Best Friends and Everyone Else

The people that I talk to are my best friends, and then there just so happens to be the rest of the world. And that's the reason that this one existence we have is cruel and beautiful. There's the joy and pain and everything else just falls off to the sides, whether we like it or not.

This goes in order of Time: Assume there's a sentence in the beginning of each one that says, "My best friend, ____."

Mad: She's the craziest chica ever. I love laughing with her even if she is such the stereotypical girl. I will always love her for whatever she wants to be, even if she bites people. 

Z: She's my fabulous lover. We can talk about anything in two different languages! I love that we can go to concerts or the pool or my living room and still end up talking about the same things. She remembers the date that we met and celebrates it. Top that.

Ca: She's the smartest person I've ever known. I love how kind and wonderful she is. I wish to be like her when I grow up.

S: She's quirky and has so many sounds. Yes, sounds. And that makes her a dork, like me. Since day one, we've been the ones to truly understand each other.




 

Mar: Even though she's gone, she's beautiful inside and out in the most fantastic way. I will love how she can't express her words so well without writing them down first, and she can love everyone and everything, including me.

Co: Oh my gosh. So much corruption, but I would not be the same without her. She's made me grow up and realize how much other people need me. She's stupid in some ways, but she is brilliant and hilarious to me.
A: I can't write this in like three sentences, but I'll try. We are ridiculous. I think we are completely different people, but put together, we make a lovely puzzle made in fate. We can be silly or serious, and we don't care, so long as we are alive, together, and laughing. Oh, and we are so narwhal.


I LOVE THEM ALL. ENOUGH SAID.