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Menaan Peixes:

That's when you hear shrill voice cry out to you.

"What the glub are you doing?"

The unexpected shout causes you to jolt, right back from the ledge. You shriek, and flail your arms wildly to grab onto something as your body is pulled down by the effects of gravity. One hand catches onto a support cable, sliding slightly before you whip the other hand at it to clench tightly.

Your breathing is rapid as you cling to the cable, dangled above the wind whipped waves below. The crash to the shores below, the mystifying and horrifying black waters more menacing in the dim lighting of the bridge.

"Holy shrimp!" You hear, and peer to the safe side of the bridge to see a boy looking at you. Panic obvious in his eyes.

His dark hair is styled in a messy manner on top, and reverts to two long braids in the back. He has a pair of pink framed glasses over his chocolate colored eyes. His dark skin is a lovely shade of mocha. The tone curved over a nicely toned body, revealed by his form fitting t-shirt and jeans.

He's the kind of person you'd gladly drool over were you not hanging over the side of a bridge where you initially planned to jump of your own accord moments before.

The boy leans over the edge and stars down at you, his expression calmed a bit, though still hints of panic in his mannerisms. His eyes meet yours, and you look up with a pleading expression.

"What were you even thinking?" He asks you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Should I just leave you be?" He asks with a slight raise of an eyebrow.

Your eyes widen, and you slide down the cable a little farther, its base digging into your fist. Your hands were starting to sting from grabbing onto the cord, and your arms were feeling the efforts weighing on them. You don't know how long you'll be able to actually keep holding yourself up.

"P-please! I-I don't..." Tears start to well up in your eyes.

"You were trying to cull yourshellf, right? Why would you want kelp up?" He asks, his hip cocking to the side.

He may be right on some level, but you were starting to have second guesses. If you just let yourself drop, it'd make everything stop. No more pain, or problems. You don't have to deal with your feelings getting the best of you anymore, or people hating you, or failing so terribly at everything. You'd just be another person gone from the world, and the way you've been lately, maybe that's the best way, right?

You shake your head, hot tears running down your cheeks. Your arms are starting to shake, and you duck your head down.

A strong hand wraps around your wrist, but you don't pay attention right away. You can feel yourself being lifted up, your hands slowly releasing themselves from the cable. Arms help guide you back onto the sidewalk, where your knees shake and collapse you to the ground. The same gentle yet strong arms grip your shoulders, and finally you find yourself looking up.

The boy is sitting there with a cocky smirk on his face.

"I d-don't know w-what to do." You stutter through whimpers.

"Sometimes you can't swim it on your own. There are some things that just can't be helped, but you won't know until you ask for kelp."

"I-I don't have anyone." You mumble, hugging yourself. Everyone has left. Your friends abandoned you, and your parents don't understand enough to try and care. People claim you'll meet more people after school, but what about now? You aren't that much of a socialite, and even when you do find yourself talking, you know they aren't listening. What about the you that's miserable now?

The boy's face drops a bit, his lips taking on a bit of a fishy look.

"Then I'll do it, gill. Shore I'm pretty busy a lot and fairly important, but I could always make time for somefish who needs me." He states in a slightly exaggerated tone.

You stare at him, in shock, and silence. Your sobbing has dulled, and now it is just the warm tears that trace trails down your cheeks.

You aren't sure what to make of his words. Other people say they're there for you all the time, but then they just abandon you like everyone else. They can't trouble themselves with you all the time. They don't need you as much as you need them.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. Having doubts and all. Whale, just give me a try, alright? Worst case scenario, you repeat somefin." He suggests with a shrug of his shoulders.

Your logic maybe be somewhat altered right now, but you suppose he could be right. You hesitate to put yourself back into another situation where you end up hurt, but like he said, worst case scenario, you end up back here with yet another motive tipping you to the edge.

"O-okay." you reply quietly.

"Good. My name is Meenan."

----1 year later----

Meenan was able to keep to his word. That doesn't mean all of your depression and anxieties just disappeared right there, but they became a little bit easier to push through. Sometimes he can talk you through a hard bout of things, and other times, words don't matter at all, but he's still there to keep you from hurting yourself.

He almost has some sort of ability to sense when things are bad too. Sometimes, you just want to torture yourself when things get bad. Despite how badly you want to have him near you refuse to let yourself talk to anyone, yet somehow he ends up appearing anyways. His fish puns always ready to try and bring a smile to your face through the waves of tears or bad moods.

