...Best Friend - The Next Story

She was never overly involved in high school, and I think that was one of the main reasons we parted ways with different groups of friends. Hers were the kind to go to class, unnoticed, do everything they were supposed to, sit in the caf at lunch eat their lunches, go back to classes, and head home without reminding anyone of who they were. Mine were the kind who were involved in student council, we were always doing something different, we all have different interests and were involved in the school in one way or another. We went to classes and answered questions and made sure people and teachers knew who we were, we ate lunch in the caf, but mingled and found other things to do, and after school we all went our separate ways to band practice, drama rehearsal, art class or sports practice. Neither one of our groups would have ever been considered 'popular', but my friends were noticed and remembered, even still.
She didn't attend our graduation. She headed up to her cottage after high school and started working full time, and lived on her own at the family cottage. As the summer came to a close we started talking again online. We felt it was time to meet up and catch up. It wasn't long until we were right back where we had once started. She had been dating a guy since grade 12, and they had just broken up, so I helped her through that. She has always been looking for 'the one', and every relationship she has ever started has been looking till the end, as opposed to the moment. So with every breakup comes a big slap in the face that it didn't work out forever. She was starting at university, and I was heading back to high school. During the year we hadn't kept in touch as much as we thought, but we never forgot each other. We both were doing our own thing, and when summer came around again we were closer. She spent it up at her cottage again but we talked a lot, and saw each other when she was home.
This next year we were 19, I was working full time at home, and all of my friends from high school had gone off to university or college. She was living at home and commuting to school, so we had each other. We went out all the time, usually just the 2 of us, and had a blast. It was great to see her come out of her shell, and be ok with going to a bar without a group of people. We danced our hearts out, drinks were usually bought for us, and we met lots of 'bar boys' who were right for the time, and forgotten by the next round another night. This continued until January, or until I got a boyfriend. She never was comfortable around me when I had a boyfriend, I am not sure if this translated to other friends as well, but she made it seem like if I had a boyfriend we couldn't hang out as much. I am also sure now that I was partly to blame, especially with this boyfriend. We started dating, knowing that in a couple of months he was taking off to New Zealand for a year, or longer, so we spent all of our free time together, savouring. She was there for me when he left, and continued to be there for me through it all. The bar nights started up again,and the fun began. Then she started dating someone. I met him a couple of times, and he seemed nice enough. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of hers. Then she asked me to come down to his place for his birthday. We would stay at his place for the night and head out the next day. We had a great time that night, but when we got home I was to sleep on the couch in the living room. He had 3 girl roommates and one of them had dogs, and there was dog shit and piss everywere in the living room, with newspaper laid over top of it. It smelled so rancid, I was ready to puke, and rather than offer me a spot on his bedroom floor or something, that's where they left me. I didn't sleep a wink. I called my mom first thing in the morning and was ready to have her come and rescue me. Then he came down the stairs, so I ran up. She was watching TV, so I watched with her, and when he came back up he started kissing her neck, and feeling her up, while I was right there. I was so pissed, so I left and went for a walk outside. When I came back in I demanded we leave, or I was having my mom drive the hour to come and get me. We left, and silence filled the car the whole way home. I have never felt more disrespected, and that statement still holds true.
We pulled away from each other a bit after that, as she knew how I felt about her boyfriend. I spent the rest of the summer hanging out with my friends from high school who were all home from university and college. Before I knew it, it was September and I was heading off to university.
During university we rarely talked, she would tell me she would come and visit me, but it never happened. I knew it would never happen. Whenever she had the time to drive somewhere it would be to go and see her boyfriend. She was and still is the kind of person to say that she is going to do something, and then never do it, or when it's about to happen she makes a phonecall and an excuse for the reasons she can't follow through. I would get so frustrated and I can remember numerous times where we would have plans and only an hour or less before the plan took place I would get a phone call from her apologizing about how something can up, or she forgot she had to do this, or she was now feeling sick. She is the most unmotivated person I know, and the more I write, the more I understand the kind of person she truly is. It is much different than the person I thought I knew.