Ode To A Best Friend

Okay, so go to Google and type in "define: ode" and here is what comes up, "a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject, often elevated in style or manner and written in varied or irregular meter." Now I'm not a big poetry person, and even if I was I probably wouldn't admit it, so I'm not going to make this an actual poem. But I like the name, so let's keep it.

And by the by, this post was somewhat a request and somewhat a complaint, she knows who she is.

I can say that I am not 100% sure how I met this girl. But here is what I do remember: we were in the eighth grade (ugh! middle school!) and I got kicked out of my lunch table, reasons still unbeknownst to me, and a friend of mine invited me to sit at her table. Enter Jessica. She was one of the other girls at the table. And I don't know why we became friends because just between you and me, she was a little weird and not someone I would normally hang out with. Because she was, you know, all nice and crap. And did I mention how weird her boyfriend was?

Somehow, we became best friends. We have spent weekends together at her lake house. I was there for her first and only real breakup, even though she did the breaking. She was there a few months later when I went through something similar. We were there for each other when we needed to find our first prom dresses. I deal with her big butt and she deals with my big mouth. Somehow, she got me through honors English during sophomore year. For which I will always admire her because I'm sure that was not an easy task. But at the same time, I got her through Algebra two at the same time, because she sucks at math. Which is, very possibly, the only thing in the world she is good at. 

And now, after moving away from her and then moving again, even further, our bond is stronger than ever (sounds dorky I know). She has introduced me to so many new things and new experiences that I would be a much duller person without her. And I'm not just saying that because I know she's reading this. 

If you ask me, I have become the person I actually am, mostly, over the last five or six years. And with out her, I would be a very different person (probably a much meaner person without her niceties to help level me out). But on the flip side, I think that without me, she wouldn't have gotten the presidential award in gym class freshman year because, being the dancer and the flexible one, I helped her get the sit n' reach score she needed. And she wouldn't have had the courage to dump that meat head at the end of sophomore year.

And now, I sit at my computer scrounging for wedding ideas because together, we are planner her perfect wedding to her perfect guy. Because she is such an amazing person that I, as the maid of honor, will accept nothing better than perfect for her wedding. Even if I have to kill someone to make that happen.

If you ask her she'll say that every tall girl needs a short best friend (even though we're almost the same height) and if you ask me, I'll say that every ginger needs a brunette best friend. I love you Jessica Paige, and whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me for a really long time.