Currently, you are at the local aquarium. Groups of people walk past you, staring in awe at the fish in their tanks. The current tank you stand in front of has a plethora of sea life. Coral, fish, starfish, shells, and even a shark. This is the tank Meenan insisted that the two of you meet at.

Meenan was training in the field of marine biology. Part of his constant use of fish puns. He loved the ocean, and loved to study all of the different creatures. You two made many trips to the beaches in the area, and also to many aquariums. Especially this one since he worked part time as staff.

You searched the crowds, looking for his face. Not a familiar person in the crowd. You were starting to feel a bit down, he was already fifteen minutes late. Not a phone call or text to let you know where he might be.

Dropping your shoulders in sorrow, you sigh. Maybe he forgot? His memory is usually pretty good, but you can't blame him. Maybe he had something better to do.

You are about to step away from the tank when you hear a knocking behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin on your heel to face the giant tank.

Jaw dropping, and eyes growing even wider, you gawk at the sight before you. Other people soon take notice as well and people all crowd behind and around you to stare at Meenan. Clad in a black and pink wet suit, scuba gear all hooked up, he waves at you, a grin obvious through the glass of his face mask.

Slowly, a smile curves onto your own face, and you chuckle slightly. He holds up a hand, gesturing for you to give him a moment. He swims away, disappearing into the mysteries of the tank. Everyone around you is in awe, chattering about it avidly. You merely await his return.

When Meenan does swim back down, you press closer to the glass, wary of touching and leaving fingerprints.

Meenan holds a rolled up scroll in his hand and then starts to unroll it before holding it up to the glass.

'(y/n), whale you be my gilfrond?'

You gape, a shock rushing through you as you stare at the print. He likes you. Like boyfriend likes you.

You have had a crush on Meenan for the last couple of months. You've gotten to hang out with him so much, and you've both been able to get to know each other so well. You've definitely been thinking of him as a bit more than a friend recently, so this was probably the best shock you've had in a while.

You feel a funny grin climb onto your face and nod. Without a hesitation, you blow fog onto your side of the glass and right 'yes'.

Talk about your cheesy get togethers, but Meenan was worth it. You could always tease him a bit with it too. He probably did it on purpose.

Description
Menaan Peixes:

That's when you hear shrill voice cry out to you.

"What the glub are you doing?"

The unexpected shout causes you to jolt, right back from the ledge. You shriek, and flail your arms wildly to grab onto something as your body is pulled down by the effects of gravity. One hand catches onto a support cable, sliding slightly before you whip the other hand at it to clench tightly.

Your breathing is rapid as you cling to the cable, dangled above the wind whipped waves below. The crash to the shores below, the mystifying and horrifying black waters more menacing in the dim lighting of the bridge.

"Holy shrimp!" You hear, and peer to the safe side of the bridge to see a boy looking at you. Panic obvious in his eyes.

His dark hair is styled in a messy manner on top, and reverts to two long braids in the back. He has a pair of pink framed glasses over his chocolate colored eyes. His dark skin is a lovely shade of mocha. The tone curved over a nicely toned body, revealed by his form fitting t-shirt and jeans.

He's the kind of person you'd gladly drool over were you not hanging over the side of a bridge where you initially planned to jump of your own accord moments before.

The boy leans over the edge and stars down at you, his expression calmed a bit, though still hints of panic in his mannerisms. His eyes meet yours, and you look up with a pleading expression.

"What were you even thinking?" He asks you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Should I just leave you be?" He asks with a slight raise of an eyebrow.

Your eyes widen, and you slide down the cable a little farther, its base digging into your fist. Your hands were starting to sting from grabbing onto the cord, and your arms were feeling the efforts weighing on them. You don't know how long you'll be able to actually keep holding yourself up.

"P-please! I-I don't..." Tears start to well up in your eyes.

"You were trying to cull yourshellf, right? Why would you want kelp up?" He asks, his hip cocking to the side.

He may be right on some level, but you were starting to have second guesses. If you just let yourself drop, it'd make everything stop. No more pain, or problems. You don't have to deal with your feelings getting the best of you anymore, or people hating you, or failing so terribly at everything. You'd just be another person gone from the world, and the way you've been lately, maybe that's the best way, right?

You shake your head, hot tears running down your cheeks. Your arms are starting to shake, and you duck your head down.

