You and Schuey were in the same care home. Hated each other though, always arguing, pissing each other off, winding each other up and always, always fighting. Stuck by his side though, and he stuck by yours. You weren’t friends.. but you were each others staple. Always there, whether you liked it or not.

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You and Schuey were in the kitchen cooking. Well, he was trying to cook, you were taking the piss out of him for struggling to cook a grilled cheese; and he was proper struggling. One side was burnt, the other just wouldn’t cook, and it was pissing him off. Until he begun to get the hang of it. He was flipping it on the pan, higher and higher until you grabbed it in the air, putting it behind your back. He paused, looking around. He looked up, behind him and on the counter, but it was gone.