Megan lived about two houses down. So, I don't know why she was
in such a hurry to leave.
She has this little, beige house--smack dead on the corner of the
block. Her mother was a landscaping freak and her father was some
kind of big-shot lawyer.
Whenever I come over, I try to have as little conversation with
either of them as possible.
----Since kindergarten, Megan and I have been good friends. I
don't know how because we don't really see eye-to-eye with
anything. It all began when she asked to borrow my purple crayon,
and I went over to her house that evening to get it back. Yes,
yes. I know. That's weird of me.
But, she kept my only purple crayon! So, instead of asking
for it back on my own, I whined to my mom about it when I got
home. And, she took me to get it. Megan was astounded to have
another kid visit her house--even if it was for collection
purposes. I was willing to forgive her if she would just give me
my purple crayon back… It's a pretty sad story, but we've been
friends ever since.----
As the three of us walked inside Megan's house, she yelled
shrilly, "Mom! Dad! I have Cat and Jen over!"
She didn't even give me time to go hide somewhere… Oh my god…
In minutes, her mother emerged from the kitchen with a hand full
of begonias and a broken vase. She looked like a wet cat; her
hair was all damp and clinging to her neck and shoulders, and her
clothes were soaked.
I tried my hardest to keep myself from laughing, but to no avail.
I looked over at Cat, and she looked back at me with glassy eyes;
she was much better at holding in her laughs than me, but I could
see that it wouldn't be long before she exploded. To relieve
myself and to kill the tension, I started first.
I let out a raucous chortle, nearly snorting in the process, and
Catherine chimed in behind me, laughing hysterically without
"Oh my gosh, moooooooom," Megan whined. "What did you do?"
Megan's mother bit her bottom lip and turned to welcome the
latter of us.
"Catherine, how nice to see you again. And Jennifer," she gasped,
"I haven't seen you in ages! You look so much like your--your
father," she said hesitantly, smiling as if it hurt.
"Heh… That's a new one," I responded calmly.
"Mom, omg, you're so weird! You're scaring my friends!" Megan
intervened quickly, shoving her mom into the kitchen.
She came back with a box of cookies and some chips and hurriedly
ushered us up to her room.
I totally stole Megan's bed and laid across it as if it were my
own. She tried to sit at the foot of it, but I kicked her off.
"My bed," I whined, eyes half open.
She sat on the floor with Cat, putting together something… beads?
I can't really remember what. But, I did hear her tell Cat how
her father broke a vase and her mother chased him outside. And,
he sprayed her with the water hose.
I was too tired to pay attention to much of anything else. They
talked and talked, and their voices droned on forever. Then, I
heard the magic words: "that new guy."
My ears perked up, and I rolled over out of the bed into Cat's
"What new kid?" I asked with large eyes. "What new guy?"
"Um, his name is… Michael! I think," Catherine said, scratching
She had a pretty head of shoulder length, dirty-blonde hair. She
squinted her pale-green eyes and pursed her taut, upper lip and
her plump, bottom lip tightly together to form a straight line
across her face.
"What…?" I responded, a bit offended at her gaze.
Her face turned red. "Why are you so interested in the new guy?"
Megan stared stupidly, and nodded her head in agreement; she
wanted to know the same thing.
"Well," I began, attempting to choose the right words that would
make me appear uninterested, "I just--I noticed him today. He
just seems a little odd to me."
"Yea… in a hot way," Megan bluntly inserted.
"What, Jen? It's true! You don't think so?"
I stood up, biting my bottom lip and said, "Maybe he's… a little
I inched around Megan and laid across the foot of her bed,
allowing my long, copper hair to spill over onto the floor. I
closed my eyes and tried my best to recollect my conversation
with him. Damn, why'd I have to be so sleepy earlier? And, why
didn't I pay more attention to him?
I can remember his hair… dark--and falling into his face. Then,
he swept his hair back… and, his eyes--they burned like dim
lights in his skull. I shivered at the surrealistic appearance of
his smoldering, brown eyes placed against the pallid backdrop of
In my mind's eye, he was definitely good-looking, but I couldn't
count on recollection alone. I was delirious and sleepy at that
moment… How can I remember Mr. Rainey's lecture about the dress
code and thirty minutes of ancient Rome, but I can't remember how
someone looked in 5 damn minutes worth of conversation?
I opened my eyes, just a bit, and I could see Megan staring back
into my face. She had large, black eyes and her straight,
dark-brown hair rained down beside my face. I yelped and sat up
immediately, slamming my forehead into hers.
"Ow, Jen! That hurt!"
"Well!" I retorted, rubbing my face. "Why the hell were you so
"We were trying to see if you were still alive! Damnit!"
Megan fell back, cupping her forehead with both hands. She rocked
back and forth, then laid out on the floor. I didn't bother her
for a while… She needed to regroup.
My eyes searched the room for Cat; and when I found her, she
looked over at me completely mortified--shocked like a deer
staring down the barrel of a hunter's gun.
I took my hand down from my forehead and decided to suck it up. I
bit my finger and rolled over to lay in the bed correctly.
"Look, let's just try to get some sleep, okay?" I said softly.
"Good idea," Megan whined, climbing in bed beside me and pulling
Catherine up with her.
I have the greatest set of friends--I know that because we've
known each other for a significant amount of time. Megan and I
have known each other the longest. Catherine jumped on the
bandwagon a little later. We met her in First Grade:
It was break time, and we were all on the playground. I can
remember it as plain as day. Cat was sorta new there. And, Megan
and I--being such good buddies--had no need to make any new
Nonetheless, Danny Rodgers, the jerk of our Elementary days,
went pulling on Cat's hair. She didn't want any trouble, and she
told him that, but he kept on teasing her--picking up little
rocks and throwing them at her. So, boldly, Cat stood from the
bench and hit him square in the nose! Of course, Danny being a
sore loser, staggered towards her and pushed her into the
Megan and I could take no more. I'm not saying we were a pair
of superheroes or anything, but we were something like that. We
had been watching too many Power Rangers episodes that
We picked up a few sticks and came running at Danny, full
speed, yelling and chanting something… Whatever it was, it must
have sounded and looked quite insane.
I drew that stick back as far as I could get it, and I
clocked Danny one good time upside the back of his head. He took
off like a bat out of hell, and we stood there victorious like…
like--well, like some famous superhero team.
We helped Cat up from the dirt. Her big, pale green eyes
danced around all teary. She said thanks, and we both said at the
same time, "No problem!"
We've all been kinda following each other around since then.
And, oh my god, we were so corny.
We took Cat's hand and walked inside to the teacher, and she
sent us to the nurse. Cat got a Mickey Mouse Band-Aid on her knee
and arm. I was so jealous. I begged the nurse for a Bugs Bunny
Band-Aid for the invisible scratch above my eyebrow.
It was such hard work being a superhero, and the nurse seemed
to understand cause she giggled and gave me a handful of
We all fell asleep in Megan's giant bed. She was so spoiled, I
swear. She had rosy, pink wallpaper all around her room. And a
set of the cutest plush toys I've ever seen.
Beside her bed, there was a giant window, with long, flowing,
white curtains. And at the foot of her bed, there was a large
vanity table--thing. It had drawers and shelves connected to it
where she housed her pictures and clothing and all other personal
things that she thought could fit.
I might have been the last person to fall asleep. I could
remember Megan and Cat's voices fading off, while I was still
lying there, eyes wide open and staring through the moonlit