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So We Meet Again

A/N- Look at the picture... MITCH LOOKS SO FRICKIN CUTE

Third Person P.O.V
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They were in the park and became friends immediately. They would meet each other there every Tuesday. That was until...

"I hope to see you again one day..."

"Me too, Mitch," Scott said to the 7 year old Mitch. They hugged and Scott ran off, not wanting the young Mitch to see his tears.

~10 Years Later~

"Do I have to? I'm not really in the mood to go outside," Scott whined to his mother. "Yes, now go." "Fine."

Scott's P.O.V
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I decided on walking to the park, since that's where I go when I'm bored or need to clear my mind. I didn't think anybody was there, so I walked to the swings, my personal favorite, and sat there.

A few minutes later, a boy ran into me. "Are you okay?" He nodded.

"Hey, sorry about him, he's a little crazy," a boy my age said. "Oh, it's fine." I looked at his face, and to be honest, he looked super familiar. "What's your name?"

"Mitch." It was him... the kid from the park on Tuesdays. "You're the kid I played with... Scott, right?" He remembered. I nodded and smiled. I finally broke the silence, it wasn't awkward, it was a good kind of silence. The kind of silence you have when you are trying to recollect your thoughts.

"It's been so long. I missed you, Mitch," I said. "I missed you too."

"So we meet again."