Sorry about lack of posting, feeling a bit depressed lately, some problems at school and home… I'm a bit of a nerd and I had to do a dance presentation, end result: me crying in the bathroom on, and falling on my but in the middle of the presentation. I have no friends at and I try not to speak at school unless it's to my teachers. So, in short, I had a bad week. And, having no one to talk to about it other than my parents I thought I would ramble a bit on fanfiction.. Sorry about the long Authors note, there really was no point to it...

This isn't my favorite chapter so don't place to much weight on it.

Who would we be without eachother?

It all started when I took out the neatly folded papers to look through them once again. Ever since Buffy's first date in 9th grade I decided it would be smart to create a folder for the unruly boy, lucky as he was to get a date with Buffy he's just as unlucky because with Buffy you get me. That's just the way it works, and from the second I met the man who she was going to a movie with I hated him. A poncy lad who deserves a good whippin', Not deserving of a clearheaded, angel like Elizabeth.

After that when she found him making out with another girl I had to handle her, not that I minded but it rips my heart to shreds when this girl who is so clearly perfect gets her heart broken by a lowlife like Robert, or whatever his name was, because really I was focusing more of his fidgety hands and where they could go during the movie.

I believe the next was LIAM, can never hear that name with a straight face ever again, but when he approached Elizabeth and started to put his moves on her I devolved into pure fury. Wading into my subconscious I tried not to intervene with his obvious woo, I trusted Elizabeth to make the right choices and right now I was relying on her fully.

It was something like pure joy when she turned and dumped her slushy on his unnaturally strait hair. I swear I could see steam coming out of his ears, his focus was on Elizabeth but his anger was clearly driven to me, thinking that somehow I communicated with her by mind, which in all of our shared years had become possible at moments. Not 'I'll meet you at the bridge at 12:00' mind tricks but more like we can feel emotion change in the other.

He continued to talk to her and try to woo her, not pebbles on windows like I might try if I was pushed to the limit. But on one occasion which I can't talk about he tried to…..Force her decision. Fortunately because of her practice with me in first grade she knew exactly what to do, and when she ran Liam was left in the dust, clutching his jewels and writhing in pain. She arrived at the house in tears, almost falling apart by the door, but as she wrapped her small hands around me I could feel her body relax.

"Somebody was home, the fact that it was you just made it so much better" She confides in me years later. Now, as much as I love that she felt safe with me, I didn't feel safe knowing somebody hurt her and I wasn't there. Just like I wasn't there for her mother, I'm always much too late.

I never want to feel like that, I never want to feel missed and as long as Liam walked outside this house I don't know how I will ever get over the feeling. Now, I had a plan, to call the cops and get him arrested. But, I'm not known as patient, or to have the slightest ability to restrain myself, my feelings were always quite strong and at that second. Scaring Elizabeth and me just a bit I could imagine hurting Liam. I could feel his face crack under my fist, his knee break under my foot, his throat slide open with my knife. As scary as a boys mind might be I could always tell I was special, and I can tell you that if Elizabeth wasn't clutching onto my shirt with all if the strength she could muster in her small frame, I would have killed him.

I don't make a habit of lying and I'm not being dramatic, if she hadn't held me fast I would have stormed out of that house and enjoyed every second of brutally murdering Liam. Fortunately she was there and she wrapped her fingers in my hair and told me with every molecule in her body that 'It was a mistake' and jokingly 'I only have room for one crazy' she ruffled my hair 'man in my heart.' She might not have known then but those words held me fast. They may not have been the words I had been dreaming of but they were pretty F-ing close.

Tempted by my thoughts I shifted forward just a bit, only grazing her lips. Something I had imagined so many times, her fingers tightened and it was her that fully pressed her lips to mine. It was not what I had dreamed of.. It was different, her lips tasted like the salt of her shed tears and even though the world was spinning I couldn't really process what was happening. It was only when the Sirens were heard from the door that we broke apart, looking at each other we came to a simultaneous conclusion, neither of us believed that that kiss was real, looking at the door we prepared ourselves for the tangled mess waiting to enter.

As the medics entered to check Elizabeth out a policeman entered the house. This house, people joked, was haunted with her mother's ghost. Most people would move away from a house that was dusted with death, and If you didn't you were expected to not be letting go of the departed but my mother, who has since become almost comatose in her shred of life, Elizabeth and I had come to the conclusion that her mother deserved to be remembered. None of us have stepped into the living room since her mother's death and we all handled the grief in huge proportions, rarely sharing, but the hurt was finishing and the healing process was beginning.

The policeman shriveled his nose as he walked in the door, overwhelmed by the heavy fog of tears, the smell of blood that just seemed to climb on the walls and the forever rain of painful memories. This house might be haunted to everyone on the outside, but to everyone on the inside it is home, no matter the state.

Across the house I could see Elizabeth, overcome by all the attention she seemed to be leaning away from the medic trying to calm her down. It was like seeing a deer in the woods, not sure of the danger the humans pose, unsure of their intentions the deer wavers, trusting that the humans will care enough not to shoot its pure body to smithereens.

I sit on my bed almost a year later, looking back on the day. We brushed off the kiss like it was nothing and continued our odd relationship, being everything we could to the other, a friend, a parent, a caring figure and in a time of panic a 'shopping buddy' only later did I realize that it meant actually going into the stores.

I think that in 9th grade she realized that she could trust me with her heart, and I had already offered my heart to her. June 24th was the turning point, where that trust evolved to the point of love, when we truly formed a never-ending bond.

One that was unbreakable.

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