We became the best of friends when I was young and weird. I was the new kid on the block - my parents were freshly divorced, I had a gay father, and a new house to explore. I am so grateful that my dad's boyfriend had sold your family a house right around the corner. He told me that there was a new girl moving in down the road and he thought you and I would really hit it off. Boy, did we hit it off or what? We basically became best friends.
I was new to riding a bicycle without training wheels but you road yours like a pro. Yes, I was about ten years old and I was still shaky on a bike...I was too nervous to learn, okay? Anyway...We would ride bikes all over the neighborhood throughout the day. You even taught me how to pop a wimpy wheelie when going over a part of sidewalk that was raised. We explored our neighborhood every single day and laughed. We hung out with a lot of other neighborhood kids, but we never got as close to them as we did with each other.
I will never forget going over to your house to hang out since it was extremely hot outside. We went in your basement and pretended like we were scientists. We made this "potion" out of glitter, paint, glue, and anything else we could find around us. We dared your brother to drink it but I don't really remember if he did it or not. We also watched Cadet Kelly on the Disney Channel that day too. I'm pretty sure we talked about life and our dreams for the future too.
One thing I also remember was that whenever I had my birthday, I would be so excited that you and I were the same age. However, you always had your birthday right after mine so we would only be the same age for a tiny bit. I was always so jealous of you being older for some reason. How silly, right? There really isn't anything I could do to change that.
You and I used to have sleepovers almost every weekend. It never mattered which house we stayed at, what mattered was staying up late, eating popcorn, talking, and watching TV. We grew really close because of those sleepovers, I'm sure. At both houses we would always have the basements to ourselves. At your house we would fall asleep on the comfy chairs or couches, and at my house we'd sleep on the futon. Each night was really fun and we would challenge each other to see who could stay up the latest. I really don't remember who won.
In my backyard we had this big bush thing that we made a fort in. We broke many branches and could even stand up in our secret fort. We made rooms such as the living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. We would use our imaginations to see an actual house and play in there for hours on end. I think we even had a picnic in our little "house" before. The entrance to it was always kept a secret since we moved branches in the way so no one would know of our hideout. I'm pretty sure we had a password to get in as well. However, at some point we had to relocate our fort since my dad and his boyfriend didn't like what we were doing. There was cul de sac behind my backyard that we found one day and there was yet another huge bush that we made a fort in. Just our luck, right? More hours were spent there on a regular basis since we had to rebuild our "house". There wasn't any complaining though since we always had fun.
You are the only friend that has ever came on a trip with me before. You got to go to New York to meet my dad's side of the family. We had to have a picture of your birth certificate and a letter from your parents saying that it was okay for you to go with us since we traveled through Canada. There weren't any problems while going through customs if I'm remembering correctly. The only problem was waiting in a really long line just to get back into the United States. I hate waiting for that! Anyway...we had an awesome weekend visiting the family. They all seemed to love you. We stayed at one of my aunt's houses since her and her family were in Florida going to Disney World. My dad, his boyfriend, my sister, you, and I had the whole house to ourselves and it was pretty relaxing. It was an awesome trip!
Sadly, I moved away to a bigger house and I believe you moved away too. Our friendship sort of died when that happened since we didn't see one another on a regular basis. We didn't have the same phone numbers so we couldn't call one another and hang out. Years went by before we spoke. It wasn't until high school when we realized that we were in the same school. We became friends on Facebook and messaged each other every once in a while, but we never hung out. Things were different now, I guess. We were older and we, I guess, barely new each other after being separated. Someone brought us back together though: your boyfriend.
I have been friends with your boyfriend for about four years and I love him as if he is my brother. Him and I became really close my senior year but started becoming great friends my junior year. What I hadn't known was the fact that you two knew each other. When I found out that the two of you were dating, I couldn't believe it. We were thrown together once again because you had come to the high school to pick him up one day. You and I talked and said that we needed to catch up. We began talking more and more on Facebook and became somewhat closer.
For Prom my senior year, I had a group of people show up at the mansion I used to live in. My dad's ex (the one who hooked our friendship together) still lived there and he was kind enough to let us take our pictures there. The two of us and our boyfriends took many pictures in the backyard along with a few other people who showed up a little later. We all got a picture on the marbled staircase too. It was a really great time. After Prom I had breakfast at my house and we all watched Paranormal Activity 2. I remember that you got pretty scared since you don't like scary movies all that much. But I'm sure you had fun either way. Speaking of scary movies...a year later we had a really big group go see Paranormal Activity 3 for the midnight showing after the Light Show at the high school. You ended up running out of the theater at the end because you got scared. It's all good, girl. Some people can't handle scary movies. It doesn't make me love you any less.
It wasn't until this past year though that we became as close as we are. You and I were having some boy issues: our boyfriends were being...difficult I guess is the right word. Things just seemed to be falling apart with both of our relationships. Well...mine did fall apart...but yours is still going strong! You and I talked a lot about our boyfriends and made each other feel better with certain advice. I always felt better talking to you. One day you invited me to go see the high school play since your boyfriend/my very good friend was in it. You picked me up from my mom's house and we went. It was a lovely play; many laughs were shared - just like old times.
Your boyfriend is going to the same school as I am next fall so I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you which is awesome! You told me to keep an eye on him and that I shall! I'm so glad that he brought us together again...I'm being completely honest. You and I were such great friends when we were younger and it's starting to get back to that. You're like a sister to me and I mean that. I love you very much and I cannot explain how happy I am that you and I have rekindled our friendship. I'm pretty sure that we'll grow even closer as the years go by.
With a whole lot of love and hope for the years to come,
Samantha
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