A strong hand wraps around your wrist, but you don't pay attention right away. You can feel yourself being lifted up, your hands slowly releasing themselves from the cable. Arms help guide you back onto the sidewalk, where your knees shake and collapse you to the ground. The same gentle yet strong arms grip your shoulders, and finally you find yourself looking up.

The boy is sitting there with a cocky smirk on his face.

"I d-don't know w-what to do." You stutter through whimpers.

"Sometimes you can't swim it on your own. There are some things that just can't be helped, but you won't know until you ask for kelp."

"I-I don't have anyone." You mumble, hugging yourself. Everyone has left. Your friends abandoned you, and your parents don't understand enough to try and care. People claim you'll meet more people after school, but what about now? You aren't that much of a socialite, and even when you do find yourself talking, you know they aren't listening. What about the you that's miserable now?

The boy's face drops a bit, his lips taking on a bit of a fishy look.

"Then I'll do it, gill. Shore I'm pretty busy a lot and fairly important, but I could always make time for somefish who needs me." He states in a slightly exaggerated tone.

You stare at him, in shock, and silence. Your sobbing has dulled, and now it is just the warm tears that trace trails down your cheeks.

You aren't sure what to make of his words. Other people say they're there for you all the time, but then they just abandon you like everyone else. They can't trouble themselves with you all the time. They don't need you as much as you need them.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. Having doubts and all. Whale, just give me a try, alright? Worst case scenario, you repeat somefin." He suggests with a shrug of his shoulders.

Your logic maybe be somewhat altered right now, but you suppose he could be right. You hesitate to put yourself back into another situation where you end up hurt, but like he said, worst case scenario, you end up back here with yet another motive tipping you to the edge.

"O-okay." you reply quietly.

"Good. My name is Meenan."

----1 year later----

Meenan was able to keep to his word. That doesn't mean all of your depression and anxieties just disappeared right there, but they became a little bit easier to push through. Sometimes he can talk you through a hard bout of things, and other times, words don't matter at all, but he's still there to keep you from hurting yourself.

He almost has some sort of ability to sense when things are bad too. Sometimes, you just want to torture yourself when things get bad. Despite how badly you want to have him near you refuse to let yourself talk to anyone, yet somehow he ends up appearing anyways. His fish puns always ready to try and bring a smile to your face through the waves of tears or bad moods.

Currently, you are at the local aquarium. Groups of people walk past you, staring in awe at the fish in their tanks. The current tank you stand in front of has a plethora of sea life. Coral, fish, starfish, shells, and even a shark. This is the tank Meenan insisted that the two of you meet at.

Meenan was training in the field of marine biology. Part of his constant use of fish puns. He loved the ocean, and loved to study all of the different creatures. You two made many trips to the beaches in the area, and also to many aquariums. Especially this one since he worked part time as staff.

You searched the crowds, looking for his face. Not a familiar person in the crowd. You were starting to feel a bit down, he was already fifteen minutes late. Not a phone call or text to let you know where he might be.

Dropping your shoulders in sorrow, you sigh. Maybe he forgot? His memory is usually pretty good, but you can't blame him. Maybe he had something better to do.

You are about to step away from the tank when you hear a knocking behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin on your heel to face the giant tank.

Jaw dropping, and eyes growing even wider, you gawk at the sight before you. Other people soon take notice as well and people all crowd behind and around you to stare at Meenan. Clad in a black and pink wet suit, scuba gear all hooked up, he waves at you, a grin obvious through the glass of his face mask.

Slowly, a smile curves onto your own face, and you chuckle slightly. He holds up a hand, gesturing for you to give him a moment. He swims away, disappearing into the mysteries of the tank. Everyone around you is in awe, chattering about it avidly. You merely await his return.

When Meenan does swim back down, you press closer to the glass, wary of touching and leaving fingerprints.

Meenan holds a rolled up scroll in his hand and then starts to unroll it before holding it up to the glass.

'(y/n), whale you be my gilfrond?'

You gape, a shock rushing through you as you stare at the print. He likes you. Like boyfriend likes you.

You have had a crush on Meenan for the last couple of months. You've gotten to hang out with him so much, and you've both been able to get to know each other so well. You've definitely been thinking of him as a bit more than a friend recently, so this was probably the best shock you've had in a while.

You feel a funny grin climb onto your face and nod. Without a hesitation, you blow fog onto your side of the glass and right 'yes'.

Talk about your cheesy get togethers, but Meenan was worth it. You could always tease him a bit with it too. He probably did it on purpose.