Best Friend

Time: 9:28 pm

Place: The Purple Room

Music: Ladies Of Cambridge- Vampire Weekend

Okay… so have you ever felt closer to someone when you both are probably saying the least of what you are feeling… I guess everybody has. It could maybe be your mom or your best friend or maybe even an old man around the corner whose wife maybe just passed away. The silence means a hell lot more than words and way more than actions. Whatever or whomever it might be, it has happened. Somewhere or the other you have felt closer to a person more than ever. Sometimes words cannot express your feelings, minds can.

 

Munching on my crunchy apple, I wait for her after school. Standing outside her class I look at her mouthing a huge ‘hey’ and flashing her goofiest smile ever (she just got her braces off, cant smile for nuts). She gets out (finally) and grabs a bite off my juicy, crunchy and probably not that completely grown apple (well that’s the way I enjoy it) and says “hey there babe, ready to grab a sub?  

 

Then sitting at subway, she cribs about how I always make her late and how Sandra always screams (supposedly by the way, she just asks us why we are late and that’s about it and yeah Sandra is our tuition teacher). She makes it fairly obvious that she completely detests Jessica and me at this very moment.

 

When we finally make it to Sandra’s she gives me a dirty look for not doing my homework and not paying attention to my studies. She also tries to maintain law and order at the tuitions by whacking anybody doing absolute rubbish (with a ruler I must say). And once out I have here her screaming at me about my carelessness and disregard for studies and how I should appreciate the English language and use the pretty four letter word lesser than I use it now. Then on the way home she shares my I pod with me and chooses the crappiest songs out of my list. And also side by side complain about my choice of people i.e. my present crush, my other group of people, my ex boyfriend, my ex girlfriend, my ex best friend, my other crush.

 

And as usual, she has to take offence to some silly joke I crack. She just has to try to leave the rickshaw. And then Jessica has her laughing fits which irritates ‘our dear darling Gwendolyn’ (I called her that once when she was behaving like a spoilt, rich brat. I got it off from Enid Blyton) even further. And once we reach her building, she says bye and allows us to spank her butt (not really, we just always do it and annoy her).

 

In the evening, we get together and play monopoly. I rule at monopoly and she does too (supposedly) but I come in the way and I destroy her (it’s true, I do). And I know I break her heart then but it’s apparently luck now, ‘innit’?

 

But at the end of the day when the price has been paid, I tell her that I love her. Not only because she takes my rubbish and I take hers but she listens to my silence and I listen to hers. Also she listens when I talk too. She knows every little feeling in my head at any given point of time (that sucks though because I can't keep anything to myself but that’s okay because she is trustable). I might have not liked her two plaits and braces and really’ really long hair at first but now I know I love them (except she doesn’t have two plaits, long hair and braces anymore). And now because of her I study; yes, I truly do. I feel I could not have asked for a better friend (or a better psychic).