Have you ever been so confused with life that you didn't know where to go, who to go to, or what to do about it all?
Well, welcome to my life. Even if you haven't felt this way, welcome to this thing I call life; or at least I'm told is life.
It was an average day for me in my mid-senior year. The wind was a light breeze, to say the most. It was April and everything seemed to be going according y to the plans I had set in my mind.
Yes; my school was that predictable.
I walked into my social studies class and sat in my assigned seat next to one of three of my best friends, Alex Gaskarth.
I've known Alex since sixth grade; when he moved next door, our friendship blossomed. We instantly clicked and we have been extremely close ever since then.
The social studies teacher walked into our large classroom and started lecturing us on the French Revolution in a monotone voice.
"As you see by your text, King Louis XVI was not a good man. He pushed unfair taxes and land divisions toward the third estate. The third estate…" she continued to go on and on and on until I could hardly keep myself awake.
That's when Alex passed me a note. "Hey." The note read. I could hardly read his scrawl-like handwriting
"Hai. What's up?" I wrote onto the piece of notebook paper. I folded it back up discretely before handing it back t him, not wanting to get caught.
"Nothing much. Just passing notes with you :3"
Heh.
An emoticon.
Cute.
"Obviously…"
"Hey, wanna hand out after school today?"
"I'll see, mom's been suspicious lately"
"Okay. Text me?"
"Sounds Good."
The bus ride home was sort of normal. It was quiet as the other students whispered to one another. Yes, whispered. Our bus driver was in the usual terrible mood to say the least. I sat next to another of the three best friends of mine, Rian Dawson. He lived a few houses away from me, but he was always there when II needed him.
When we got off the bus and parted ways, I saw my third best friend, Zack Merrick. He lived nest to Alex and I met him around the same time that I met Rian; Kindergarten. I decided to walk over to him. "Hey!' I said.
"Oh, hey Sammi," He said, looking up from his iPod aand taking out one of the blue earbuds.
"Whattcha listening to?" I asked, taking the iPod from his hands. "Ah…Mayday Parade," I smiled at him, which he returned by offering me the unoccupied earpiece. I put it in my ear and the song "Oh Well, Oh Well" filled my ears.
I smiled and thought to myself, my favorite..
We eventually made it up and down our street and up my driveway.
"I've gotta go, Zack. Text me?" I asked. He nodded and smiled as he started to walk back in the direction of his house. He was the quiet type, which I admired.
I entered my house to find a note aon the table next to a can of Monster Energy and the new Mayday Parade CD. I picked up the piece of paper and read it to myself.
"Samantha, I had to go on a business trip. I should be back in a week or two. Sorry to spring this on you so quickly. I brought you something to drink and a new CD. Behave. I'll call when I can.
-Mom"
I had some trouble reading her handwriting, but thankfully, after seventeen years in her house, I was able to read it.
I carried the note and CD and drink to my room, placing the CD on my cd rack and the note and drink on my desk.
I texted Alex and Zack, after what seemed like thirty minutes, I got bored of waiting and went outside.
A tall, lanky teenager, with black hair and that looked my age was carrying boxes into the house next to mine. It was about time we got neighbors… I walked toward him. "May I help you?" he asked me with curiosity on his face and in his voice.
"Actually," I started, "I was going to ask you that. I live right next door,"
"Thanks, that would be great." He said with a sigh that showed some relief.
"Any time." I stated, picking up two of the larger boxes and started to walk toward his door, with the stranger following me.
"Jack, if you would ch-" She focused her eyes on me. "Oh…Now who may you be?"
"I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sammi."
"Well, I'm Sherri Barakat, you obviously know Jack, mind if I ask how?"
"Oh, I just met him outside. He looked like he was struggling with the boxes, so I thought I would help. I live right next door."
"Oh, alright then. Jack, Sammi, I'll take care of the rest of the stuff if you would like to go out and have fun for a little while?"
Jack and I were sitting under a large oak tree in the park outside of our quiet street. We were exactly alike.
Shall I say a fourth best friend?
Maybe…just maybe.
Nobody was around. We could do practically whatever we wanted without getting caught.
Just two kids… No consequences.
He put his arm around my waist and let out a sigh of happiness. And, of course me being the easily pleased type of girl that I was, I started to blush. Jack giggled and poked my side. "Somebody's blushing…!" he said in a childish tone. Which, of course, made me blush even more.
"Oh really? I hadn't noticed!" I joked. God, this night was amazing.
We arrived at his house to find his mother gone, a note sat taped to the counter.
"Jack, I had to go to your aunt's house. I've unpacked, all you have to do is organize your room. I should be back Monday.
-Mom."
He sighed and I decided to speak up. "It's Easter break at the high school I go to. We don't go back until next Thursday. My mom's out of town if you want to stay the night?"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" We both burst out laughing. "I get lonely when my Mom's on business trips because I don't have any siblings and my parents divorced. You just moved here and I don't want you to be lonely, too."
He laughed and nodded his head in approval. "Seems like a good idea." He said smiling. "I'll go get my stuff. So see you later?"
I nodded, smiled, and left.
We watched a few movies. Played some video games. And prank called Alex, Rian, and Zack. I happened to have become extremely tired, come 3 AM. "I'm tired…I'm gonna go to bed." I yawned. He smiled.
"Night," he simply responded.
He slept on my bedroom floor (Because I'm a greedy asshole that didn't want to give up my bed).
Friendship.
It's a lovely thing, isn't it?