Oneshots

Talk To Me Buddy

Pairing: ZeRoyalChaos
Title: Talk To Me Buddy

'"Ze, buddy?" he called out to me.
I think I answered with a single, simple "Yeah?"
Then he said, "I think we need to talk."
I was confused so I replied, "About what?"

'I started to walk down the hallway to go talk to him but stopped in my tracks, realising that he had a very depressed look on his face. I remember that I gave him a curiously worried stare in return. He had given me a small smile but it was fake, it didn't suit him and I didn't like it.

'So I asked him, "What's wrong?" but he just shook his head, motioning for me to sit with him on the couch with him. And I did. How couldn't I sit with him, right? I had to.

'He looked crushed, I had no idea what to do. I'd never seen him so sad before, you know? It was weird to me. He was always such happy-go-lucky kind of guy. But then this happened. He placed a hand on my knee and stared into my eyes, and...'

I glance down at the lectern in front of me, my hands on the front two corners as I read off the paper. God dammit Chilled. Why'd you have to do this to me. 'You don't have to continue, Ze.' I look to my left. GaLm. The only Anthony left in my life. A good friend.

I turn back to the lectern, the people watching and listening to me are his friends and family. The people who cared for him most. A lot of them are crying with the rest teary-eyed. I can't believe I'm standing here right now, talking about my friend this way.

'And then he told me. He told me about what was happening to him, he said that he was dying. I didn't know how to react, at first I didn't even believe him. I didn't know what to do. I just found out that my best friend had cancer and was going to die. And soon.'

His fans were devastated at the news of their idol's illness and later on death, they weren't allowed to be given details on his funeral though. We'll tell them where he's buried I'm sure, but otherwise... they've been left in the dark.

'I remember Anthony in the hospital. He was seriously ill, he hardly wanted me- any of us there. The only reason he let us stay was because he found hospitals so boring, a DS was never enough to occupy him.

'I remember his last few days. He was surrounded by friends and family at all hours, never alone so he would never be bored. He still laughed, joked, everything that he always used to do. He vlogged if he was somehow left with nothing to do or talk about, making sure that he could entertain somebody somewhere.

'He never got to upload his last one though, instead he asked John and I to... He wasn't strong enough to get out of bed. But he never failed to bring a smile to our faces, so I know that he would be really damn angry with me if he wasn't remembered that way.'

I look down at the page holding my well thought out speech, which I had abandoned basically immediately. It had just rambled on about how much of a wonderful guy he was - it wasn't how I wanted to remember him really.

I don't want to think of him as "friendly" and "always smiling" and "perfect," I want to remember him as he was - imperfect. Irritating, deceptive, mischievous, cunning, a great liar but also a caring, happy-go-lucky, adorable, lovable idiot who happened to rage at Mario Kart, add to our apparent ship-worthiness, screw me over as much as he could in any game we ever played together and annoy the hell out of me.

I want to remember him as the man I fell in love with.