Lily

Wendy and I have been best friends since second grade when this girl named Jodie Perkins, who had been held back twice and was already freaking ginormous to begin with, pushed me off the monkey bars.

Which isn't something you'd think would make a pair of best friends, but when I got back from the nurse's office Jodie didn't waste anytime, she came right up to me and apologized.

I didn't know what happened, I didn't care. Wendy gave me her last Bubbles sticker, because she knew which powerpuff girl I liked. Which explained why my locker and all my books were covered in sugar, spice and everything nice. Stickers from a girl who wasn't even my best friend yet. Just a girl that a played with most of the time. We hadn't had our first sleep over. We didn't even sit by each other at lunch.

Wendy never liked powerpuff girls. I did. After we started hanging out she only watched it with me because it made me happy.

Wendy was always weird like that, she was this callous, bitter- for lack of a more graceful word- bitchy and depressed girl who even at the ripe old age of six and a half never liked anybody, even though everybody seemed to like her really well.

But she liked me, at least better than she liked anyone else at the time. And for Wendy, that was really all you could ever ask for.

When she got to pick a prize in class, instead of picking the Batman stickers that I know she would have rather had, she got the powerpuff girls stickers that she knew I wanted.

When we got to go for recess she always played on the swings with me, even though she preferred the monkey bars. Because we both knew I just wasn't suited for climbing.

So when I got to pick a prize in class, I always got the Batman stickers so she could plaster her locker and her books with them and I could have them for her when she got hurt jumping off the swings.

And when Jodie Perkins pushed my clutzy butt off the monkey bars that Wendy loved so much, Wendy made Jodie Perkins eat dirt until I got back from the nurse and apologized.

Which took about fourteen minutes, for your information.

My best friend, who probably weighed around sixty pounds soaking wet, made the school bully eat dirt for fourteen minutes until I got back from the nurse so she could apologize.

Makes you wonder who the real bully was, huh?

In any case, nobody ever bothered me again. Except Wendy. Wendy probably made me cry twice a week till middle school. The big question is, was it worth it?

"Tiger Lily! Foods almost ready, where's Wendy?" My Mama chirped as she watched Daddy flip the burgers and fiddle with a tin foil basket I knew had to be Wendy's dinner.

"I called her house phone, nobody answered. She must be on her way." I smiled. I will always be grateful for how understanding my parents are. The first time I brought Wendy over for a sleep over, sometime after her suspension for the whole Jodie Perkins fiasco, my mom was really worried about her anger issues. You know, with the whole dirt thing. But when Wendy's mom dropped her off in the snow in her pajamas without shoes or a winter coat, she kind of just became the big sister I never had. My parents snatched my best friend up like she was made of gold and ever since then there has always been a place set at dinner for Wendy. The year after fourth grade when her real little sister was born, little Shelly-Belly was invited too.

Wendy never liked to have to bring her sister along, but when she had too, she had too. I mean, we barely saw Shelly while we were at my house anyways. We were like eight or nine and Shelly could just barely walk, my mom just ate that up. I'm kind of the only child, I guess I kind of tore mom up on the way out. My parents are always really good at saying its not my fault, and I know its not, but I can't help but kind of feel sorta responsible for it sometimes. Anyways, for one reason or another, my Mama can't have any more babies. So Wendy and Shelly really brightened up their world, I think. They always seem happier when there's kids in the house. It breaks my heart how old me and Wendy got, because Shelly has her cousin Desiree now, so whenever Wendy comes Shelly goes to her aunt's house. I know my parents would love to have Shelly over too, but they just feel weird about asking. I do my best to get her here every so often. I've never seen Wendy's mom turn down a free baby sitter and Wendy has detention at least two or three times a week.

Of course Wendy seldom serves detention. One time in eighth Vice Principal Hinds gave her a Saturday SAC, which is like all day detention starting at six in the morning on Saturday, for getting caught texting her mom for like the tenth time. So she took her phone like they're supposed too, but Wendy's mom-

"Lil?"

