Weekly Writing Challenge

Clueing for Looks, My Dear Watson

Life just isn’t the same without your trusty sidekick. For this week’s writing challenge, tell us about your partner in crime.

Over the years, I’ve share many escapades with multiple people, who, at the time, I called “Best Friend”. There was Nicole, whom I have known since the ripe age of three and was there for the Great Mud Puddle Fiasco of 95′ and the unfortunate Shaky Tree Limb Incident of 97′. No lives were lost in those days, but I learned the hard reality of what it meant to lose visitation rights and the true meaning of “I’m sorry”. There was Hayly, who I met in Kindergarten and had spent most of my adolescence jumping on beds with, lip synching to Backstreet Boys and calling each others places of residence, “Home”. After all, those who defeat the Dollhouse Hoggers during the Siege of the Great Doll’s House of 96′ together, stay together. There was Stacey, who, in grade 4, taught me a great lesson. Your enemies are not your friends, but some friends can easily become your enemies and the green monster is not something to be taken lightly. Then came middle school and puberty struck all around me. There wasn’t a safe zone in sight and there was the constant threat of not just enemy fire but also friendly fire. 7th grade brought to me a person who changed many things for me. She wore the tag of “Best Friend” through the rest of Middle School and through the first 2 years of high school. I look back on those years, not with the fondness that I used to inhabit, but with a better understanding of the confusion and unhappiness I felt in the back of my mind. However, it was during that jaded time in my life when I met the people who have proudly waved the flag of “Friend” and I will continue to wave it right back.

Over the years and through many teen movies, I’ve learned that it’s okay to have more than one best friend. And that I am proud to say I have. The group of people I surround myself with have helped me to grow, to laugh, to dream and to encourage myself. They support my crazed addictions for tv and for Tom Hiddleston. They help empty my pockets by going to any movie, any time. They endure my ranting and raving about books and tv characters and my constant inability to stop myself from using obscure pop culture references. Whether I have known them since 3rd grade, since high school, college or the crazy years after, I am and will continue to pride myself on the luck I had in finding them.

But even within this wonderfully silly group of people, there are two that will always stand out.

To Mai. There is no one like you on this earth. At 4 feet, 11 inches, you are a ball of thunder, laughter and spirit. Your smile and silly jokes always brighten my day. I can always count on you to be there for me whenever I need you and you can always count on me in the same capacity. I miss our late night Walgreen’s Adventures and midnight chats. Our State Street days and late night dinners at that place called Fat Sandwich where we dreamed about something called The Big Fat Ugly, and feeling as though our hearts would explode and our arteries would clot if we took even a single bite. I know you’re far away and I know we don’t talk as often as we used to. But you will and continue to be a Forever Friend.

To Liz. It was band class that brought us together. Those woodwind instruments and marching on the field at halftime. We had a bit of a shaky start. As I recall there were many mentions of falling in ditches and the tossing of snarky comments. But those things we got past. We became the kind of people who can sit together and not say anything and know that we’re thinking the same thing. Like how glorious the mane of Sam Winchester is or how incredibly brilliant J.K. Rowling is and continues to be. We’re far away from each other now but we are always close at heart. Whether we are 500 miles away or 5 minutes, I am truly glad to call you “Best Friend”.

Friendship is a funny thing. If it can endure the test of time and a road less traveled, it can survive anything.


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