My Best Friend

His lips were the color of coral, his smile as perfect as can be. The rest of him was… adequate. He was tall, with blonde hair never cut just right, a sizably large nose, and cobalt blue eyes hidden behind wire frames. Yes, he was a nerd if stereotyped by appearance, but I loved him all the same.

His voice was deep, and he sang bass, but always just quiet enough for maybe just him and I to hear.  His laugh was indescribable… too manly to be a giggle, but not enough to be a chuckle. His humor skipped around quite a bit also. It went from dark, to dirty, to sarcastic, to just about anything else that tickled his funny bone. I was one of those things, I made him laugh that laugh and smile that smile.

It was always warm in his arms, and a hug was almost always expected. Sometimes when I looked at him, he was in a different place either a brooding one or a cheerful one, depending on the day. He was my space cadet, and when I was with him, I felt like I was flying. Whenever I was with him, he’d fish for compliments just to see me smile. And the thing is… he didn’t have to. I’d have bent over backwards just to see his beautiful, white smile in return.

The two of us, we were like peanut butter and jelly. We knew everything about each other and then some. I’d get cold, he’d lend me his sweatshirt which always smelled strongly of Axe. He’d feel down, I’d cheer him up with a good joke or a funny story from home. At dances, he would dance with me. (Though, it took him long enough just to buck up the courage to try.) On the phone, we could talk for hours. And the whole time he’d be playing Call of Duty, watching television, and doing his homework. Hands down, he was the best multi-tasker I’d ever met. At lunch, he would sit by me unconditionally. We were never unhappy with each other, so our friendship was steadfast. The two of us, we were inseparable.

But now I’m alone and cold… and nothing ever again will make me feel as warm and bold… as my best friend. The only person I will ever think as fondly of as myself. He will always be held in my heart dearly, because no one could take his place. He will always be my best friend, no matter where life’s many roads take us.

Author's Note

I wrote this descriptive essay my freshman year, and looking through my old writing made me nostalgic. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Amaya Sullivan]

I must say I really enjoy this short story. It was very descriptive and full of emotion; I could tell. Good read.