ILY

The story of my other half

The first day of my sophomore year in the hellhole that shouldn't be considered a school. i headed to the locker room for yet another gym class that i refused to participate in. Glancing around i noticed all the sheep that i've known a little too long to know nothing about. Oddly enough there was another girl that i had never seen before. i immediately felt sorry that she had to be here. First days suck. She was cute, Brown hair in a side braid, big a*s blue eyes.. She looked sweet. I considered talking to her, I figured she could use a friend. But at that point i was already staring at her for a tad too long and i didn't want the rumor that i was a complete dyke to spread anymore than it already had.

So i went about my merry way.

Next day, same routine. Except this time this stranger that i was oddy drawn to had a f*****g Ramones shirt on. So mustering all my courage i mutter a simple “Nice shirt” She glanced back and smiled and again, i continued on my merry way.

So i took the next few days to do some sleuthing.

I learned her name was Katie, she had just moved here from Seattle, she liked Lana Del Ray, and could draw, and she was a feminist (which was surprising because almost no one knew what that was at that school) and she was also friends with many people i despised…..yay.

Over the next few weeks i tried to find something in common with her, I even started listening to lana so i could pretend i knew what i was talking about. But to no avail.

So me and my best friend would walk behind her during lunch and look at her butt and pretend like we were way too cool for her.

Then one day i find out she enjoys the film “Moulin Rouge”, Check. F*****g. Mate

so we finally start talking bit by bit, i think she gave me a cookie once.

And one day in english we had to find partners for book reports, Now i'm in the middle of

“Lolita” by Vadmir Nobokov and am NOT about to start a new book. So i raise my hand to ask if i can do it alone and the teacher was basically like “LOL fuk u n3rd no”

Whatever, i'll do another f*****g book.

Then i heard someone say “Hey Liberty, you're doing lolita right”

I swung around and low and behold Katie the Cutie was standing right there.

I said something along the line of “well i was”

She grins and goes “Well, i've read it. so if you need a partner i'm down”

I honestly couldn't believe it, Who the f**k WAS this girl.

So right then and there i decided that i was gonna make this girl my friend, by having her help me make the most provocative presentation ever.

Tings just kicked off from there.

After about a month we had hung out outside of school for the first time after a suicide prevention walk.

She told me all about the shining star that is seattle and i felt like i had to make my s**t town look a little bit nicer.

I brought her to our pizza shop, coffee shop, used bookstore, and some woods. All the while telling her about this rad little basement we had shows at.

As we said our farewells i promised to take her to the next one.

Finally we head to this shady little venue.

I swing an arm around her shoulder and lead her into this strangers house, down a creaky staircase, and into a damp crowded basement.

After the first band we went outside and she had her first cigarette.

After that, we were inseparable.

She taught me a lot.

How to love someone.

How to talk.

How to not be scared of letting people in.

She became family within a year, One very short year.

Then one day she called me at 11:20 pm and her voice cracked as soon as she spoke.

Telling me that her mom is shipping her back to seattle because she was such  f**k up.

I promised to see her the next day and hung up.

I felt complete and utter helplessness at that moment.

All i could do was cry for hours.

3 months later, She left

So right now my best friend is across the country.and i can't help but blame myself for her being there. Everything she did that got her in trouble i had some influence on.

And every now and then we both cry ourselves to sleep, after choking down a cigarette that would be much better shared,

And i hug my pillow pretending its her.

I tell her i love her when i hang up the phone hoping she can't hear the tears in my eyes.

I read all her stories and poems.

I used to make fun of her because she always wrote every event down on a calendar.

Little does she know, i bought my own calendar.

And the only event in it, is the week she should be back.