There are just somethings in life that you know you'll never forget. Sometimes those things are embarrassing and when you're lying in your bed at night trying to fall asleep, you remember and cringe in the deepest part of yourself wishing that thing never happened.

And sometimes those things are hilarious, the kind of things that make you chuckle in the middle of class when you're supposed to be focusing on your work, but instead you're thinking of the funny thing your friend did.

Other times, those things are some of the best memories you carry with you. Memories that you now hold with the utmost love and joy, those are the somethings in life that you know you'll never forget and you don't ever want to forget them.

One of those memories for example was when I met one of my very best friends.

Her name was Adison. Sometimes I just call her Addie, because Adison gets to be a mouthful. Her full name was Adison Elizabeth Montgomery which was even longer to say, I sometimes wondered why her parents gave her such a name, because if they were ever mad at her, by the time they were done saying her full name they wouldn't be mad at her anymore. But even though it is quite the pretentious name, I love it. It is one of the most beautiful names to me. And I'll never forget the first time I heard it.

Addie and her family moved in next to me and my family just before eighth grade was about to start.

I remember the day incredibly clearly.

The month was August, and while it was summer, the air was already beginning to cool down to autumnal temperatures. Not that Canada ever got much warmer during the summer, but that day I needed a light long-sleeved t-shirt as I sat outside and bounced my baseball off the brick of our home.

Our street was a particularly quiet one, it was a main street for sure, but not very many people adventured out on Saturdays. Saturdays were for sleeping in and not doing anything. So, when I heard the sound of a larger vehicle coming down our way, I was both intrigued and slightly frightened, because the noise startled me.

I turned my head around towards the asphalt street and watched as a moving van came into view as well as a smaller pearly white car followed closely behind it. I watched as the car pulled into the driveway of the house right of mine while the moving van pulled up to the side next to the curb.

The passenger door of the white vehicle almost immediately popped open. A pair of feet wearing black shoes jumped out and pattered their way over to the front lawn. And that's when I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Her hair was a combination of dark brown and red, it was also a combination of being wavy but almost straight which made it appear fluffy and not completely flat. Her eyes were hidden from the glare of the sunlight on her circular plastic framed glasses. Her skin was a healthy coloring, not pale like I was, but the color of someone who got to feel the sun on her skin a fair amount. She wore a black and yellow Fall Out Boy shirt tucked into dark blue jeans with a black and yellow flannel over her shoulders.

Even as a twelve year old with limited life experience, I knew she was the prettiest person I had ever seen.

Her mother stepped out of the driver's side of the white car and her father emerged from the front part of the moving van. It was apparent that she was an only child. Her mother had light brunette hair and her father had dark hair which explained her dark hair. Both of her parents were dressed almost a little too nice to have just been traveling for however long to make it to Whitechapel. They looked like important people and overall they seemed to be a happy family.

I watched as her parents talked to her for a moment before beginning to open the moving van and move items out. She looked as if she was about to sprint off and start helping, but she stopped and her head turned so that she was now looking at me.

While my heart froze itself, the widest smile came across her face before she bounded over to me.

Now that she was closer to me, I could see all the details of her face. I could see she had millions of dark freckles across her nose and her cheeks. I noticed that her eyes were actually two different colors. Her right one was blue-green and the other one was hazel. Her nose was cute and small, her lips were the perfect shape for her and they were a shade of dark pink. From far away she was pretty, but up close she was so much more than just pretty.

"Hey there, I'm Adison," the dark-haired girl purred, holding out her hand for me to shake. It took me a second of squeezing my hand into a fist for me to remember that I had limbs or even a body at all.

"Hi Adison, I'm Ethan," I replied, shaking her hand.

"Ethan, what a nice name, how old are you?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"Twelve, I'm about to start eighth grade, what about you?" I asked in response.

"Thirteen, I'm in the eighth grade too," she answered with a smile.

"Where did you move here from?" I wondered.

"Portland, Oregon," she told me and I had a general idea as to how the map of North America worked, and I knew that the state of Oregon was quite a ways from Ontario.

"Wow, that's a long ways from here, why have you decided to move here?" I quizzed, arching my eyebrow, because honestly I couldn't understand why anyone would come to Whitechapel.

"My mom and dad are psychologists, they decided they wanted to see work elsewhere, so, here we are." Adison explained.

"Oh, well, that's interesting, are you sad that you had to move?" I prodded, probably more than I should have for someone who I just met, but I wasn't really thinking as I was talking to Adison for the first time. All of these words and the conversation were moving so fluidly, it was the first time this had happened with anyone other than my very best friend Benny Weir.

"I miss my friends, but I'm really excited to be somewhere new. It's been a while since I've lived outside of America," she chirped.

"You mean you've lived outside of North America before? Where else have you lived?" I continued.

"Well, I was born in Japan and lived there until I was about three, we then moved to England until I was ten. Then we moved to Oregon, and we have been there ever since now." Adison chatted.

I felt my jaw drop slightly because I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to live outside of Whitechapel, let alone even Canada.

"That's so cool! Can you speak Japanese? Or can you speak any other different languages?" I gawked.

