Freeing Myself

Opposites

"Can you imagine if someone sent you a list of all the reasons that they love you?" She happily giggled clutching the paper to her chest tightly for life.

"Why would I want a blank piece of paper" I muttered irritated by my bubbly blond haired friend. She was gorgeous, especially standing next to me. I'm not surprised to hear of her admirers, but it is still frustrating. The infatuation with being loved by someone else is not something I take part in. I'm fine on my own. Always have been.

"You're just being closed minded," she said in a matter of fact. Ash she flipped her long blonde locks over her shoulder, dismissing my flippant comment.

"I'm being self-assured. I don't need other people fawning over me in order for me to know my worth". She was grating my nerves.

"It'd be fabulous if someone would fawn over you," She smiled brightly, "you could use a good fawning". I smacked her arm, a blush crawling over my cheeks. Her intent was clear. She thinks I'm a sarcastic, smart-assed girl because I haven't gotten laid.

"I'll have you know that my personality won't change based on whether or not I get laid, thank you". She made a disgruntled face next to me, most likely because of my wording.

"You're so crude".

"And you're tactless," I laughed. I enjoy her sensibility, and how easy that makes it for me to mess with her. We both erupted in laughter which gained the stares of everyone around us. We may be opposites, but we are best friends. Things like this just make it stronger.