>>85384015Daaaaaaamn, son.
I JUST got back from hanging out with this kid I knew from Elementary school. He had been out of state for several years, and had just come back to see his parents.
He called me, out of all people, to hang out with him and shoot the shit, but I have no idea why. We've literally NEVER seen each other or kept in touch since 15 years ago, and when I DID know him, I used to fuck with him so badly.
He was the "weird" kid in our school, which meant I'd beat the shit out of him with me and my friends and stuff. I felt bad about it when I was older, of course, but from 3rd grade to 6th grade, we would literally punch and kick this kid until he'd bleed from nose and lips.
He'd do the whole "give a really long, gay speech about how he was good and we were evil, and how good always triumphs over evil and yadda yadda yadda yadda", but right afterword, we'd knock him back down and almost literally kick the shit out of him (He'd sometimes soil himself, and we'd beat the shit out of him for that even more).
So, yeah, I drive to pick him up (he's 25 but still doesn't even have a car), and we just kind of chill out, grab some food, watch a movie, and we're unusually chummy. Almost like we were always good friends and we were catching up after a long vacation.
I think he wanted to hang out with me because he was very lonely, and he had literally no one else left to turn to. I don't think he was very popular in middle school and highschool either. He was still mildly autistic, but he kind of toned it down over the years, but he didn't seem to hold any resentment towards me at all.
I felt so fucking bad watching him act all cool to me after what I did to him. It was like watching a dog coming back to its abusive owner. I even tried to foot the dinner bill, but he kept insisting that "no, I invited you out, so I pay", and all I could think was "C'mon, man. Don't do this to me."
What wicked lives we live, anons. What wicked lives we live.
