In eighth grade, I became the new kid. I didn't have any friends, but I was determined to make some. I walked into chorus on the first day of school and sat next to this girl named Jamie. She and I clicked and started becoming friends. Jamie and I went camping, and we were pretty much inseparable after that. She and I did most things together, and her old best friend was getting kinda jealous. Well to be blunt, she hated me. She felt as though her best friend was being stolen from her, and I can't blame her. I mean I was kind of doing just that.
Jamie and I stayed close through freshman year of High School, and Lydia continued to hate me, and honestly, I hated her too. I didn't know why exactly, but I felt like I was supposed to.
When sophomore year rolled around Lydia, Jamie and I tried to start hanging out together to avoid unnecessary drama. It was SO AWKWARD. Lydia and I didn't talk to each other. We both just talked to Jamie and tried to pretend that the other one wasn't there.
The more I got to know Lydia I questioned how I could ever hate her. She is hilarious. She is literally my soul in another body.
Junior year came and Jamie got a serious boyfriend and started hanging out with him more like most people do. She and I drifted apart, but Lydia and I stayed close. We bonded over some of the stupidest things in the world, like our love of napping.
As time went by I realized that she was one of my Best Friends. This girl that hated me, and me her, had become my person. She was so unexpected, and yet so necessary. Now a day apart feels like a month, and a week apart feels like a year.
Lydia and I have the kind of friendship where we can sit in silence for hours and be comfortable. We can go out and have a blast, or we can go to the grocery store and have fun. She and I could be doing the most mundane thing and have a blast doing it.
She's the type of friend that I will call at 2 A.M. to go steak and shake with me.
She's the type of friend that I will cry to for hours and she'll just listen.
She's the type of friend that will record me running through Walmart with a Superman backpack on with one hand on my hip and the other in the air, and still bring it up a year later.
She's the type of friend that will laugh at me when we go on the Sky Buckets at Six flags while I cry because I'm afraid that we will fall to our death.
She accepts me for who I am and all my flaws.
So if you hate someone right now and don't know why. Stop and take a second to think about my story. This could be you too. You could find your Best Friend soul mate. Not everyone is what they seem.
Lydia for sure wasn't.
