"
"Do you really need me?"
"Yes! I do you are my best friend!"
I started to think about all those times I got bullied for it, all those times my mother was concerned about me, all of the shrinks I have seen. All one thing they have asked me, 'Aren't you a little old for an imaginary friend?' I look at Sam and starts to look like he did the night I could never forget, Sam waved, then started to fade he was wearing his werewolf pajamas and a goofy nine-year-old grin. A tear rolled down my face, I then realize something. He is six feet under. I began to cry.
"Bye Sammy."
"Bye Juliani," I heard ever so faintly.
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Sam and I
Spirituelles"Aren't you a little old for imaginary friends?" The question I get most. "He is not imaginary, you just can't see him." *Trigger warning* Completed Highest rank #445 (Some changes to wattpad were made now its 50)
