Memories of You
Chapter Two – Eleven Years Old
Dib was standing in line for lunch when a couple kids jumped him and forced the money from him. He took a good beating too, and had trouble getting up. "Let me help you," a girl's voice came from nowhere and he looked up. There was a girl with dark red hair and glasses standing before him. He'd seen her before, but never really paid any attention to her.
"I understand what it's like. I'm made fun of too. But that's horrible! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but I don't have any money to get a lunch."
"Here. You can have my lunch money. I'm not hungry anyways."
"Really? Thanks. You're real nice."
"Thank you. What's your name again?"
"Dib. And you...?"
"Nat. Nice to meet you, Dib." They sat together at lunch, and Dib was glad not to be alone for once. He'd sit with Gaz if the fourth and fifth graders got to eat at the same time. The two talked of how kids had made fun of them over the years and what they felt. Near the end of lunch, Nat asked what seemed a simple question, though to Dib it wasn't quite so easy to swallow.
"How are things with your mom, Dib?" A dreary silence hung over the cafeteria. "Dib? What's wrong?"
"I was really close to Mom."
"Oh my God, Dib, did she...?"
"Yes. She died. I was about two or three."
"I'm so sorry...."
"It's okay, Nat. I'm okay."
"Yes, but I hate it when a friend of mine is sad."
"Wait – you consider me your friend?"
"Yes."
"Wow. You don't know how much that means to me."
"I like you a lot, Dib. I like you as even more than a friend. I love you."
"You...what?"
"I love you."
"I...love you too." Nat looked at Dib affectionately, and they kissed. "I can't believe this. No one's ever liked me. They always think I'm weird because I study the paranormal."
"You...study the paranormal?"
"Yes."
"You're a skeptic, right?"
"No."
"Don't ever get near me again!" Nat slapped his face and stormed off. Some tears fell and clouded up Dib's glasses. He let his face fall to his hands and cried.
Chapter Two – Eleven Years Old
Dib was standing in line for lunch when a couple kids jumped him and forced the money from him. He took a good beating too, and had trouble getting up. "Let me help you," a girl's voice came from nowhere and he looked up. There was a girl with dark red hair and glasses standing before him. He'd seen her before, but never really paid any attention to her.
"I understand what it's like. I'm made fun of too. But that's horrible! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but I don't have any money to get a lunch."
"Here. You can have my lunch money. I'm not hungry anyways."
"Really? Thanks. You're real nice."
"Thank you. What's your name again?"
"Dib. And you...?"
"Nat. Nice to meet you, Dib." They sat together at lunch, and Dib was glad not to be alone for once. He'd sit with Gaz if the fourth and fifth graders got to eat at the same time. The two talked of how kids had made fun of them over the years and what they felt. Near the end of lunch, Nat asked what seemed a simple question, though to Dib it wasn't quite so easy to swallow.
"How are things with your mom, Dib?" A dreary silence hung over the cafeteria. "Dib? What's wrong?"
"I was really close to Mom."
"Oh my God, Dib, did she...?"
"Yes. She died. I was about two or three."
"I'm so sorry...."
"It's okay, Nat. I'm okay."
"Yes, but I hate it when a friend of mine is sad."
"Wait – you consider me your friend?"
"Yes."
"Wow. You don't know how much that means to me."
"I like you a lot, Dib. I like you as even more than a friend. I love you."
"You...what?"
"I love you."
"I...love you too." Nat looked at Dib affectionately, and they kissed. "I can't believe this. No one's ever liked me. They always think I'm weird because I study the paranormal."
"You...study the paranormal?"
"Yes."
"You're a skeptic, right?"
"No."
"Don't ever get near me again!" Nat slapped his face and stormed off. Some tears fell and clouded up Dib's glasses. He let his face fall to his hands and cried.