Author's Note:This story honestly has nothing to do with Pokemon except for the name Brock. I hope you all enjoy it though. :) ~Autumn

Chapter 1
We were best friends. We have been since we were three. He lived around the block and I went to his house at least once a week. Our parents were great friends and allowed me to go to his house a lot. When we got to second grade, we both moved. I stayed at my elementary school, however, he went to the elementary school closer to his new home. I was heartbroken as I lost my best friend. We stopped talking to each other when we moved as we were young and had no other means of contacting each other. As the years went by, we forgot each other. We went to different middle schools and I haven't seen him in nearly 7 years.
He smiled at me. As I walked into my second to last class for the day, I saw him and waved to him.
"Hi Brock!" I said.
And he'd smiled at me, like a stranger. I could barely recognize him. He wasn't the cute little boy I used to know. He was taller. Much taller. And he had pierced his ears. It was different because I just sat there with my friend and he didn't come over to say hi or even notice that his best friend was in the room with him.
Two weeks after school started, we'd finally started dressing in P.E., the only class I have with him. I said hi to him as we were standing in a circle with him, my friends, and a couple of his friends. I asked him if he remembered who I was. He said no. The next day, he asked me if I was the girl who lived around the corner, and I had excitedly exclaimed "Yes!" We went up to the field and did a bunch of silly exercises that included hopping and skipping. "Your other left, Autumn!" He jokingly yelled at me when I hopped on my right foot instead of my left like we were supposed to. When it was his turn, he finished sprinting and ran at me at full speed. At the very last minute, he jumped over me. We had a blast in P.E. that day. The next day was the same, with him hi-fiving me after each set of exercises. Ending the period with him picking me up an throwing me over his shoulder and running around. After school, we started talking more and more on Facebook, resulting in us playing truth or dare, neither one brave enough to pick dare. It led to a weekend full of fun truth or dares, eventually leading into a 3 hour debate for who would tell the other who we liked first. Towards the end, he gave up and told me he had a crush on me. I told him I liked him too, and we talked the rest of the day, discussing what we liked about the other. At school the next day, my friends told us continuously that we "looked cute together" or we should "go out". He told me we should take it slow and see how everything goes first, then maybe we could start going out. I wasn't really ready to jump into a relationship, so I was fine with it. The next few weeks were filled with awesomeness, including us meeting each other during break or lunch, and him teaching me how to do the baby freeze. He would give me piggyback rides during P.E. and hugs whenever we saw each other.
One Friday, he told me he was going out with Melanie, the girl he walked home every day. I'd realized it already when he started kissing her cheek and holding her hand when we hung out at lunch. He had stopped giving me hugs outside of P.E. and told me he was going out with her because he didn't want to ruin our best friend relationship. I was slightly depressed after he told me, but I let it go and just started talking to Melanie more since he rarely ever found me at break or lunch anymore.
A week later, I tripped going up the hill to the football stadium while talking to him, and I fell onto the curb and got a nasty bruise, so he carried me across campus to the health office. I got some ice and he kept on tellin me to be careful and he helped me clean up my scratches. After school, we were talking on Facebook and he told me to promise to be more careful because he loves me like a sister and wouldn't want me to get hurt. A little part of me died as I read it.