Memry

I remember when you first came to town. You were so weird and pretty dang violent. Which drew us together, I suppose. I was lonely and hardly spoke to anyone at all. But I talked to you, we threw threats and soft punches at each other. I always wished you didn't hit so hard…But I guess it didn't bother me too much.

We were even in scouts together, oh the mayhem we caused. I can still remember Zita running in circles around the fire singing all the president's names in order. I can't believe they made us stay in a cabin full of scorpions, our leader always made us do bullshit things. We never even learned anything useful, which I guess was good for us, because we would have used those things against each other.

Then we grew up and became less violent, sure we still wrestled on the lawn of the Hi Skool once in a while, but not often. Things were getting harder for both of us, so mostly we complained together, about everything. We'd become peaceful…sedated, almost. You'd always rant on and on about the Tallest, how you hated and loved them at the same time. I never told you about my dad…all the things I should've told you, should've shown you. Too late now.

Why did I feel this way suddenly, I'd never felt this way about anyone else. Suddenly, I couldn't breath anymore. And when I saw you, all I wanted to do was be closer. I always tried to casually slip in serious subjects in our conversations, but it never worked. Nothing in the Universe could get you to be serious about something. Despite your foolishness…that weird feeling I got when I was around you never went away. When I was with you…the rest of the world, all the people who called me names, said bad things, and did bad things…they just didn't matter anymore.

Slowly…I began to realize what all those things meant. I realized why we could talk so easily and not care who saw us where. But I would never tell you. Sure, I wanted to, but you just weren't the type. You were so alien, and our kinds couldn't mix. Even if they could, you never understood a thing about love or relationships…not even friendship. So if I told you…you probably would have ignored me, or hit me. Either way was bad.

So, I tried my best to ignore it, which earned a lot of hurt. I just buried my feelings and kept you from destroying the world. I secretly enjoyed it, and I let myself enjoy it. I caused more arguments, more fights, more talking…because I simply enjoyed being the only one you argued with. Some of those fights had been real, but I enjoyed those, too.

This had to end someday…and it did. Hi Skool ended. You decided to stay in town and I left for college. After all those mundane years, I wasn't worried about you causing havoc. I was more worried about havoc finding you…but you're strong…you could fend for yourself. But none of that worry would go away. When I thought of you…I still had that feeling. As I unpacked and thought over the past, I realized something: I'd just left behind the only real friend I'd ever had.

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A/N

Poor Dibbeh. College sucks, but it's also a time of new beginnings. :) so it's not too bad. Wrote something in Dib's point of view for once, yay! This took me, like, two days, longer than any other one-shot, so I hope you enjoyed it!

Oh, and the name, Memry, I spelt it that way on purpose...dunno why tho

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