She chuckled, "I can speak a little bit of Japanese, and I know French about as well as I know English."

"Wow! Can you introduce yourself in either language?" I was absolutely fascinated with this girl. Adison was the coolest person I had ever met. She was thirteen and she knew three different languages, she had lived outside of North America, she looked too cool to be someone who would talk to me. I wanted to be her friend forever.

She uttered a word that I had never heard before, but she closed her mouth and her gaze directed it to behind me. I suddenly realized there was a looming presence and I looked up to see it was just my own mother.

I watched from behind Adison as her mother stopped in her tracks on the lawn and seeing that my mom was now with us, she made her way over as well.

"Hey Ethan, who's your new friend?" my mother questioned putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Hello ma'am, I'm Adison Montgomery, I just moved in next door today with my mum and dad," the dark-haired girl introduced herself.

"And I'm Jessica Montgomery, her mother," the brunette-haired woman grinned and held out her hand for my mom to shake.

"Hi, I'm Samantha Morgan, I'm Ethan's mom, and it's nice to meet you. You have a very pretty daughter." my mother complimented.

"Oh thank you, you have a very handsome boy," Mrs. Montgomery complimented in return, which made my cheeks heat up.

"So, where are you guys moving from?" mom wondered.

My mom and Mrs. Montgomery began to get to talking. And before I knew it my dad also came outside to join in the talking. We soon began helping the Montgomery's move into their home, and Adison began teaching me a little bit of French. By the end of the evening, we were all very good friends.

Time passed and those bonds only grew stronger. The Morgan's had made very best friends with the Montgomery's and it was one of the best things to have ever happened.

I watched Adison grow up.

Her hair color changed a couple of times, but her sense of grunge style never changed and she generally looked the same, just as beautiful as the day I met her.

And she has just turned into just a force of nature. She was the entire universe.

She was as gentle as an early morning rain shower. She raged with so much energy and passion like a fire ripping through a forest, making everything bow to it. She was strong and fierce like waves that lapped onto shores.

She was a supernova, explosive with determination and bravery. She was a galaxy, she held so much within her. She was a constellation, so recognizable and distinct.

Adison was almost more than just a human being and I love her.

But she wasn't perfect because of course no one can ever be perfect.

Her fire of passion and energy could sometimes be destructive and too much, she was incredibly protective of me and Benny. Her strong will and fierceness like the waves of an ocean could sometimes drown her in her own ambitions and her own need to do everything herself, her need to be in control. Her explosion of bravery got her into trouble when it came to the supernatural forces that we fought.

But nonetheless, I knew her heart was always in the right place, her heart was drenched in gold and I knew she just wanted the best for her, Benny, and me. And I love her.

I've watched her grow up and I never once stopped loving her.

Over the years we have made beautiful memories and had some interesting adventures.

She met Benny not much longer after she met me, because she had already developed a habit of showing up outside my window and one night when she tried to visit me, and Benny was in the middle of playing an intense horror game, her silhouette had frightened him so much he fell off of my bed.

Benny was not so sure about Adison at first, he thought she was absolutely crazy and too adventurous for his liking. But soon enough he realized that she was just fun-loving and energetic, and of course, Benny being an energetic person as well loved that someone could finally match up to his vibe. And soon enough I realized that I had a lot of energy and crazy ideas to keep a hold of, I knew it was going to be a challenge, but I love Benny and Adison so of course I would never give up on them. No matter how tired I got of their antics.

With both Benny and Adison by my side, starting high school was a lot less scary.

That was until the babysitter my mom hired turned out to be a vampire and suddenly we gained superpowers that seemingly never existed beforehand.

I was the Seer; I could see visions from the past and the future through touching people and objects.
Benny was the Spellmaster; he could do spells and make potions like a Hogwarts wizard without a wand.
Adison was the Clairvoyant; she was able to gain knowledge about everything from an extrasensory perception, she also held the power of empathy. She was able to immediately tell what everyone in the room was feeling.

We began to have supernatural adventures together, defeating evil alongside vampires.

Our adventures were almost cut short when Adison's parents decided they wanted to move into the city of Toronto for better opportunities, but luckily with the deep trust my parents and her parents shared, she moved in and continues to live with me and my family.

Perhaps you're wondering at this point if this ever leads to a relationship, Adison and I, and I can assure you it does. But the time period, in which this story takes place, the relationship hasn't happened quite yet.

And now, you're wondering what this story is exactly? I've been listening to this prick ramble on about this one girl for what feels like forever, what does this lead too? Other than what could be a boring, pretentious love story.

I promise you, this is not all about love. In fact, it's about much more than that. But I'll let you know why Adison is particularly important:

Her and Benny were both the potential other parent of my baby.

Yeah, it's one of those stories.
Still interested? Or are you disgusted? I hope you're still interested, because let me tell you this is one heck of a story.

I won't tell you which one is the other parent of my child, because obviously I'm telling you this story in the past tense and therefore I already know the ending. But I won't tell you, because that would ruin one of the biggest parts of the story.

You know,
perhaps I should just begin telling it…