Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Based off of "Tag" in my "Words of Theirs Lives" story.
He used to be my best friend. I know, shocking. Noah Puckerman, my best friend. But, he really was. We were inseparable until we hit middle school. And then he became a jock and only cared about chicks and I was deemed the "fag."
I miss the days when we would run around at recess and just have fun. We would play tag and he would try to teach me sports, I was only ever good at soccer.
I was there for him when his father walked out. He was there for me when my mother died. I've seen him cry, and that is something I'm sure not many have seen.
But, now it's like we were never friends. Like elementary school never happened.
Now, when he does acknowledge me, it's a name or a shove. It's better than the dumpster dives he used to give me, at least those have stopped.
Whenever I see him laughing I wish we could just go back to being friends, because even though he is the biggest ass now, he used to be the best friend I could have asked for. I miss those days. Don't get me wrong, Mercedes is a great friend, but I miss having a guy friend.
However wishing doesn't work. It didn't bring back my mother. It doesn't stop the bullying. And it won't make us friends again.
But, I can still look at my old photos and think about the days when all we wanted to do was have fun and the biggest problem was a broken crayon.
Short little angsty one shot. (possibly two-shot if I decide to write one from Puck's POV...)
