[ WP ] Your childhood imaginary friend turns out to be real . You meet them and they have a special request for you .

I look back at all the fun times I had with Georgie. Always getting in to some sort of mischief. Nobody ever believed me when I said Georgie knocked the vase over, or pushed the neighbour kid over. It ’ s hard to be an only child with an imaginary brother. Nobody ever believes it was somebody but you. I imagine his smile, his brown hair, the freckles, his stupid laugh, and the charm that just dripped from his mouth. 
 
 It ’ s stupid now, I had real friends, I grew up, got girlfriends, lost friends, got more friends, colleagues, bosses, promotions, a wife, a couple kids, the whole nine yards. Georgie was still my favourite person. There ’ s no bond like that of a brother. No one ever came that close, of course I love my family. I can ’ t seem to shake Goergie ’ s care-free, gung-ho, take no prisoners attitude. He always knew how to live for himself. 
 
 When I was a kid, I ’ d always listen to his stupid “ advice ” … always. One thing is for certain: it got me in trouble every time. The time he told me go on the roof and I ended up breaking my leg. When he got me to tell my parents to go “ fuck themselves. ” They still remind me about that one. At first I guess they were worried, they both worked long hours, there were few kids around the neighbourhood so they excused it a little bit. They were so relieved when I started making real friends. Nothing ever seemed as real as Georgie. He taught me so much, a lesson learned for every piece of bad advice. As I grew up I slowly forgot about Georgie, it all seemed so stupid. 
 
 That laugh I never forgot that laugh. After work me and a couple friends decide to watch the boxing match over at some sleazy bar. My wife hated bars, we had that in common. So I call her and tell her I ’ m staying out after work for a couple drinks with Jake and Morris. Got to stay in the good books. Round one is over and then I hear it, that laugh. My head whips over to the other side of the room. Our eyes lock. I tell Jake and Morris, I ’ ll catch up with them in a minute. A million thoughts, memories, and questions flood through my head. I can ’ t pick out a single one. That smile, I can ’ t just go back now pretend I didn ’ t see him. Every inch forward he just gets clearer and clearer. 
 
 “ Long time no see! How the fuck are ya!? ” He always knew what to say, that charm of his. “ Look I know this is awfully weird seeing me here, what do you say we head outside for a minute we have to talk. ” I nod, I ’ m an awkward little boy again. We chat, catch up, exchange phone numbers, and he has a small request. Now I ’ m sitting in a pool of my wife ’ s blood and Georgie isn ’ t picking up his phone. I ’ d always listen to Georgie… always. 
 
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