Always Be There For Your Friends Read Count : 110

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     A really good friend of mine—I’d call her a sister, but we’ve hooked up a few times, so... yeah—used to host a Halloween party every year about a week or two before the end of the month. She is a stunningly beautiful woman and had always been since I first met her back in the third grade when she moved here. With her sky blue eyes sweetly placed symmetrically in the face of a young Brooke Shields, she instantly became a popular student. It would still take me awhile before I could reach her status of popularity, but that’s another story. 
     It had been a few years since she had thrown a party, so this year she decided to bring back our annual party. She sent out invites on Facebook just like she had done for many previous years and waited for responses. 
     A week later... 
     With the party only days away, she checked to see how many people she needed to make preparations for. Behind the blue oceans in her eyes, gentle waves crashed, forcing their way out. She held the waves back long enough to read back over what she just had read to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her, playing some sick evil game. 
     They weren’t, though. Out of the hundreds of friends she had invited, only a few rsvp’d. Not even half of them were even interested. 
     I said yes to the invite the day I received it. I had not seen my gorgeous childhood friend since she was married the year before. When I arrived, there was no line of cars parked around the block, there was no loud music thumping, no sound of life anywhere. 
     After I knocked on the door, we met eye-to-eye, then embraced in a long, much needed hug. She wasn’t upset, though. Behind her were five or six close friends playing drinking games. At least she still had them. 
     “Well, this is it.” She welcomed me inside. “Some party. I guess I’m not that popular anymore,” she laughed, along with everyone else. 
     Even though she was laughing, I could sense there was still some hurt, some pain leftover. I had to reassure her... 
     “Hey, you are popular. And you’ll always be to me. Everyone our age has ‘grown-up,’ they have families and junk. I know every single one of them would’ve loved to be here, but their spouses and kids have kidnapped that from them. These people here are your real friends. Better, your loved ones that care deeply for you. We are the ones who would drop everything for you to make sure you were happy.”
     I felt that was a good place to stop. Besides, I could see her tears were just dying to come out. We hugged once more. And while we held each other, I had to say it—
     “Fuck those assholes anyway!”

     The party was nowhere near as big and crazy as it used to be, but I loved it like that. I didn’t want a bunch of loud, drunk people, or kids I hadn’t seen since high school, or people I’d never met before. This was the party I wanted. Calm, chill, hanging out with close friends and getting real. And it turned out, that’s exactly what she wanted, too. 

     Well, I guess this is growing up.

Comments

  • Oct 15, 2018

  • At the end of the day, it's not the quantity that matters but the quality. People come and go all the time for whatever reason but there will always be tnose that stay. The numbers may not be impressive but hey, at least you know who's true to you. I'm glad she's got you in her life. You're a true friend. 💜

    Oct 15, 2018

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