Geeze. All this thinking about Wendy has me hearing her voice.

Anyways, they called Wendy into the office and tried to call her mom, but she didn't answer. So, Wendy innocently told them that if they called from her cell phone she would answer.

So they did. -

Do you guys hear like... a popping noise? Oh. Wait, nevermind. I guess its just me in here. Duh.

So they used Wendy's cell phone to call her mom and they put her on speaker and the whole office hears Wendy's mom screaming at the top of her lungs that her daughter will call, text or effing carrier pidgin her whenever she needs her too. That she won't be serving the Saturday SAC and that if her cell phone wasn't returned that moment that she was going to walk right up into our school and, her words flat out, staple her to her effing desk.

The Vice Principal pretended she didn't hear it, but that was one of the years Peter, who weirdly enough was the office aid for both Wendy's bad years, heard everything and his desk was all the way across the administration office.

Isn't that craz- I swear I can hear some kind of weird snapping sound...

Oh.

"Liiiiiilllyyyy. Earth to Lily." Wendy snapped her fingers loudly in front of Lily's face. "Dude. Seriously? Snap out of it."

By the time Lily had noticed Wendy was sitting next to her, the food Wendy had set right under her nose had cooled enough for her to eat it.

Not that it bothered Wendy any. She was happy enough occasionally scalding her tongue if it meant she could shovel food in her any faster.

"You brought me a cheese burger." Lily smiled as she handed Wendy a napkin. "With pickles and ketchup."

Wendy swallowed the mouthful of food she'd been battling and gave Lily a dumb look before wiping the butter and the little pieces of corn away with her sleeve.

"Yeah?" Wendy said as she picked up a fork and started on the fried zucchini. "Did you start liking something else on your cheese burgers?

"How did you know I wanted potato salad?" she asked as she did her best to look like a lady while trying to fit a giant disc of meat into her mouth.

"Look Bubbles, you've pretty much been eating the same thing since- forever." Wendy started picking at her own potato salad "You like dill pickles on your burgers and you like sweet relish on your hot dogs. You'd eat potato salad every day if your mom would let you and you don't like cake."

Lily gave her an insane look just before noticing the two huge pieces of cake on a side plate strategically placed behind a rather large center piece.

"Which is why, I'm eating it for you. Because I'm -such- a good friend." Wendy barely had time to finish her Mean Girls impersonation before Lily tackled her to the ground, her hand full of cake.

And while Lily was sitting on top of her laughing and smearing chocolate sheet cake all over Wendy's face, Wendy did her very best to not choke to death laughing while trying to eat as much of the cake as possible.

Wendy tried to roll, but she was just not big enough. She was laughing too hard, her mind warped by chocolate and her body heavy under her significantly more solid best friend, she heaved and tried again to lift her friend off of her, with no success. Wendy struggled to reach the other piece of cake as she wormed and wiggled closer Lily lost her balance. Wendy saw the opportunity and she rolled her hysterical best friend onto the ground under her. As she grasped the second piece of cake and looked it over, Lily caught a look in her eye she'd never seen.

"Oh my gosh, Wednesday!" She could barely breath through her giggles "Are you like in love with that cake or what? You don't even look at your boyfriend like that!"

And with out a second thought Wendy licked the top layer of frosting off the cake and smeared it across Lily's entire face.

"I have been known to have strong feelings about cake." Wendy laughed as she stood up and offered her best friend a hand up.

But neither girl could help but remember that one time in second grade when that bitch Jodie Perkins pushed Tiger Lily off the monkey bars because she had a weird name and then her best friend Wendy, who was always and is still to this day the smallest in their class, smashed that fat whore's head into a monkey bar and then made her eat dirt for fourteen minutes while Wendy's neighbor Peter took pictures.

Okay, Okay. Serious shit next chapter. Promise.

I'm just all happy. Its not March.

You know I only write good in March.

My bad bros.

I love you all though. And to be fair that is two updates in a night.

So. I think I'm doing alright.

So... Reviews for meee? Puh-lease.

MXM