A/N: Meh, I got the idea in a dream I had.

You know, the kind of dream where you live a different life for like eight years and you're like "I'm so totally changed by this!" then you wake up from it all and you're like, "...waffles or pancakes for breakfast?"

So yeah, that's my story. XD

Enjoy, review if you can, and don't forget to hug a penguin!

(Matt P.O.V)

I giggled as Mello tackled me to the ground and tried to make a grab for the ball. Of course, he was fighting dirty by holding me down, but I wouldn't let him win this time. He wasn't as strong as he thought he was, but he was a lot stronger than me.

Then again, two seven year old boys weren't too strong to really begin with, but that never stopped Mello. He was always going to be a fighter…

…even when I wasn't around.

Mello and I had been best friends since… well… ever! We'd met in kindergarten and we'd been together ever since. Always at his place or mine since we lived right next door to each other. Our parents knew each other already, as well as our brothers and my sisters. We were all like one big family in a sense, and we always looked out for each other. Especially during the times of the bullying.

My blonde compadre always stood up for me around the bullies, usually winding up in the same fate due to his rather effeminate looks. He never liked being called a girl though and fought with anyone who told him he looked like one. I quickly learned to keep those opinions to myself. But it wasn't like his looks didn't suit him. Long blonde hair, beautiful bright blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. He was truly a specimen to behold.

…

It was too bad that I'd never see him again.

Mello's father, a stern yet loving man, was transferring his family to up north where he could keep a closer eye on his company. Unfortunately, this meant Mello and I would be too far apart to see each other anymore. We'd be reduced to letters and emails from now on…

…and the thought almost killed me.

My mother told me our friendship wouldn't change during this, but I knew differently. I wasn't stupid. We'd forget about each other and soon we wouldn't be friends anymore. He'd find new friends and I'd have to do the same, ending in nothing but the two of us never speaking to each other anymore.

But I hoped I was wrong about that.

…I truly hoped…

The blonde's mother called for him and our day was done. He'd leave soon and we'd never speak again.

He got off of me and pulled me up from the ground. He then hugged me tightly, a subtle shake in his touch.

"I'll write to you every moment that I can, Matt." He promised. "I won't forget about you."

That was a lie, but I doubt he knew that it was. We' forget about each other... but it would take a while.

I gave another squeeze to my hug. "I'll make sure to email you any time that I can. You know my writing is still scratchy. Not like your writing."

He chuckled. "It'll get better. You just have to practice."

"How can I when you'll be gone? You're my human dictionary!"

He giggled once more before letting me go and running to his mother's side, hopping into the car.

He then turned to me. "I'll call you the moment we get there! I promise!"

"I'll be waiting for that call!" I answered him.

My brother Jay called to Mello's brother Chase. "I'd better see you at the university after high school!"

"Only if you bring your sisters!" Chase called back, making Sera and Caitlyn blush.

Our mothers hugged each other goodbye, and our dads gave friendly pats on the back – I guess they thought hugs weren't manly enough for them or something – and before long, they were off. My best friend would be gone forever now.

Before they were too far away, however, I saw Mello lean out of the car window and throw something to me. It landed in the grass and I ran to grab it.

Once I picked it up, I heard Mello say, "You're turn!"

I smiled as I looked down at the small chain he'd thrown to me. It had two small 'M's on it that signified our names.

I remembered this well. We'd both won it at the fair in a ring toss game. The guy thought Mello was a girl so he gave him the chain. After Mello nearly started a fight with the man, I dragged him away and brought him to a cheap little store where we got small pendant-like M's for the chain. I then told him that whenever he was sad, and I wasn't around to help him, to look at the pendants and know that I'm always there by his side, no matter what.

There were many times where we passed this back and forth to make each other feel better, always saying 'you're turn' before passing it on…

…I suppose now it was my turn.

I held it close to my heart and slowly walked back to my mother, cuddling into her arms.

"It'll be alright, Mail. You'll see."

"Yeah baby-bro." Jay tried to cheer me up. "Mello will write to you."

And he was right… but so was I.

For about a year we wrote to each other non-stop. Then… poof. The letters soon stopped. I stopped writing, and he stopped writing. And soon I forgot all about the blonde boy in the house next door who used to be my best friend. I forgot all the fun times, all the laughs and hugs we had.

Soon… there were no memories left of Mihael Keehl.

Not for a very long time.