Metanoia

"So crazy"

"You know I never really expected this friendship to last." She stated calmly.

They were lying on their backs in an open field, an old blanket underneath them. There were staring up at the dark sky. There weren't a lot of stars out, but it was a Summer tradition for them. Every Friday night they'd lay in this exact spot and stare up at the stars. They hadn't missed a single one.

"I didn't either." Her friend said.

"We're just so... I don't know. I can't put it into words."

"I understand exactly what you're saying."

She rolled to face her friend, propping her hand under her head. "It's weird right?"

"So weird."

"We're so different,"

"But so similar."

"And we have completely different friends,"

"And yet we still break those group boundaries and hang out."

"Weird."

"So weird."

"I just find it kind of funny."

"It proves that you can't force any relationship. The organic ones also work out better."

"True that."

"I'm friends with some people just because we have these similar interests, and I'll listen to them talk sometimes and think 'Wow, I really don't like any of you right now.' But I stay friends with them because what else can I do?"

"Technically speaking, a lot of things,"

They ignored her. "Do you ever think in the middle of a conversation with one of your close friends 'I'm never going to see you after high school?'"

"Yes. It sucks."

"It really sucks."

"Because if you really think about it, you're kind of just forced to be friends with these people because you have to see them everyday for like nine months."

"Yes! Like, if I met them through a job or if they were my neighbor or something, I probably wouldn't even know their names."

"Crazy."

"So crazy."

"And to think we only have two years of it left."

"A long two years."

"Yeah." She replied, rolling back onto her back. She stared up at the few stars. But these two years are going to be something new, something different. Something real.