Best Friends
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| Synopsis: | Friend grow up together |
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Best Friends
By J. L. Wendelin
We've always been a pair, haven't we?
Ever since we met, that first day of fifth grade, both of us new to town
and, who was it, Tommy Ridgeway I think, was giving you a hard time. You
had on your Red Sox hat with your long hair pulled out through the back.
He kept trying to take your cap but you were faster. You were toying with
him almost, letting him get close only to duck away at the last second.
Boy, was he pissed. Then he called that jerk – you know, the big guy,
never washed his hair, I forget his name. Anyway, when the two of them
started after you I came over to help you. We sure gave them what for!
You ended up with a bloody nose and I got a black eye. But the whole
playground cheered when you kicked Tommy in the nuts – he'd bullied
everyone for so long. Oh, and the dirty look the principal gave us when
he came into the office and there we were, reliving the blow-by-blow,
giggling about it, you holding a towel to you nose and me with an ice-
pack on my eye. Never bothered us again 'though, did they? Or anyone else
when we were around.
Who woulda thought that day we'd be here, fifteen years later.
You always played the "tomboy", tough-as-nails, but so kind and
sentimental on the inside. You cried when I accidentally hit that
squirrel with my bike. It was hurt bad and I wanted to put it out of it's
misery, but you...you went over and reached down to comfort it. Then it
bit you! The look on your face was hilarious: the shock, pain, and
confusion. I started laughing at you holding your bleeding hand and
swearing, at first angry then laughing yourself. Of course, they had to
kill the poor bugger anyway and test it for rabies and you had start
those shots in the stomach until the test came back negative. They let me
stay with you when you got the shots, even though we were both just kids.
You squeezed my hand so hard it hurt – but not as much as your pain from
those monster needles. I saw your jaw clench and the tears in your eyes.
Remember co-ed softball in junior-high? Everyone would underestimate
that short kid on third-base, until you'd explode into action. No one was
faster chasing down balls. Sure, I could hit a lot better but I couldn't
beat you at fielding, or stealing bases for that matter.
I don't know about you, but I'll never forget our first kiss. That hot
August night, lying in the grass, watching the Perseid meteors streak
overhead, just talkin' 'bout stuff. We both were quiet for a bit until
you rolled on to your side and, with your hand holding up your head said,
"I think I love you." You leaned over and kissed my cheek. I was
shocked. I mean, we'd been friends, like, forever but I'd never though
of it that way. I turned to face you and you reached out, pulled me in
and kissed me again, this time on the lips. I liked it. It felt good. It
felt right. Soon we were lost in more kisses and more. We kinda forgot
about the meteors.
By high school we'd both pretty much given up sports. I mean, I was
becoming Mr. Academic and you...well, you started down the art and design
path. You were making your own clothes by then and then started creating
pieces and even whole outfits for everyone in our group. Some of those
early getups were pretty goofy looking, even you have to admit that.
Still, we were all of us pretty much outcasts and your clothes helped to
reinforce that. You were cross-dressing all of us by then, in some form
or another, not just yourself. But damned if we didn't show them with
Midsummer.
Your costumes were perfect. You took moth-eaten crap that had been
hanging in the theater's attic and turned it into a something magical.
You outfitted the gods as Victorian ladies and gentlemen and the fairies
as sexless sprites. But Nick Bottom and his band were gender-confused,
free-spirits. You took what you normally dressed us in, twisted it a bit,
(which didn't seem possible but you did), and gave those "rude
mechanicals" a whole new form.
And then there was Titania. Her costume you made from scratch. Flowing
and diaphanous, hiding and highlighting the curves of the fairy queen; it
certainly drew more than a few comments. I'm surprised Ms. Johnson let
Jenny Williams wear it. But she was going to retire that year anyway so I
don't think she cared. And I think she had a thing for Jen. Now that I
think about it, almost everyone, male or female, had "a thing" for Jen at
one time or another – you and me included. After the show her mom came
storming back stage, swearing up and down that "Jen was not going to wear
that ‘slutty gown' tomorrow night"? Ms. Johnson finally got her calmed
down. Meanwhile, I had to hold you back so you wouldn't rip Mrs.
Williams' head off for calling your costume "slutty".
And here we are.... You're a successful designer, I'm a struggling
writer, and we're still a couple. Kinda incredible, isn't it?
Damn, it's getting late. I think just nodded off there for a bit; this
chair is pretty comfy. I'll just curl up here. I know you're sedated and
haven't heard a word I've said, although, I don't know. They say even
heavily sedated people are at least partly aware of what's going on
around them. So maybe you picked up some of it. Anyway, the doc says the
surgery went well and she doesn't think there'll be any problems. 'Though
you still got a bunch of healing to do and probably some pain for a
while, it looks like your sex finally matches your gender.
I'll be here with you all night and in the morning. And many more beyond.
I love you. Goodnight, sweetie.
© 2007 JLW