As we walk away from the dinner that I will refer to as "The Demise" I'm thinking a million and one thoughts all at once. Noticing my apparent sullen demeanor, Sam jokingly said "Flying Midget, you have been quiet since dinner and hon you are never quiet. So, I suggest you just come on out with cuz you know you can't keep anything from me" Muddling over my thoughts, I begin realize that this is my best friend since birth who has also seen me in many stages of undress why am I bein such a coward?
Swallowing deeply and turning to face my best friend since conception I whisper "Sam, I think I'm in love with you."
As silence permeated the air and my eyes filled with tears something shifted ,and in that moment I knew that we would never be the same.
Samuel Evans and I have been best friends since the womb , we sort of had no choice in the matter for Mary Wright-Evans and Janet Carter-Jones had made sure of that. Our mothers had been college roommates who claimed that once they met "it was Kismet" and the rest was history.
Born the same year with only two weeks between us Sam and I much like our mothers had been inseparable. So much so that every year from age 1 to 13 we shared birthday parties (Which I think was also a ploy from both sets of parents to save money, but I'm not complaining). All through high school we both held our respective roles within the high school hierarchy, he being the popular jock and I fulfilling the inbetweener role ( you know, the place where you're not too popular ,but also not the dude in your home room wearing the cape) successfully, and although ,we belonged to different cliques we knew that our friendship would always come first. After graduation we went our separate ways, with him heading to Clemson while I ventured to Howard , but even with states between us our friendship endured with the help of weekly Skype dates and daily texts. Post graduation and New York came a calling and we threw caution to the wind and off we went. Sam wanted to start his own graphic design firm and I had my dreams of being a singer. Of course our dreams were left for after our day jobs, for in order to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bellies we had to have something called "a real job". Working as a music teacher with Sam as a copy writer we were living the dream. Working hard and playing hard was motto, of course we both indulged in having our respective partners , but none were ever taken seriously. We were the three musketeers minus one until...
Julia Bennett
