Chemistry ~ A Writing Competition {CLOSED!}

Username: -- Chainsaw --

Username: Keero
Name: Orpheus
Significant Other: Rigby
Story:

Rigby asked me to write something about Chemistry, lord knows how much he actually understan-

"Wait, you meant about /our/ Chemistry? Rigby, wha, why? Fine, fine I'll write it."

Interesting topic, I should have written such a thing ages ago. Or rather, I didn't write anything of the sort previously for I do not need evidence of my weakness to exist on paper or even more so the web that is virtually accessible anywhere. Much to my dismay, I can't win with him. I can't allow for him to cry later about how I don't love him as that would simply be unnecessarily cruel for the both of us.
I suppose a little background on our childhoods and how things were intertwined right from the get-go there are needed to make sense of this metaphorical chemistry. Things have changed greatly since those days, yet strangely enough it seems minimal- is this what they call "chemistry"?
I was around four when my family finally began our yearly vacation trips to Haven, a quaint town built for those requiring a vacation. This is where Rigby lived, also a four year old at the time. I was not yet me at the time, who can say they were the same at four years of age after all? I was considered energetic, stubborn, free-spirited and perhaps a tad bit more manipulative than the average for a four year old. Rigby on the other hand, was slow (but I dare say it was "cute!), and all around a happy toddler willing to please and curious enough for the both of us. I was at the time adventurous, so of course we got along and had plenty of escapades (much to the town's dismay I admit). We were (as children are often called) "adorable" and though the trip was only a week that year, I would forever claim it was a lifetime's worth. But since when is a lifetime enough? As the youngest sibling of my family, these trips soon became nothing more than a chore to them, and by the age of twelve, these trips came to an end to correspond with my older brother and sister's adulthood. I still vouched for these trips, but my fathers were happy enough at home and felt that as a teenager I must feel the same as my siblings had. It would be a waste in their eyes, and I could not visit my childhood friend for the following three years. A lot changed in three years, and I can admit I slowly worried that I did understand this retched yet lovely "chemistry" we held. How greatly I desired to see him, and how greatly I feared it were at war once I had obtained a license for driving. This war was one in which I often found myself driving ever so closely to the town, sometimes even dropping in for their delicious ice-cream (which had no flavor without my friend, I do admit). Like a deer in headlights, one of these trips had caught me unprepared to find Rigby all too close, so very close he had heard the text message signal of my phone and looked to find me trapped in my own web. Seeing him that day, was something that for those past three years I had found myself lacking, and missing. That day it al came back to me, all of it. In Rigby's presence I find myself to be a person, a human being capable of caring, of truly seeing something in even the darkest of tunnels. I was comfortable in those dark tunnels, I made use of them, though the little light that Rigby could shine down onto my day was something unrivaled by any means, and to this day I am capable of a true smile, one which differs from any other sort. I now hold him closer to me than ever before, and no matter the circumstance, I will not let go of this night light and smile. This is true "chemistry".

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