As a child I wasn't very popular. I was imaginative and playful but I never had a single friend. My eyes were always glued to a comic book, or watching my hand create art in a sketchpad that my mother or maybe even my brother bought me. They were both supporting with my obsession with comic books and art. Or atleast my mother was at the time. She would be thrilled to see a new drawing of my imaginary friend, Bloo. He was quite a celebrity in my house. While my brothers face would scrunch up in disgust at the blob of blue ink on white paper, he would ruffle up my hair and mutter a small “Nice work...”.

And although I had an imaginary friend and talent in the art fields. My mother thought it was necessary to drag me to singing lessons. Every single day of the week— at some place she worked at called Foster's School For The Talented. I had a beatiful voice—but I never thought I was greater than my mom. She was a great singer back in the days. The band she was singing in could have made it big, if it wasn't for me.

But mom says everything happens for a reason, and thats why, as I stand up on stage, singing out the last notes in perfection in front of the small audience of Teachers—Madan Foster, Wilt and Frankie. I have to wonder if that is true. And if so—what was the reasoning of having to do singing practice this late in the day. Especially on the big day. The big day of the last installemt of The Adventures Of Coco. My favorite comic book. It had to be sold out by now! As I finish up, I take deep heavy breaths, and bow.

“Well done, Mac!” Madam Foster shouts as she claps her hands in approval, Wilt is smiling but not clapping due one of his dismembered arms. And Frankie is clapping along as well. I smile, triumphantly, and begin to walk towards the exit of the stage. Once I reach it, I feel a warm hand resting on my shoulder, and I turn my head up to my mother her is smiling down at me. We walk down the stairs together and I open my mouth, ready to go.

“Mom, we have to stop at the comic book store, remember?” She tugs a strand of brown hair away from her face and nods, pushing my back lightly as to tell me to continue walking.

“I know, Sweetie. Let me just talk to Madam Foster.”

And as she talks with my teacher--I run to the front of the building, pushing my face up against the cold glass and staring out at the comic book store right across the street. I'm so close. I think. Why can't my mom hurry up?

After a few agonizing minutes of waiting, I turn my head around to the sound of high heels clanking against the surface of tile flooring. And I smile, push away from the wall, and walk over to my mom. We make our exit and walk across the street to the comic store store—where I run in and look through the aisles of comic. When I find what I'm looking for I smile, and begin to pick it up. But asd I do so, I feel some tugging on it. And its then that I notice that some other kid is trying to take it from me.

Well I won't have any of that!

I tug on the comic book as hard as I can, and glare at this kid—this, this, blond haired, freckled little brat. He has brown eyes and his hair is styled up in some weird fashion. He raises an eyebrow at me. And before I know it. I'm falling backwards on my ass.

“If you want it that bad, you can have it.” He states. His voice is snotty and he has his nose held high in an arrogant looking way. I muster up the nastiest glare I can. And all he does is cross his arms in a standoffish matter.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I spat.

“Richard Wildabreathe.” I just sit there, staring and he turns around, beginning to leave. But then he stops.

“That copy isn't valuable, anyways. My daddy can get the whole collection—including that one if I wanted.” He says, softly, then look over his shoulder at me.

“What is your name?”

I'm both shocked and somehwat disgusted. Hes asking me my name? What a jerk!

“Mac Faith.” Is all I say. He smiles down at me, and nods his head in what I believe is approval. My glare weakens. And I to, give him a small smile.

“I think we could be friends, Mac.” Is all he says as he leaves. I didn't know at that moment that I met someone important in my life. I didn't know that I just met my best friend. I didn't know that I met someone that would be meaning so much more to me in the future. All I knew is that there was a small battle over a comic book and I was the victorious one.

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Its been awhile!
Oh wow, didn't expect myself to be writing for this fandom ever again. RichiexMac, anyone? :D Haha. I hope I'm not the only one who still likes this pairing. Anyways. This is based off the book. 'Before I Go'. But is completely different in a lot of ways.