*A Star is a Girls Best Friend.*
Best friends.
It may mean something different to where you're from, but to me a best friend is a friend you usually hold higher over all of your other friends. A best friend is someone whose house you go over to everyday, stay until dark and then missed them when you got home. She would tell you if your new outfit was ugly, and not lie to you just to make you feel good. Someone you've been everywhere with, even to 3 different states. And even though you’ve known them for a little over a year you feel like you've know them since you were born. Normally when you love someone that way, you try everyway to make them happy. And when you see them mistreated you try almost anything to make it right or just knock someone off with a baseball bat. That is the reason I'm sitting here on my second-hand couch writing this. While my tomato soup runs cold, I keep on recollecting the story of my life, and two of my best friends.
Polly and Brigette.
You see, I was never the type of person to keep my mouth shut or pass the chance to scream my option in someone’s face. Brigette and Polly were the same way, even thought they weren't that good of friends, Brigette, was more quiet and Polly never had my self-confidence, Polly always thought that nobody liked her, which the sad truth was nobody really did. But I tried my best to help her see though it all and help her think like I did, I guess you could say we were the outcasts.
"To hell with them Polly! We are so much cooler than they are, they're just jealous!”
She would just laugh.
Brigette was a different story, you can’t teach someone not to be shy, I remember there was this boy we both liked and every time we saw him, she would choke up and never say anything.
"Brige! You’ve got to stop this shy thing, you're so beautiful. Any guy would give anything to be with you!"
With her pale clear face just like a babys, her sparkling hazel eyes, and a body like a model, anyone would die to look like her. She was never that skinny but she made a size nine look great. And even though she got to the boy before I did, I never got jealous for one second. When Brigette and I were together we always had a great time, we would go to parties, go out in town and hang with our skater friends. We had at least 9 or 10 friends who skateboarded, it seemed over a course of three years each one of them tried to teach us how to skate, but we never got the hang of it. Climbing on buildings, getting on the roof of the library, running from the cops, driving around listening to NOFX and our other lame punk bands we loved were only a few things we did all week.
I must say our favorite time was when we stayed all night at our friend Vickie’s in town down from the library and went walking in shorts and tank tops at 9 in the morning to the coffee shop for cappincos. Even thou they were 3 dollars in a little cup, they were worth it. And on the way back it started snowing, it was the first snow of the season.
On the other hand, back to Polly, one word would sum up our adventures together.
Trouble.
Now, Polly and I went places that didn’t involve being with lots of people, expect when we went to shows. Usually we would sword fight with posters in Wal-Mart, drink vodka and play in the snow at 3 in the morning, and write "Mayor Fannin is a fag" on his campaign posters. I swear I never heard her so pissed off as the time I ran off to West Virginia after I graduated from high school in June of 04. I only came back to KY only one time that summer, it wasn’t a wonderful visit either, I had gotten an call from a crying Polly at 12:30 at night telling me that one of our best friends Ryan had died in a car wreak.
I cried for a week. I went to the services, I never thought I would ever lose one of my best friends until then, it was the most awful feeling ever.
Unfortunately, the deal in West Virginia didn’t work out due to a angry sister, her pissed off boyfriend and my fist to his face that ended up my wrist being broken, I was back at my mommas in my hometown by November.
When I got back she had a nice sit down with me, I told her everything that happened and that I would never run off without her again. And to make it up to her when I visited my sister in WV, when everything had cooled down I took her with me so we could go see our two favorite bands play at a bar in Huntington. That night was great, I got in the mosh pit and tried to get on stage, but its kind of hard to get on a stage that comes up to your waist and you have on 3 year old high heeled sandals.
One thing I always found fond about Polly was she had a gay uncle, I mean extremely gay. He was very well dressed, had a nice car and had a liking to Christina Aluigua and Cher, their music only of course. He also took to getting drunk on peach vodka and dancing to It's Raining Men in Polly's living room. If you ever get the chance to see a drunken gay man dance, please do so it’s very entertaining, they don’t dance like straight guys or hot girls, they wave their arms and hop like the ground is on fire. I have nothing against gay guys personally, I like them very much.
When I started going back out in town at the end of July in the new year of 05, I got to see and all my friends again anytime I wanted, I didn’t have to go home every night now since I was out of school, it was freedom I never had before. I barely got to see Brigette, while I was in West Virginia she went and got pregnant by her first, engaged and moved to Cliffside apartments by the college. But of course I was there two hours after she gave birth to Adrienne Wesley Osborne, at Highlands’s hospital just two miles from my house. He was so beautiful where he only weighted 5 pounds, but that still didn’t take away his mothers beauty he had. I barely saw her much after that she usually stayed at her house with the baby.
Those few months after I moved back to KY were especially hard on me and I took to drinking, very much actually. I turned twenty one in august of that year, and didn’t do anything for my birthday but hang out with two of my friends Justin and Brad down where I lived. I wanted to go to town and do something more interesting or find some people to hang out with but I couldn’t find a ride, so I rode on the back of Brad's bicycle to the liquor store a mile down the road and bought us some Mike's Hard Lemonade. I didn’t fancy the taste very much, it was too tangy. I would have preferred some Smirnoff so I decided to give the rest of the bottles to Brad and Justin whom they gladly took and we went up on Merry Luck to drink.
