[ WP ] You meet someone who is exactly like your childhood imaginary friend . You discover they had an imaginary friend that is eerily similar to you .

Growing up, I was always the quiet kid who was socially awkward and did n't speak much. I always wanted to be the cool kid, or the popular kid, but that never happened. But, I did dream about it. It got to the point where I came up with an imaginary friend to help me cope with my social issues. His name was Steve. 
 
 Now, I imagined Steve to be very social. He seemed to never really stop talking, and could be considered by some to be loud and obnoxious. However, Steve helped me get through a time in my life when I was very anti-social. Whenever I was put into some sort of social situation I asked Steve what to do. Because of that, I got over my social anxiety. 
 
 A couple years later, I was in high school. I made a couple friends, including one named Steve. I did n't think much of it at first. That is, until I learned about his early childhood. 
 
 Me and him were hanging out at his house one day. We were just chilling out when we start to talk about out early childhoods. He chuckled and says, 
 
 `` I was *so* annoying when I was little. I did n't know how to shut up. I finally got tired of being picked on for not being quiet that I came up with an imaginary friend to help me be more quiet.'' 
 
 Since I had a similar experience, I decided to mention my imaginary friend. 
 
 `` Yeah, I was the opposite. I made one up to make me more social. Funny thing is, now that I am thinking back to it, his name was Steve.'' 
 
 He responded, 
 
 `` Now that I think of it, I can recall my imaginary friend's name being ThePixelMouse.'' 
 
 Now, of course, ThePixelMouse is not my real name, but you get the point. After talking for a bit, we also realized we sort of looked like our imaginary friends. I found it to be a bit strange, but it did n't end there. 
 
 We also had the same tastes in music, food and games as each other's imaginary friends. 
 
 That was, by far, the strangest day of my life. However, it was not because of our conversation. 
 
 Later that night, I got a call from Steve. 
 
 `` Hey man, I do n't know if you will remember this, but did you ever kill off your imaginary friend?'' 
 
 A horrible memory sprung from my mind. 
 
 `` Not exactly. I had gone sledding and gone into the road. Steve, the imaginary one, flew off the sled into a truck while I stopped right before the truck could hit me.'' 
 
 He responded, 
 
 `` Weird. Something like that happened to me as well. I had gone sledding as well, except instead of ThePixelMouse staying on the sled, or him getting flung off, he just wound up disappearing. And as for me, there was no truck.'' 
 
 This seemed odd to me, but I shrugged it off. 
 
 `` Whatever man, it's getting late and I'm tired. Goodnight. See ya.'' 
 
 The next day I got a call from Steve's parents. While walking to school, he was hit and killed by a truck.
