Friendship
by Nicole Two Hearts
For Misty Ballard
When I think of my friends a smile comes to my face.
Why? I think of all the
things we have been through. All the hard times, the times
when you cant stop
laughing, when you cant help but cry and the times when
you do the most
outrageous things and you think that your friend is gonna
judge
you, but...nope,they are still right beside you. I think
of those times when I
feel sad and I wonder what I would have done if I hadn't
had you by my
side. Your a true friend if you can hear your besties most
crazy secret, their
hopes, their dreams, their fears, or the things that they
are too scared to
tell anyone. Yes afterwards your hair may be so big and
fluffy from holding
all of what you just heard but its ok cuz you know that
the person sitting
next to you will soon have hair as huge as yours if not
bigger.
When I look back at everything we have been through
sometimes think to
myself,w hy did I let that happen, why did we go out that
late at night, what
could have happened to us? But it doesn't matter
re-thinking it, because it
already happened and your still alive right? Images race
through my head of
the times when we laughed so hard we almost peed, of the
times we cried so
much we had tears rolling down our cheeks and laughs
beginning to form in
our throats, and the times we were so stupid jumping off
of a roof, laying on
the highway when a car is coming, riding bikes through
town swerving through
cars and not really worrying that we would get hit...we
just did it. But most
of all I think of all of the special times. The ones where
we snuck out of
the house to lay outside and watch the stars and talk, the
one where we sat
on the dock and watched the sunset, the one where we laid
in complete
silence and knew what the other was thinking. Or the time
at the starting of
summer when we went to the concert and went up to random
people and started
talking to them as if they were our best friends in the
whole world and had
known them forever, the times in summer school when we
threw lip gloss across
the room, stole and broke each others pencils, wrote on
each others name tags,
sat outside and got pop sprayed on us and went and swung
on the swings while
at each pump we took we tried to kick to the moon but had
to realize that we
were still on the earth. Or the time when we watched
"Keith" and we cried
at the end and we looked at each other and realized how
stupid we were being
and then laughed and cried at the end of it still and the
time when we
watched "The Girl Next Door" and Cried real
tears.
That's what a best friend is and that's how it should be.
Going through so
much crazy stuff with you wouldn't be the same if it had
been with somebody