It was a Saturday; March 18th, 2005 to be exact. Families gathered in a stadium to cheer on their school's team for Nationals; a young boy around the age of 9 smiled as he cheered for his, soon to be, school's soccer team, The Spades. His father smiled as he sat next to him, camera in hand as he snapped pictures of his son. The boy had thick black hair and eyes shining bright like sapphires in the sun's rays; he also had a smile that could kill, not to mention that his buckteeth made it even more affective. He was like an angel; he was an angel. And his name is John Egbert.

Coming down the lane were what seemed like father and son. They both wore pointed shades, had light blond hair (seeming almost white), and had a particular aura around them as they passed multiple families. Both of them sat next to the Egbert pair silently, the younger of the two watching the game as the other glanced at his phone. Another payment, nothing new.

"PASS IT TO RILEY!" shouted John as he frantically stood up and watched.

"That'd be a bad move." commented the younger blond.

John turned around and spotted the other; he was around John's age, but he seemed so...Cool, like one of those older kids he's seen around his school sometimes. The blond walked over to where John was and pointed to the player with the ball, then at a player on the opposing team.

"If they pass it to that dude, he'd totally go in for a steal." he told him, "So the best play is to turn and pass it to that dude, making so the attention is at him. And if they play it right he can pass it to number 6 who then can either play it safe and move it onto number 12 or take the chance and go for a goal."

Blue eyes stared at the other with awe as he took in what he said. He -is- cool! The way he said that game tactic so smoothly and on the spot is nothing he could ever do. The blond scanned the field and the players as he hatched up another tactic as the formation changed.

"That was so cool." said John.

"That? It's just some picking out and interpretation." said he.

"Going against your own school team?" quirked the older blond as he leaned against the railing.

"It's ironic is it not?"

"Got me there little bro."

The other one was just as cool as the boy he was just speaking too. It must run in the family doesn't it? Just imagine how cool their dad must be, speaking of dads...

"Looks like you've made a friend John."

A cool dude like him friends with John? He can only wish. The young boy smiled and laughed softly as he turned to face his dad. Mr. Egbert had mildly tame black hair under his white fedora, shining blue eyes just as John, a black tie over his white collar shirt, a pair of white pants with black shoes on his lower torso, but a pipe was missing from his lips.

"Yeah, best bros." said the older blond pushing the two kids together, "Look at them, already inseparable."

"Bro-"

"See, he's asking if he can sleepover~"

"BRO!-"

"Yes Dave?"

So that was his name, Dave. It suited him well. John's dad smiled and set a hand on his son's shoulder, he looked up and blinked a few times, he knew this action. And he couldn't be more happier.

"Well my Johnathan will be happy to befriend your David." he said looking into Bro's shades.

"Cool." said he looking down at the two, "What do you say?"

"Sure." shrugged Dave looking over at John.

His killer smile crawled on his face as he nodded eagerly and excitedly. This has to be the greatest day of his life!

**TIMESKIP ~1 year **

"John! You have a package!"

He blinked and looked down the stairs. A package? From who? And on a day such as today. John walked down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen where his father usually is. It better not be an excuse to give him a cake, as much as he appreciates it.

"A package?" he said as he went in.

"Looks like it's from David. It came on time too." he said handing him a red box.

"From Dave?" he questioned as he held it in his arms, a cupcake was set upon it, "Dad!"

He chuckles and turns to get the cake batter ready. John rolled his eyes and went back upstairs with the gift and cupcake in hand; his dad spoiled him with sweets way too much, but never mind that he got a gift from Dave, and on his birthday!

"I wonder what he got me." he said as he set both items on his bed.

Opening the box, he pulled out a stuffed rabbit, it was not in the best condition and made him question as to why. He started at it for a minute before it processed through. IT'S THE STUFFED RABBIT FROM CON AIR! John grinned and squirmed as he had a moment. Laughing softly, he looked back at the box and saw something else. At the bottom lay a letter written in red ink, Dave gave him a letter too. Picking it up, he read it.

so hey

since its your bday i had to get you back for the sick memorabilia you got me so i got you this godawful thing and now i just know youre standing there flipping your shit over it so youre welcome.

its the actual gross bunny in the movie so that means nick cage actually grubbed it up with his clownish no talent fingers. i would suggest you put it somewhere and display it ironically but i know youre dead serious about this ridiculous shit so youll probably sleep with the damn thing and nibble its ear and stuff.

but the weird thing is thats whats cool about you. youre this naive guy like pinocchio tumbled ass backwards off the turnip truck and started liking ghostbusters. then the fairy godmother kissed your nose or some shit and you turned out to be not made of wood and also pretty cool to talk to. one day your gooberish ways are gonna land you in a jam and i know im going to have to get you off the hook but its cool i got your back bro.

then we'll meet and hug bump and get each others filthy wife beaters that much filthier so yeah

peace dawg

tg

He smiled and snickered; Dave signed with his Chumhandle abbreviation. Is that suppose to be ironic? Irony, he found out, is like his game other than his sick beats. It matched his cool kid demeanor though, which was pretty cool. Was that ironic as well?

John sat on his bed and stared at the gift, how Dave ever got this, he'd have to ask him when he had the chance, but in the meanwhile this is surely the best gift ever.

Looks like this long distance friendship is going to workout well.