Quid Pro Quo

Hi guys. Vivi here. Sane again. Mostly.

Slendy's been chilling outside, but otherwise nothing really notable. I had classes this morning, I'm at work now, life as normal. Well, as normal as my life gets. Massive freak out one day, next I'm tired but AOK, day after that it's business as usual. Yay for living a double life. On the one hand, I'm Genevieve Sullivan, a normal young woman in almost every respect, and on the other I'm helping fight a war.

Chester is...well, he feels really bad about what happened over the weekend. He was stupid, yes, but everybody is stupid, and anyway, he's here now and here is where he's staying. Chester and I, we stick together. Always.

To clarify, I met Chester on the first day of school, Year Eleven, but I didn't get to know him until April, nearing the end of the first school term. I was in the library, looking for a book for my Science project, and the book I wanted had apparently been misfiled since although the computer said it was there, it wasn't in the place it said it was supposed to be, so I went and asked one of the librarians and they didn't know either. Then I felt somebody tap on my shoulder and found this lanky, awkward looking Maori guy I recognised from a couple of my classes standing there, holding out the book I was looking for.

"I was just about to put it back on the shelf, since I've finished my project, so you can have it." he said.

I gave him a blank look. "You've finished that project already? It's really hard- how did you manage that?'

He just blinked at me and went "It's easy, actually. D'you want some help?"

"...Sure, but I need to get my lunch off my friend Kathy..."

And that was kind of it. He helped me with my Science work (it was meant to be just the project, but it kinda snowballed) at lunchtimes, at first in the library and then outside sitting with my friends. He wasn't too happy about that at first, but I told him that you didn't get good with people if you didn't practice.

I don't know. We just got each other, Chester and I. I was there when he found out his grandfather died. He was there when the Boxing Day Tsunami hit where my Dad was working at the time and we waited a fortnight before we found out he was alive and well. I was there when he got the award for best-performing student in Biology in Year 12. He was there when I landed a fairly major role in a school production. Through thick and thin we supported each other.

He knows me better than anyone else ever has and ever will, and I like to think I know him the same way.

No matter what stupid things Chester does, I'll always be there to get him up off the ground. Even if I do it by accident. (i.e. having a massive BSOD, then getting attacked by SlenderHERP) And when I fall, he'll be there to remind me Vivi doesn't sit down and take a beating, Vivi gets back up and gives the person who got her down a piece of her mind. Or a punch in the face. We'll back each other up.

Always.