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Best Friends And Better Days

"Black and white?" I asked as I held up the long dress to my phone camera for Abigail to see, though judge would be a more accurate description of what she was doing. She would never "just" look at something.

I could see her in the phone camera brushing her long silky black hair as she replied "Oh I remember when we got that dress! Definitely yes."

"How do you remember that? You usually don't remember anything. Also definitely yes on the dress, the short front and long back really just give confidence and freedom." I ceased my search efforts in my closet now that I was satisfied with our choice. Reaching to return the now empty hanger to the rack of the closet, careful to not hit my head as I exited the closet. I didn't know who built the house but for whatever reason all of the closets were built for people below the height of 5-9, much to my continued annoyance.

"Well of course I remember that day. It was the day we both came out to my mom and it was my birthday. And I saw a hot man, and as you know I would never forget one of those." Leave it to Abigail to remember any important day because of a man. Still she was doing better than I was. I had been two seconds away from forgetting it had been nearly a year now since that day. Recently I had begun to see how people could completely forget how much time passes by each day. I was lost in thought as I hurried out of the closet to grab a pair of shorts to wear under my dress.

"Things have just changed so much and they just keep changing. Do you ever think about how long ago that was, yet how little time has actually passed? " I grabbed the phone out of my jacket pocket and continued chatting with Abigail while I sat down at my old wooden desk and grasped my cheap brushes and eye shadow palette, beginning to put on the minimal amount of makeup I was going to sport that evening. As I started to apply a shimmery brown eyeshadow I heard my mother's heels clicking across the wooden floors down stairs as she prepared for the potluck.

"No not really.. You've always been the one to think about the past. The only past I think about are the hot people in the past." Abigail says this as she said most anything, her voice enchanted in nonchalance. I was certain if someone were to try and achieve the difficult task of describing her in one word, most would come up with that one word. Nonchalant. It's how she had always been about most everything she came across. I had always envied her ability to just not care about most things. I was better about it nowadays but letting go and letting things stay someone else's problem was always difficult for me.

"Okay, but I have to ask, are the people still hot now that you look back on it, or do your opinions change with time.?" These were the kind of questions we asked each other, sometimes debating the answers as hours went by this ability to talk about most anything whether it be small and comical or something big and heavy.

"I mean like I couldn't tell you because I can only remember how I felt when I saw them so I couldn't say how I would feel seeing them now." Discussing something so absurd and random was a very frequent thing for us. Not to mention it was helping my rising anxiety about this event so I was especially apt to entertain the absurdity for the night. I had finished my usual gold-edged makeup as I got up and grabbed a bottle of perfume and applied a little to my neck and the space below my palms. I could smell the sweet yet calm scent of the perfume for a second before it faded. Just enough so that someone would be greeted with the scent if we hugged, but not enough to smell anytime else. Perfect.

"Definitely correlation. So what's this thing you're getting ready for all of a sudden?" Abigail usually knew what I was up to over the week as outside of school she was the only person I ever went out with so me getting ready for anything she wasn't going to as well was a rare occurrence. Mom had informed me of the party we were attending that night. Apparently it was a new event hosted to bring in business for people around town from the event coordinators to the caterers and everyone involved in between. It really was a nice idea as there weren't all that many community events other than those of the local highschools. And I spent enough time there so I wasn't eager to attend many events there.