[ 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 .

`` This is so weird.'' I had exclaimed, looking him up and down. `` There is no way this is happening.'' 
 
 It'd been a fairly normal day; driving to work, sitting bored for a few hours and then going out for my lunch break. The only difference was the choice of venue. I'd decided to try somewhere new; a little falafel place a short walk away from the office. I'd been waiting in line when he had rushed right into me. Of course, I was indignant at first, but the way he apologised so profusley calmed me down. 
 
 Heck, even made me chuckle. 
 
 `` Its alright, accidents happen, as mum used to say.'' I'd smiled, helping the poor guy onto his feet. 
 
 `` Yeah, I know...'' He'd let out a small chuckle after that, a bright grin growing across his face. 
 
 `` What're you so happy about?'' I asked, dusting myself off. 
 
 `` Ah, nothing. I just... used to have a friend who said'as mum used to say' a lot.'' He shook his head, fumbling about in his pockets. `` Good friend too... one of my best.'' 
 
 `` Used to? Did, um... something happen? If you do n't mind me asking?'' 
 
 `` Nah, its fine.'' He smiled again. Something about that smile was so familiar. `` This is sorta embarassing, actually. He was, well... imaginary.'' He blushed, and it was my turn to laugh. 
 
 `` Embarassing? I'd be more surprised if you did n't have one. I know I did.'' 
 
 `` Really? What was he like?'' 
 
 `` Well, he smiled a lot, for one. Always had a great big friendly grin plastered across his face.'' I smiled, thinking back. It was hard, I have to admit. It had been a long time since I'd thought about him. 
 
 `` Sounds like me. Love to smile.'' And he did, his big old grin growing and growing. `` Mine was far more serious. Always had his homework in on time, always knew what to do... I kinda looked up to him.'' 
 
 `` Mine was a prankster. This one time, he convinced me to set a bucket of water above the teacher's door. She spent the whole day glaring at me as I-'' 
 
 `` -Sat in the corner?'' He finished, his grin vanishing quickly. 
 
 `` How did you know?'' I asked, a nervous chuckle coming into my voice. 
 
 `` I remember trying to convince my friend to do that. I did n't want to get in trouble. But, being imaginary, he could n't, so I did it. And I had to sit in the corner.'' 
 
 ``... Mrs Morris, age 7?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, how did-'' 
 
 `` This is so weird.'' I had exclaimed. looking him up and down. `` There is no way this is happening.'' 
 
 `` No bloody way. This has to be a coincidence.'' He replied, giving me a look over as well. 
 
 `` Awfully specific coincidence...'' I muttered, pinching myslef lightly. Not a dream. `` Okay, okay... this is starting to freak me out.'' 
 
 `` You're telling me. All I wanted was to try a new place for my-'' 
 
 `` Lunch break?'' I finished. 
 
 ``... Okay, wow.'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Wow.'' 
 
 `` So, um.. what do you... do?'' 
 
 `` Architect. Always enjoyed big buildings, since I was 7. You?'' 
 
 `` Cameraman. I loved TV, even at young age. About-'' 
 
 `` Seven?'' 
 
 `` Yeah... Wow, I just... wow.'' He shook his head, the grin coming back. `` Shit, man, and I thoguht today was goign to be boring.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, holy hell were we wrong.'' We laughed in unison, catchign the attention of passersby. I smiled, and reached for my wallet, laughing again with him as he did the same in complete unison. 
 
 `` Aw, man. I'm out of change.'' He shook his head again, grin still goign strong. `` Guess I'll have to skip lunch today.'' 
 
 `` Nah, I'll pay for you. How much do you need?'' 
 
 `` Hmm...'' He mused. `` About tree fiddy.'' 
 
 It was then that I realised my supposed imaginary friend was actually eight stories tall and a crustacean from the paleolithic era. `` God dammit, Loch Ness Monster, I ai n't gon na give you no tree fiddy!''
