Sepia Memories

Trust (R)

It was funny how we became friends.

Our beds were facing each other directly. I palmed my forehead when I saw her. She was one of the cooler kids in church. Anybody that was out of my tiny group of friends was a snob. Or so it seemed to me.

She was so pretty. Big brown eyes. Long, tangled lashes that looked like they reached a mile. Innocent, bright smile. Contagious laugh. I wanted to be her friend.

"Hi I'm N" I said, smiling.

"I know. I'm T" she said, smiling too.

So awesome. She knew my name. Maybe I was the topic for their recent gossip. But I didn't care. She knew my name.

We talked all through the night. Then she did something that was very surprising. She told me a secret. Something not even her best friends knew.

She trusted me. But how could she? I wasn't supposed to be trusted. I was stupid and clumsy and unworthy of anybody's trust.

But she trusted me.

I never became one if the cool kids. Not sure if I ever will be. But as far as I'm one of her friends, one of the people she trusts, I'm cool with being a looser. Which I actually always am and will be.