You're my Best Friend

Boz1310

Warning: Once again, I do not own these characters. All rightfully and respectfully belong to Jim Henson

Author's note: Really quick message. This is going to be my contribution to the Civil Rights movement. I am lucky to be living in Canada where diversity is thought of as a good thing and where people are respected for being themselves, regardless of race, sex, creed, or sexual orientation. I hope that someday people from all around the world will have this type of equality as well. Respect is not a privilege but a right.

This is non slash but I guess you could see it as whatever you want to see it as. I grew up watching Sesame Street, and the friendship between Bert and Ernie has always touched me deeply. I hope that everyone has or will have a friendship as special as theirs.

The title is based off the song by Queen. Listen to it if you have not already….

Dedicated to Jim Henson. You are truly an amazing and inspirational figure!

Bert was feeling rather… blue. He was attending the National Pigeon and Paperclips association, discussing the importance of non-staple usage, when he couldn't help but think of how Ernie would probably be playing his drums or scheming up another one of his pranks. The trip was only 2 days long, but already it felt like forever.

Returning his hotel room, he fixed up a bowl of oatmeal for himself and some birdseed for Bernice.

"I miss Ernie, don't you?" he asked the pigeon who cooed softly in agreement. It was obvious she understood and felt the same way.

Sure, he knew they had their differences, but Bert was sure that the friendship he had with Ernie was a type of friendship that could never be duplicated.

Bert loved neatness and order. Ernie loved the exact opposite. Bert loved pigeons and oatmeal and bottle caps and the number 6 and Ernie loved rubber ducks, jokes and bubble gum. But at the end of the day, he knew that it was their differences that held their friendship together. It made it stronger than anything else in the world.

"I wonder what he's doing right now?" he thought. "Well, at least I'll be able to sleep soundly tonight."

Countless times, he would make his way to the kitchen to get a sane amount of sleep. It was either Ernie's talking that kept him up or that one time where sheep got in their room somehow or that other time when Ernie would not stop playing his drums. But did he really mind that? Not really- although the drums were a little too much.

Finishing his oatmeal, he realized something. He liked socks, and oatmeal and computers and boring stories- but what he liked over all those things- was Ernie.

BOZ1310

April 29, 2013

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