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-prologue- That Stupid Smile

-hello! This is my very first story, so feedback would be very much appreciated. This is very short since it is only a prologue. Thanks and please enjoy! ^^-

-prologue- 

       I once knew a person. He was a bit thoughtless. A bit reckless. and completely stubborn. Yet, he was one of those people that you just couldn't help but want to protect. He'd always get into trouble. With teachers, classmates, neighbors, you name it. However, no matter what he did, no matter how stupid, or crazy, he'd have that stupid smile on his face. That smile that just made everything better. No matter how much he messed up, he knew how to fix it. A natural problem solver, even though he was the problem. If you were sad, he'd cheer you up, with that stupid smile. If you hurt yourself on the playground, he'd take you to the nurse, with that stupid smile. He'd tease me, with that stupid smile.

       I remember when my whole world was falling apart. My parents... divorced. My parents fought over who my older brother and I would live with. Then it was decided. I'd stay here, and live with my dad. My brother would move away with my mom. I felt torn. The day my brother had to move, I was stuck in school. How I wished I could be at home. I heard several, "Everything will be alright"s, "Keep strong"s and plenty of "Things will get better"s. It all felt monotonous. I felt I was drifting, no, spiraling. It felt dizzy, and weightless. Then a sharp pain. No. That wasn't imaginary. I fell. From the top of the slide. I was too out of it to notice I was leaning off of the side. I skid my knees and elbows on the way down. It didn't hurt. I saw the blood. It didn't hurt. I saw everyone encircling me. I didn't hurt. I didn't hurt. I felt... numb.  

       Then I saw his stupid sympathetic smile. It hurt. I felt him pick me up, piggy-back style. It hurt even more. I looked at his face, though a hint of concern, still that stupid smile. I cried. All of the pain, came rushing. And I cried even more. He sat me down in a chair in the nurse's office. Put a ice pack on my now bandaged knee. He pat my head, and looked me in my eyes. Softly he said, "When things get tough, it doesn't hurt to cry." He kissed my forehead. "...but it'll hurt more if you don't try smiling once in a while." He flicked my forehead "Idiot." He smiled. 

That stupid smile... that stupid, annoying, cheesy smile was the only thing that gave me comfort.

-That was back when we were 8 years old. The day after, he moved. No one ever heard from him ever again... that is, until we hit high school.