The Metamorphosis Diaries

Chapter 3 - Setting The Bar-Quin High

CHAPTER 3

In life, you go through many stages. You grow up, you laugh, you cry, and you meet people to enjoy these stages with. You also get a special chance, only one, to meet someone who will go through all of these stages with you. Someone who holds you as you ugly cry over a Pixar movie, and laugh with you at how awkward your smile is with fresh braces.

Mackenzie Barquin was my special person.

We had been soul mates since we were 5, and inseparable ever since. Even when I moved across town, we some how never lost touch. We could go days without talking and when we do, it's like we never stopped talking. We never fought about anything, ever. And nothing we did got passed the other, as if we shared brains. The bitch could tell when I had eaten a salad because I'm in a bad mood!

So after not seeing my sister-from-another-mister since the summer, I shot her a text and she was over within the hour.

"YOU SLUT TELL ME EVERYTHING!" she exclaimed.

"It's not really that big of a deal..." I began to say, before we both broke out into hacking laughter. "Oh, god. It's SUCH a big deal. I'm hooking up regularly with our enemy, the douche who ruined me in grade school, who I obsessed and cried over to you for years... It's so weird! But I have to say for a white guy he sure has nice lips..."

"What have you guys done?! And why HIM? HOW HIM? VIRVannA yOU BeTer geT STRAigHT! You know why we hate him!"

"I know, I know! But like.. IT just kinda happened. I'm not totally crazy, I still have some values left. And he knows I won't have sex with him."

"Not now, but a guy who looks like that? How will you control yourself!" she punched me lightly multiple times before I could pin her arms down."

"Oh look, Mackenzie. Finally someone has the balls to top with you."

"Shut up, the guys I've dated aren't that bad." She got up the strength to push me off of her and we giggled again.

"Sucky Serkeli kissed you twice in the two years you dated. You'd think with how short he was he'd at least accidentally touch your butt."

"Oh my God! It's funny cause its true! I was so high during those years. Why didn't you stop me? You're a terrible friend."

"It's a good thing I'm your wifey then."

Mackenzie kissed me on the cheek playfully and I moaned sexually and dramatically.

"STOP, MY GOD. YOUR MOTHER WILL THINK YOU'VE TURNED ME."

We continued to laugh. I gushed to her about Darren's skills, and his statistics, and all the places in the school we had managed to hook up in. She was dumfounded by my outgoingness, her extra-virgin self not even being able to imagine doing such obscenities.

Mackenzie is the only person I can trust with this stuff, since she lived so far. Our friendship was almost secret to the fact that she had her friends, I had my own, and when we were together we had more than one life to talk about. With Arden, we were confined to reminding each other of events that happened at school, or I was giving her unsolicited advice on avoiding Chase. Then with our friends, the only thing we could talk about was each other. Our secrets became the circles secrets, and the circle was undefined; it was impossible to control information. Mackenzie was good with secrets because no one in her circle asks about me, and no one in my circle asks about her. The perfect balance.

Plus, Arden would give me a bias opinion about Darren. She's had personal experiences with him, and so she would look at the situation subjectively. Mackenzie only knew what I told her, and she could form her own opinions based on facts and events. Her opinion mattered most to me because she was always honest not only to me, but also to herself. She really understood how the world works.

Maybe that's what I need to do. Step back, and reevaluate everything I've done, seen, or heard up to this point. Once I accept the reality of the situation, I could stop letting myself think that maybe having real feelings for Darren would be okay.