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"It started when he moved here in the fifth grade. We were in the same grade that year, same class. When I met him I thought I had finally found someone who understood me that wasn't my mother or Mikey." He shot Mikey an apologetic look. Mikey looked away from him.

"We became fast friends. It was honestly the best year of my life. I didn't have many friends. We hung out a lot. Me, Mikey, and him used to spend all our free time in the basement, reading comic books and saving the world from a zombie apocalypse." Frankie chuckled. Gerard shot him a look of anger but it softened.

"Well, along the lines of doing everything together we had the same kind of likes and dislikes. My mother called him my twin. It was true. We were indeed like twins." He looked down and his voice choked up on were.

"Then, the year Mikey joined us in the sixth grade we became even closer, if that's possible. Then the next year, he got held back. I was sad I didn't have any classes with him, but we still talked all the time. It was like we were a couple." He gave a hollow chuckle and looked down. Ray patted him on the back and left. He couldn't take any more of this story.

"In eight grade I met this girl. Her name was Katie. She was new. It was love at first sight. We were good friends too. But she always said she liked someone else. So, I never really asked her out. If only I knew who she liked before it was too late." Bob left then. I wondered how bad the story could get.

"When I entered high school I didn't see much of Bert anymore. It didn't bother me because I had Mikey and Katie still. We had a good time, and soon I forgot about Bert. But then when he entered high school it was back to being friends, but not as close as we were. Again it didn't bother me. Then we got in a huge fight the next year." He sobbed a bit. My heart reached out for him, but I couldn't make my body move. Frank hugged him then left too. I guess this story gets a lot worse.

"Bert was jealous that I didn't hang out with him much anymore. I couldn't really tell that in his first year of high school, so I didn't linger on that thought. It became very apparent in the next year. He did drugs and drank alcohol after school. I tried to talk to him about it but he would blow me off all the time. I spent more of my time grieving over my lost friend then worrying about my current friends. Then one day I finally found out who Katie liked. It was Bert. I was shocked, but I left it at that. She was very stubborn."

I almost gasped when he said was. I knew where this story was going. Mikey looked ill. I understood why. That was his friend too. He didn't say anything to Gerard, but gave me a look of warning. I scooted closer to Gerard. I could tell that he would need some support to get through this.

"There was an end of the year party that all the popular kids got invited to. Since Katie ran in two loops she got invited. I was there when she was getting ready. Me and Mikey were there. She was so excited, treating us like girlfriends. I had a guess of why. Bert was kind of popular so I would assume he was going to be there. When she left she gave us each a hug. I held her tight and told her to be safe and don't drive drunk or do any drugs. She told me she wouldn't. I believed her." His voice started to get softer and raspier, like he was holding in tears. He turned his face towards mine and I could see that he was actually holding in tears.

"Instead of waiting around at our house I hung at my grandmother's house while Mikey went home. I was enjoying the time I was spending with her. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but I was hoping it was Katie calling from the house phone of the party. It wasn't her. It was the hospital. They told me to get down there as quick as I could. I left my grandmother in a hurry and called Mikey to tell my mother were I was going. When I got there I was sent to a doctor. He told me…he told me…that Katie…had been in a crash." He heaved out the words and let out a sob. I wrapped my arms around him and he collapsed into me. I stroked his hair.

"He said that…she didn't make it…but that the driver did. I asked him who the driver was…he said it was Bert." He sobbed louder this time. "He asked me if I wanted to go see that bastard. I told him yes. I don't know what possessed me to say yes. I just did. When he took me into the room Bert was sitting in a bed. He looked pretty beat up, but he was alive. And Katie wasn't. He looked up and looked surprised to see me there. He asked me what I was doing there. I just stormed out. I saw him again at her funeral. He sat a couple rows back. I was the last one there after it ended. He came up to me. He said not to blame myself for it. I exploded at him. I told him that it was his fault that Katie died. And then I ran leaving him there. I can never see him again, I can never go back to her grave again, I can never be normal again." He sat up, his tears mixing with the rain that was coming through the slots of the play set. I hadn't even noticed that it started to rain.

"He told me to not blame myself. I should have told him the truth. That I wasn't mad at myself, I was mad at him. I think he gets it now though. He gave another hollow laugh. "And you know what. I probably should be mad at myself. I let her go. I let her go to be with him. It's my fault! It's my fault!" He pounded his fists against the ground. I took them and held them. They bled.

"Gerard, it's not your fault. I don't think it is." I hugged him and both of our tears mixed with rain, leaving burning trails of regret and anger painted on our faces.

I'm back! (I was going for a poltergiest type of feeling)

Dont be mad at me, I've had some of the best (and worst) times since I've last posted. I recently have made the best descion of my life. I have changed the people I hang out with. Now, from having one close friend, I have five totally awesome best friends. We are so retarded together. Some of the jokes that I will use will come from the times I've spent with my friends.

So....as seeing that I'm due for some fun, I will leave that at that. If you are reading my other stories, I will post soon (hopefully). If you dont read them, then you should and I will be posting soon. :)