Let's all imagine a world where Dave and John grew up together.
You ran, laughing your little heart out.
You were an innocent 6 year old boy.
Your dad praised you, and always baked you cake.
Your best friend was always by your side, saving you.
You had all your adventures with him, no one else.
Until you grew up.
He started coming around less and less.
When you saw him at school, he was always with the popular kids.
You wouldn't dare step near them.
No, that's a mistake.
You would be mocked.
Teased.
Laughed at.
You couldn't bare to do that, but...
What happened?
He was your best friend...
Fuck, when you two were in kindergarten, he was the first one to say hello.
You even remember it clearly...
Your smaller self, sitting alone at the corner table of the classroom, a juice box hiding your face as you were leaned over the table. You sighed, used to being alone, and sipped at your juice. A pair of small red converse step into your sight on the floor and you lift your head.
"Sup. I'm Dave."
Was all you heard in a childish monotone voice.
"I'm John."
He sat beside you and peered into your lunchbox.
"What's with all the cake?"
You sat up and scooted in.
"My dad and I like to make cake a lot..."
"Aren't girls supposed to make cake?"
"..."
"I'm kidding."
"I guess..."
"Cheer up, I bet the cake tastes good."
You shrugged and sipped at your juice.
"Can we be friends?"
You shrugged again.
"Sure."
You shook your head. Childish memories are stupid.
He clearly didn't want to be your friend. No matter what he said.
Even when you guys got to middle school, he started drifting away.
Only hanging out with you when he wasn't around anyone else.
As if he regretted you.