That gorgeous fucker right there? Yeah, that’s my best friend. He was born in Brazil, and came to America when he was two years old. I was one at the time. He moved right across the street from me, and our parents became the best of friends. We grew up together, loving all of the same things from Elmo to Spongebob, to Teen Titans and Ben 10. All our lives we’ve been inseparable.
Around fourth or fifth grade, we’d started dating. We dated until I was in seventh grade and he was in eighth grade. That was just last year or so. We decided that we should just stay friends, because we knew how much we loved each other, and we didn’t need a relationship to show it.
A couple months ago, I was staying over at his house, and I slipped and fell down his stairs, hitting my head really hard against the wall. He called the ambulance, and when the paramedics told him to get dressed, he refused to leave my side and went to the hospital with me in his fucking boxers. I was out cold for two days, and he never left my side, still in his boxers and a t-shirt that the hospital had so kindly given him. He saved my life.
He’ll always be my best friend and I’ll love him to the end of time. I felt the need to write this because he’s always there for me, always taking care of me and my siblings. He’s the Castiel to my Dean— my guardian angel. He deserves way more love than he gets, and I want you all to smother him in love that he’d be so awkward about, because he deserves it. So much.
outofcharacter. Piper, what the heck? My god, you didn't have to do this. I know you love me, and I love you, too. What was I supposed to do? Leave you there to die? Of course I wasn't going to get dressed. You come before everything in my life. And as for your siblings, they're basically my family, too, and I'll love them forever. Really, you didn't have to do this. I love you.