*Merry Luck- a hang out place made of a circle of trees somewhere in the woods, where in the middle was nothing but grass.
At the end of August I finally got to go out in town for a memory service for this boy in town I knew. He was friends with all my guy friends but I never really talked to him just seen him out about skating. The thing was he was at college and was running track and had a heart attack or some sort. Anyhow, there was a memory service for him at the stage with bands and stuff and I went, I mostly hung out at the tattoo shop and met a new friend named Shana. She was very cool, she had black hair and pretty tattoos and such, and I spent the night with her and got horribly drunk on Jim Bean. I felt like shit in the morning.
I stayed out in town for about a week just randomly staying at my friend’s houses and having a blast, after awhile Shana and I got a job together at this new diner in town and I moved in with her. We always had a lot of fun, and my need for alcohol lifted, I felt like I didn’t need it any longer to feel happy, I lived with her until the end of October because I came down sick and wanted to go home and stay for a while. I went back every other weekend to Shana's but didn’t stay much because she was always at work. New Years came along and we had a huge argument, a bottle of brandy to be the cause of it, and she told me to leave in the morning and never talk to her again.
Possibly heartbroken and depressed I went back to my mommas and stayed until I moved in with another one of my friends in town, my friend Brandon (which he was gay and I never knew!). I started staying a lot with my other friends then, I stayed with Polly for three days and we barely slept, watching movies and playing on the internet, it felt like old times. Within those 2 months I lived there I hung out everyday with my friends Joshua, Jerry, Megan and Kristian. They would come down and stay for days at a time, one night we all went to Wal-Mart and Kristian wanted a goldfish, and known to all of us, Joshua was partially in love with her so he bought her one and we put it in a water jug he bought for 68 cents. We all decided to name him/she Nemo.
That poor goldfish, we took that thing everywhere, Taco Bell, hotels, in the car when we would drive around bored. I wasn’t surprised when it died 2 weeks later. Probably the most messed up night would have been the night before Valentines Day. Kristian, Megan, some random girl I didnt know, Josh and I were all sitting in Megan’s car drinking, in Brandon's driveway. (Well they were anyway) As it snowed we were trying to decide where to put the beer bottles at, and I had the idea to throw them off the bridge down the road, then Kristian was like,
"Ok! Or we can break them in the middle of the road down by the bridge," And she gave a heart filled drunken laugh.
"It’s an idea," Megan said and started to back out of Brandon's drive way.
If all of us had some sense at the time we would have known better than to get out on the ice covered road at 11:30 at night, but of course... we didnt. As we were driving down the road Kristian started chucking beer bottles out her passenger window onto the road and into unknowing peoples yards. We were maybe five feet from that bridge when the impossible, horrible happened.
The car stopped.
She checked the gas gage and we were on empty, like retards we all started laughing and Kristian said, "Don’t worry! I'll restart and we will have enough to get back to his house,"
Well I didnt think it would work but somehow we got back to his house, but the bad thing was, there was this huge hill to get up to his driveway. Well Josh had this smart idea to get to the bottom of the hill and gas it until we got to the top of the hill. Taking Josh's good advice we did but we lucked out again and completely ran out of gas in the middle of the hill. We started rolling back and of course we all were screaming, some laughing, Josh screaming, "HIT THE BRAKES!" and so on. Megan tried to get back down to the bottom of the hill without crashing into something, and we crashed into something anyway, a mailbox, the side of the hill, a deep ditch and possibly a person.
Just joking about the person, we didn’t hit anyone.
Well we were stuck, stuck in a very deep ditch with very iced roads.
"Well Josh, got any more bright ideas?" Kristian sighed, laying her head on the steering wheel.
"We can all get out and try and push it up the hill."
We all decided it was worth a shot, Kristian, Josh and I got out of the car and walked to the trunk and had a good laugh as I slipped and fell on my face on the icy road. Megan was in the driver’s seat going to steer and push the gas petal to see if it would help any. Well, pushing that car didnt help any and just made things worse, if everything couldn’t get worse already. We pushed that car into a deeper part of that ditch.
We all agreed hell with the stupid car and tried to think of some other ways to get the car out. We sat there until it was 3:30 in the morning listening to the radio and decided it was too cold to try anything else right now we would just walk to the gas station in the morning. Walking frozen into Brandon’s house we all four crashed into the floor with a tiny blanket over us and fell asleep.
For Joshua it had to be wonderful to wake up on Valentines Day sleeping with three other girls. It wasn’t for us though, we didnt get enough sleep, it was about 8:30 and we all were bitchy, grouchy and hungry.
"I have an idea, we can call Jerry to come and pull our car out with his," Kristian said as soon as she opened her eyes.
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ill write more one day if i ever get bored lol
