Santana and I have always been best friends. Literally always. We've always lived in the same neighbourhood, we went to kidergarten together, we went to primary school together, and here we are; high school. Toghether, again.
It feels like only yesterday we were 4 years old we played in the park, as our moms sat on the bench chatting. We never even fough over the toys, like kids always to. It was okay for us to take each other's toys, because even then we trusted each other and I guess we kind of knew that the other one will eventually give the toy back. But if somebody else took one of my toys, Santana would yell at them and often even make them eat sand or dirt or whatever was the closest to grab. I would make the same thing. Well, without that sand and dirt thing. I would nicely tell them that if they don't give Santana her toy back, I'd call my dad, and my dad was a police man, which scared the shit out of the other kids.
Or that time when we were in kindergarten and everybody laughed at me because I peed my pants, Santana was the one who told them to stop laughing or, let me qoute her, she'd pull all of their hair out so they'd be even uglier than they already are. Then she took my hand and helped me get changed. I remembered I cried in the bathroom, and she hugged me and told me that everything's going to be alright and that they won't make fun of me anymore. I trusted her so I believed what she said. And it was true, they never made fun of me again.
Another memory that I can't erase is the first day of school. We entered the building holding hands, because I was scared that I'd get lost among the other kids. I don't know if she held my hand just to make me feel safer, or to make herself feel safer. She always told me that everything's better when I'm around.
We were literally inseperable through primary school.
Once, I was sick, so I didn't go to school, and Santana came over in the afternoon crying and yelling at me because she didn't have anybody else to hang out with. I calmed her down and we watched cartoons until her mom picked her up in the evening. I remember she fell asleep in my arms and I told her mom to be careful not to wake her up.
What Santana didn't tell me is that kids from school made fun of her for being alone all the time that day. I guess she was too proud to tell me.
There are a lot more memories; hanging out in the park, sleepovers, picnics in her treehouse, trying on nail polishes and make up when we were around 13, dressing up just for fun, helping each other with homework, dancing, laughing, screaming… I loved every minute we spent together.
And here we are. High school.
