Poetry and Thoughts

He and i

We were best friends
At 3 when my grandma lived in the apartments he was the boy who lived above me
He was 4
His name
Dylan
His brown hair and big brown eyes
He was the only kid nice to me that lived at the apartments
I remember when I met him
I was on the sidewalk in front of my grandmas apartment playing hop scotch by myself
Three boys came up laughing at me
They also lived within the apartments
I called them B3
I know lame but I had a reason
It was there names and as weird as it sounded they all started with the letter B
There was Ben
Brayden
And Blake
I know super weird right
They were like your classic bully's
And really mean ones for a bunch a five year olds
This one girl they bullied had to move away because of how bad they were
I didn't know her very well besides her name being Sarah
I guess when Sarah had moved they decided to start picking on me
And trust me they didn't start me out so easy

"Poor little girl playing by herself"
Ben said
"Who else would she play with she has no friends"
Blake scoffed
"Probably because she's a freak and we don't allow freaks to stay here"
Brayden snickered
I never had a good feeling about them but being a scared little 3 year old I was terrified of them
They grabbed my hair and pushed me to the ground
They spit on me and kicked me
Called me names like I was trash

Then the greatest thing happened
Someone yelled
Hey stop that leave her alone
B3 looked and laughed and yelled
"What are you going to do about"
That's when the boy punched Black right in the jaw
The other boys were filled with rage and tried to hit him but they couldn't he got them laying on the ground faster than they could stand up
Blake made the smart decision and had them retreat
Once they left the boy turned around and said "here let me help you"
He raised me off the sidewalk and helped me brush off the dirt
He looks at my face and arms and said "let's go back to my place and let my dad help you get those cuts and bruises cleaned up"
I slowly nod not saying a word
"I'm Dylan by the way"
I still don't say anything
"What's your name"
I refuse to lay out a word
"Come on I won't bite"
I give a soft quiet response
"I-I'm Shyla"
"Well it's nice to meet you Shyla let's be friends, okay?!?"
I could help but smile after
I had finally had a friend
He led be up the metal stairs to the apartment that was right above my grandmas
"You live here?"
I ask
He nods "yeah I live here with my dad"
"That's cool my grandma is right below her I just visit on weekends and when my mom doesn't take me with her to work"
"That's awesome" he opens the door
Inside I met his father he asked what happened and we told him
He helped me get my cuts cleaned up and covered and gave me kids medicine to help with the pain
I give him a big thank you before having to head out
Dylan ended up walking me downstairs to help explain what had happened to my grandma
She was upset I didn't tell her first but was relieved that I was okay and that I had a friend
Later on through out the years I hung out with him nearly every time I was at my grandmas
He was my best friend
And I his
When I turned 5 my grandma ended up moving out of the apartments which separated Dylan and I but I did get to talk to him over the phone every night before going to bed And once a month I got to spend the night at his place
It wasn't till we turned 10 that things got bad
His father ended up getting a job offer in Oklahoma
I spent the night his last night being in the apartment
We cried that he had to leave and I had to see him leave in his car
I cried for many nights
After about a month or two we ended up loosing communication
I slowly forgot about him
My best friend for 7 years was just gone
I thought I would of never seen him again
I guess I was wrong
The year is 2018 and after just 8 years of not having a thought about Dylan
We found each other

I was down in Oklahoma in a place where I won't say
I was in Walmart getting stuff for a trip back home when I tried grabbing the last case of Arizona green tea when someone else grabbed it before I did