It wasn’t a gradual friendship, but instantaneous, where we just knew one day we were best friends. Neither of us had to say it, we both just knew we could tell each other anything. She was the person I immediately told everything to and whom I could never stay mad at no matter what she did. I was at her house every weekend and we would do the same thing every time; make a bed on the futon in her basement and watch an entire TV series on Netflix when it was cold out. In the summer, we went to her neighborhood pool and laid out all day in the blistering heat, competing who could get more prominent tan lines. Every time I walked in the front door, her parents would greet me with “Oh, hello second daughter!”, and it made me so happy. It was the best kind of
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“Perfect.” I hung up.
I got in my car and drove around the corner to where she lived. We arrived to her house at the same time and agreed to go to eat at my favorite restaurant: Leo’s Coney Island. I opened her car door, but didn’t get in. I just stood there and stared, eyes wide. It was like I knew the second I got in that car, I would find out everything I wanted to know…I was scared.
“Are you going to just stand there or get in?” Meme said with a smile. I gave a weak smile back and got in.
“What’s on your mind?” She asked as she drove. She always knew when something was wrong, I guess I always had the same pathetic look on my face, like I was lost in the world. I didn’t even answer right away; the fear had set in again. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and could barely make out her staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Just tell me when you’re ready.”
We drove to Leo’s in silence. The only words spoken for in so long were when the waitress took our order. Our food had arrived and I still hadn’t said anything. I loved Meme’s patience with me. Finally I looked up from my barely touched salad and
“Perfect.” I hung up.
I got in my car and drove around the corner to where she lived. We arrived to her house at the same time and agreed to go to eat at my favorite restaurant: Leo’s Coney Island. I opened her car door, but didn’t get in. I just stood there and stared, eyes wide. It was like I knew the second I got in that car, I would find out everything I wanted to know…I was scared.
“Are you going to just stand there or get in?” Meme said with a smile. I gave a weak smile back and got in.
“What’s on your mind?” She asked as she drove. She always knew when something was wrong, I guess I always had the same pathetic look on my face, like I was lost in the world. I didn’t even answer right away; the fear had set in again. I glanced out of the corner of my eye and could barely make out her staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Just tell me when you’re ready.”
We drove to Leo’s in silence. The only words spoken for in so long were when the waitress took our order. Our food had arrived and I still hadn’t said anything. I loved Meme’s patience with me. Finally I looked up from my barely touched salad and