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I have this friend named April. We met in middle school and grew up seeing each other in Sunday school too. April’s always been skinny, flirtatious, and downright fun. On my way home from work, just as I passed my favorite bakery, I heard her song on the radio. It’s not her singing but it is her fiancé’s. She’s engaged to someone famous, a singer, so when I hear one of his songs, I know he wrote it while thinking about her. Hearing him sing about her has given me quite a glimpse into their lives together. He sings about the way she looks in the morning, the way she laughs at his jokes, and one song about how he’s become a better man just having her in his life. When she started dating him, I purposely didn’t ask her much about him because I didn’t want too seem star struck, but I was, and still am I guess. It’s now going on two years of being engaged and I’m beginning to wonder when she’ll be willing to take the next leap. Right now she’s content with being someone fiancé. In college, he came to do a concert where afterwards, April was supposed to interview him for the newspaper. Being a journalism major, she was excited for her first real celebrity breakthrough. Shortly after the interview, he asked her to take a job with him. At first, I was sure he was just smitten by her charm but that was seven years ago. It’s funny to think back to when we were in middle school, spending the night at each other’s house and here we are today, I have a cute hubby and a spirited toddler, and she travels around the world with her famous husband. Two separate lifestyles but I wouldn’t give mine up. When the movie “Dirty Dancing” came out, April wasn’t allowed to see it. I had seen the movie, I guess because my parents were less “Christian” so afterwards I called her and told her every little detail. It was like she was seeing it underground. I also remember one night we watched “Sixteen Candles” and talked about how good it must feel to fall in love. Little did we know it’s more than we imagined. I was always curious about the dog they had in the backyard. He was never allowed in the house so I never actually saw him but he would bark at us. I wondered why they had a dog that wasn’t really allowed to be a part of the family. One night after eating too much cookie dough, we got up the nerve to snort some coke. Now when you’re eleven, I guess you still take things pretty literal because we had heard this phrase, “snort coke” so we thought people were getting high off of putting a straw up their nose while drinking coca cola and snorting it instead of swallowing it. We got out plastic cups, our straws, and both sat at the dinner table daring each other to go first. After a quick countdown, we did it at the same time. Instantly, when the pain hit, we knew why we were supposed to “Just Say No to Drugs!” They hurt. I also remember when her parents went to sleep, we would get all excited because it meant we were going to make a number of prank phone calls. Nothing serious, just the typical, “Is your refrigerator running…well you better go get it!”
Good friends are hard to come by, especially when your lives haven taken such drastic turns. She’s driving a Mercedes SUV and I’m driving a family car that surprises me each time it starts. The rock on her ring finger is worth more than five of our mortgage payments. My rock was free because it was passed down to me. Mine has history though, which is worth more to me. When we talk on the phone, I’m amazed at how quickly we’re able to pick up where we ended our last conversation. April called today; she’s just leaving Vegas and tired from making a music video. I told her I was tired too, explaining my sleepless nights and days filled with laundry. We act like we know what the other is going through but the truth is, we really don’t. All I know is that April will always be one of my closest friends, despite her material possessions and the people she associates with. I respect her job and she respects mine because good friends are hard to come by.
