A/N Okay, it's just a random drabble. I felt an urge to write a past story of red vs blue, even though it's not really actually in the past...
Disclaimer: I actually own red vs blue, seriously. You're so jealous, arn't you?
Church sat alone in his room. He was thinking back to some of his and Tex's better moments. He wouldn't admit it, to anyone but hiself anyway, but he missed her.
Chruch and Tex were Fifteen. They were sitting in his living room with his thirteen year old sister, Corcky. Corcky and Tex were singing to the music that was on and Church was laughing at them. A large, half empty dum-dum pop bag lay on the floor. The wrappers from the eaten ones were spread across the room, along with the sticks they had been on.
Tex had sat down next to Church. His mother walked in saying his name. Not expecting this, Tex screamed slightly and grabbed onto Church. Her eyes went back and forth a few times, then she let go.
"I'm sorry, I'm sugar high." She stated.They all laughed.
Tex had always been the dominate one in the relationship. Church did have his moments. One in particular popped into his head.
She looked as if she was going to cry. She obviously hated her foster mother. Church didn't have to ask her why she wanted to cry.
"You know, it's not healthy to keep yourself from crying." He told her softly.
"I'm not going to cry!" she snapped. Church put his hand under chin and lifted her face to look at him.
"Don't be depressed. You're not fun when you're depressed." He said to her. She turned her head away and crossed her arms.
"I'm not depressed either." She stated matter of factly. But Church heard a subtle uncertainty in her voice. He couldn't help but smile at the childish pose she was in.
"C'mon Tex, I just want to help." He said.
"What if i don't want help." She threw back cooly. He cradled her head in his hands so she once again was looking at him.
"Too bad." He told her.
But, as you've been told, Tex was still usually dominate. One of Church's favoriot memories is what made them start going out. They were sixteen. It had been five years since they first met.
Tex sat on his bed, while he stood leaning on his berua. He had just broke up with his bitch of a girlfriend. Tex had never heard a girl, besides herself, swear that much at a boy. Tex sighed.
"You know. You need to be selfish. I've never seen you do anything JUST because you wanted do. You always have an actual reason. Do something for yorself!" She said. Church looked at her.
"Do you honostly want me to do something for myself?" He said.
"Yes! In all the years i've kno-" She was cut off by Church pulling her into a kiss. Firtst, she was suprised, then she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They fell onto his bed, never breaking the connection between their lips.
Church had been scared she'd hit him, but she didn't. That started their relationship, only for it to be ended by her dying.
Suddenly, he sat staright up. How can she have died, if she was a ghost? He thought to himself.He smiled.
"She couldn't." He said. "She was dead already, she couldn't die again."
A/N Sorry if the end sounds a little cliffie-ish, ut yeah. That's what i thought. If she was a ghost already how did she die again? Well, hope you like t. Flames will be used to fuel my bazooka.