batman & cheerleader

18-besties

I woke up Sunday morning to a high pitched sound that turned out to my phone ringing. Lacey had called me five times and on the sixth call I finally answered. She invited me over for a Sunday Funday, who knows what we will get into.

I got myself out of my oh so cozy bed and got dressed in some leggins and t-shirt. On my way out my mom informed me that she and my dad would be out of the house for most part of the day. Where as Carter was spending the day with his friend.

Before I left I asked Lacey if there was anything I could bring for our Funday, she replied with Starbucks. One pit stop to the nearest Starbucks later I was now parked in front of my bestie's house. Lacey's house was a two story house with the picket fence and swing set to match. A swing set we played on almost every single day in second grade. I also broke my ankle on that swing set.

I got out of my car with my phone, keys and the Starbucks in my hands and walked to the front door. After I knocked, Ms.Lodge answered the door and told me Lacey was in her room and to go on up.

Arriving to her door, I open it to see Lacey sitting on her bed working on a project for her art class. "Hey, hey, hey!" I greet happily.

Lacey looks up from her project and throws me a smile. Lacey is in lazy clothes as well and her blonde hair is up in a pony tail. "Hey. Just let me put this away." She informs me.

I take a seat at her desk, "You don't have to stop on my account."

"It's not because of you. I have temporarily lost my inspiration." She sighs.

I turn my gaze back to the photos sitting on Lacey's desk. There is one of her family before her parents got divorced. One is of her older sister and younger brother and Lacey at the beach last year. Lacey also has a picture of me and her at a cheer competition last year. My mom took it and had the photo framed for both of us to have a copy. The last photo is one I try not to look at anytime I am here, but that isn't the case today.

I pick up the white 8 by 10 frame to get a closer look. Three girls around the age of nine or ten, smiling and holding popsicles. The girl on the left has bright blonde hair and shiny green eyes. The girl on the right has dark brown hair and brown eyes. The little girl in the middle is the one who we were celebrating. It was her birthday party and we had only been friends for a few short days but she insisted we come to her birthday party. Lacey and I graciously accepted. After that us three became inseparable. Even in our middle school years, we were a tight knit group. All to quickly high school came and everything changed in the blink of an eye and not in a good way. Something happened and it separated us in the worst way possible.

I set the picture frame back down before Lacey noticed me looking at it. I then glanced down at my right wrist where the silver change with the infinity charm rest. I feel an ache hit my heart. I should not have looked at the picture.

"Tay, you okay?" Lacey asks with concern.

I try to put on a smile, "Yeah." I clear my throat, "What did you have in mind for us today?" I ask.

Lacey smiles at me and points to her very messy closet. Oh she invited me over to clean. This is not my idea of a Sunday Funday.

An hour later all of Lacey's clothes are now scattered all over her bedroom floor. I wasn't the cleanest person but I did try to keep my room in order enough for me to know where everything was. My mom did have a big part in that though, she always told me to keep my room clean and since she worked hard I tried to do just that.

Lacey's mom was completely different. The times I have spent with Ms.Lodge were very short, she claimed to be like the mom in Mean Girls -a cool mom. Yeah...she liked to party. Her partying, in fact, is what sent her husband running to the divorce lawyer and filing for a divorce. Lacey's parents have joint custody so Lacey does see her dad often but lives with her mom. From what Lacey had told me, her mom has tried and failed multiple times to get her dad back. Mr.Lodge is very happy to be free of that ole witch, Lacey's words not mine.