How did you meet your best friend(s)?
MOST PERFECT QUESTION EVER (TM)!
Because you see, it's a SAGA. And it may or may not mean that one of us isn't real! How fascinating!
There's even a picture to illustrate this fascinating story!
Okay, so as most people know, or have figured out, my best friend is Cyn. The best way to tell the story starts about three or four days into my freshman year of high school. I had a really, really bad middle school experience, so I pretty much had no friends when I started high school. On the first day, a girl randomly asked me if I had joined the drama club yet. Turned out she remembered me from some drama camp thing I'd done the year before, or something. I couldn't remember this girl at all, but I was lonely. So I started talking to her as we waited for our busses. It turned out we both road some of the last busses to arrive. Pretty soon, since I had nobody else to talk to, I made it a habit to find her after school. It was a few days before I even found out her name, LeAnn, because she'd had to go to the hospital the night before and was still wearing the bracelet, which I sneaked a look at.
LeAnn is important to this story, trust me. Because a few days into the school year, a new person joined the little group waiting at the bus stop. Somebody introduced us, and then somebody mentioned that I knew her stepbrother and stepsister. Turned out I did, I was friends with them both and had never realized they were related to each other, let alone had a step-sibling. This was Cyn.
Anyway, I don't even know how to explain it but Cyn and I hit it off fabulously. We started calling each other almost every night, we sat together at lunch, I moved my stuff into her locker (she was a year ahead of me so I had a locker with UPPERCLASSMEN, ooooh) because my lockermates sucked. (At my school, it was three to a locker. Every locker). We had classes right next to each other all the time, and I think it was the first weekend after we'd met that I went to her house for the first time.
In the process of our ramblings, she pulled out a photo album and showed me a picture of her girl scout troup from elementary school. She starts pointing to the girls and saying "There's so and so, and this is so and so..." Meanwhile I was confused, because I thought those girls were in MY girl scout troup.
Then she points to one girl and says "This girl is taking a picture of the person taking a picture, so there's a camera over her face. I don't remember who she is."
As I look more closely, I realize that the bag the girl has is the pink and green bag with turtles on it that I used to carry. And that this little girl is, in fact, ME.
Not only were we in girl scouts together, we also took ballet together a few years later and STILL didn't meet or become friends. We didn't even remember each other, we only pieced it together later because we had ballet at the same place at the same time, and there was only one class. I was friends with her stepbrother AND stepsister for years, and still we didn't meet or become friends.
So we think it was just karma catching up with us that within 24-hours of meeting we were best friends. And we have been for TWELVE YEARS. We joined color guard together, we spent almost every weekend hanging out. We were pretty much inseperable for the three years we were in high school, usually with LeAnn also around (she joined guard with us too). I don't remember us ever having a time when we were angry, not-speaking, or doing any of those typical high school friend things. We've just always been there for each other.
My husband, when I told him what I was writing, said to make sure I include the part of the story with the Native American tribe with the shrunken heads. So there, I mentioned it.
(No, there weren't any shrunken heads that I can recall...he's being himself).
Funny note: The other day, I asked a co-worker if she'd seen my best friend since I knew Cyn was loose in the store somewhere. She replied "No, I haven't seen him..." And I said, "No, Cyn, she looks a bit like me, thinner, with glasses..." My co-worker said she was going to tell my husband that I said he wasn't my best friend.
I replied that he already knows, and he does. He knew coming into this relationship that Cyn was, is, and always will be my best friend. She's Cyn, there's nobody like her.
Yes, I talked a lot about this. That's because Cyn is pretty dang special to me, and because I think our stories are funny. One day, maybe I'll tell you about the Halloween party with the poodle skirts, the chip dip, and the police.
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