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best friend's boyfriend
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There’s something calming about being outside right before a massive storm hits. The dark gray clouds blanket the sky only to be lit up every now and then by a strike of lightening, captioned by the loud rumbles of thunder. The warm air swirls around you, picking up the leaves and dirt in its path, carrying them out effortlessly. The trees sway and branches get tangled as animals try to take cover before it’s too late. You feel small drops of rain tapping the surface of your skin as a warning, but you still stay in the comforting atmosphere of the disaster waiting to happen, because oddly enough, you feel secure. You have every sign shouting at you to get the hell out. Yet you stay.
That’s how I felt when I started hooking up with my best friend’s boyfriend. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew it would hurt her. But I did it anyway.
It didn’t start out this way- I promise. I was just feeling so left out and forgotten. When I was alone with him, he made me feel like the most important person in the world compared to how awful Kelli had been treating me since they started dating. I knew it was wrong, but without realizing it, Cody helped me to see why this wasn’t as bad as it seemed.
She wasn’t a good friend to me. Well, not when she was dating Cody at least. Sometimes Kelli Carson was the best friend anyone could ever hope for. But this all stopped once she found hope and happiness through Cody Hayes, her oh so perfect boyfriend that she’d never shut up about. And suddenly, as if our seven years of friendship never happened, I had no one. We were still friends, but she wasn’t the same Kelli Carson I’d become friends with in fourth grade.
Although both of us had a good amount of friends, we were our best selves when we were together, and I think that’s because we both found someone who completely understood us. We were sarcastic- not mean. We were broken- not attention seeking. We needed reassurance- not pity. We were lonely- not alone. We did everything together, and although she wouldn’t admit it, she was willing to give up our friendship for him.
She knew how much I needed her, but she still left me despite knowing the broken state I was in. Now that she was gone, I needed someone to help me feel less alone; someone who understood me. And that someone, just so happened to be Cody.
There were a lot of things Kelli Carson would never admit:
1) She was the weaker of the two in our friendship. We treated each other equally, but others treated me higher than they did her. But hey, if you act like you’re in control in a confident, totally non-stuck up b.itch manner, people will treat you better. It also helps to be pretty.
2) If someone mentioned her name, you wouldn’t know who she was until you mentioned my name, Brooke Cooper. Then you’d go, “oh! That pretty brunette with long dark hair and shining dark eyes to match who’s always with Brooke? Now I know.”
3) Boys liked me better. It’s funny, because she’s the one with the boyfriend and I’m still single. But there was no denying this one. The number of guys I’d hooked up with compared to hers spoke for themselves.
Kelli and I had been through a lot. Seven years of acting like this without one single fight. And I know she was willing to change everything so she could be on top, but that's not how things worked. Ditching me for a boy, Kel? Cute. Ignoring anything I have to say if it doesn’t have anything to do with Cody? Adorbs. Acting like you don’t need me? Ha! Acting like you’re better than me? Now Kel, you know that’s not true.
I was willing to keep everything the same, which is why I felt bad when I started hooking up with Cody. But you know what, Kel? He was there for me when you weren’t. You can try acting like you’re still the best friend you used to be, but you’re not fooling anyone. You think I’m not going to notice you being a s.hitty friend? You know me better than to think I’ll put up with anyone’s bulls.hit. I didn’t want to resort to this Kelli, I knew the mess it would make. But you left me when I needed you most. You’re the one who turned this friendship into a competition. And I’ll keep this whole “no don’t worry, we’re still best friends even though you know we’re not” charade going as long as you do.
One word of advice? Don’t start a war with someone who can fight harder.
Game on, girl.
beebessey
DontGetYourHopesUp