Imagines and One-Shots

Elementary Memories (Ian Keaggy)

"Come on! I have something to show you!" your best friend, Ian, exclaimed as he pulled you out of your house one Saturday afternoon.

"Ian, you're pulling me with you. I really don't think I have a choice," you giggled.

"But we have to go now so we can spend our best friend anniversary together!" he yelled happily.

Flashback

You and Ian had been best friends since kindergarten when he noticed you were sitting alone recess. You had never had any friends; Your only friend was your next door neighbor, but she was in middle school. You two never talked much anymore anyway. She always had her friends from school over and you never really hung out as often. So you were alone.

You were the typical loner kid – you didn't really like interacting with people because the other kids were usually mean to you, but it would make you feel better if someone at least tried to be your friend. No one liked you and you knew that. If it wasn't the stares or the whispering when you walked by, people would trip you and call you names, and to a 6-year-old, it hurt a lot.

You were sitting up against a tree, moving dirt around with a stick you found laying beside you. You felt someone walk up to you and stand in front of you, but you knew better than to look up. Something bad always happened when you did.

"Hi," you heard the kid, a boy, say. When you didn't say anything, he sat down on the ground beside you and continued, "Why are you sitting alone?" You simply shrugged as an answer to his question, so he asked, "Well, why aren't you playing with anybody?"

You shrugged again, but spoke softly, looking back down at the dirt, "No one likes me. What's the point?" You looked over at him and recognized him as the kid who sits next to you in class, Ian Keaggy.

"I like you," Ian said.

You continued to look at him, only now, you were slightly shocked, "You do?"

"Yeah," he smiled, "You're different and different is good."

"No, it's not," you mumbled, "Everyone laughs at me all the time."

"I don't. I think you're pretty cool."

You gave him another look before you heard the bell ring, signalling recess was over. Ian stood up and held his hand out to you. You stared at his hand for a moment before slowly reaching up and putting your hand in his. He pulled you up, but didn't let go of your hand as you two walked back inside the school.

End flashback

That was 16 years ago, and you still catch yourself smiling at the the memory of how you and Ian became friends from time to time.

"Why are you smiling?" Ian chuckled at you as he got onto his motorcycle.

"Just thinking about how we met," you giggled, climbing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he smiled.

"I don't like surprises, Ian," you pouted.

"I know, but you'll love this one. Trust me." He started the engine and pulled out of your driveway. You were never really a motorcycle kind of person, but something about being with Ian always made you feel safe.

You couldn't figure out why, and you don't even know when, but at some point after middle school, you started developing a crush on your best friend. Of course, you never told him. You were afraid of ruining your friendship. He was the only friend you had aside from the friends Ian was in a band with, but you figured they only liked you because you were Ian's best friend. You still had your days when you felt like not even Ian really wanted to be your friend anymore. You had yourself convinced that he was only keeping you around because he felt bad for you, and although you were all smiles when you were with him, that thought always stayed in your mind.