Born innocent

It was kinda weird hanging out with John again. Hell, it's weird how he calls regularly now. He's got a different personality for every group of friends he hangs out with. Except for me. I just get John. I see the transitions, but whether we're alone at his house, or with a group of his friends, he's the same around me. He probably knows I would just kick his ass if I saw him act differently, considering I've been friends with him since second grade. Not to mention, he seems oblivious to the fact that he may just be my half brother thanks to my promiscuous father (or our promiscuous father). He's tall like my dad and we share the same dark hair and eyes, but his face resembles his moms. And duh, we have the same stupid humor. The best time EVER though was driving with him and getting stuck nose-first in a ditch in the middle of no where. We left his car and started to walk down the icy road towards the next house (the only house) about a half mile away. We talked and talked about stupid crap just to get our minds off the car that was in the ditch behind us. He surprised me when I suddenly slipped on the ice and he actually reached out and caught my arm. Then a little down the road, me holding his arm so I don't slip and nearly kill myself again he said, "You know, now that I think about it, you're probably my best friend,". I thought about it, and I suppose he's right. I'm the only person he's "real" around, and I'm not afraid to be myself around him. Sheesh, we grew up together, he's seen me at my worst already. And something that I think is funny is how we can go several years without talking, then suddenly get together and just start off as if nothing had happened at all. Such as recently. Best friends? Yeah, I thought about it. Laughed. And agreed. Best friends forever. Brother and Sister.