Jan 17, 2006 00:27
I feel like I have a lot to do right now, but I just need to update. I'm not quite sure about what. I just feel like I need to ramble and get stuff out.
First off, last Thursday Katie asked me to call Hannah again to get her jacket back. She didn't pick up, so Katie and I just drove over there. I walked up the driveway and her mom was laying out in the sun..of course. She recognized me. I know it's only been like a year or so since I had seen her, but still. Things change in a year. Obviously. She let me inside and got Hannah. We searched her house from top to bottom trying to find this jacket, although it ended up being in the most obvious place. In a way, I think there was a reason that we didn't see the jacket in it's obvious place until we went through everything else. To remind us of what we used to have as a friendship.
We looked through her drawers, I remembered looking through her drawers to wear a haltertop to go to KinderPark to meet up with that one group of guys. And borrowing a bathing suit from there before we went to Linstead one summer. Trying on a pair of pants that actually fit me.
We looked through her closet, which caused us to walk past her window. I remember crawling out her window to sit on her roof, tan, talk and do whatever else we wanted to.
We looked through her sister's room. I remember sleeping in her sister's room all the time cause that's wear the computer was and we needed to get online at random hours in the morning to plan/sneak out with people.
We looked through her sister's drawers, I remember her parents had a party and made us nonalcoholic margaritas while they were all really drunk. It was hot outside. We ran up to her sister's room and found the new sports bras still in their packages and put them on with gym shorts and layed on her porch drinking our drinks and swatting away mosquitoes.
We looked in her basement, in the laundry room, I remember watching movies down there for hours and sneaking out through that door back there, grabbing towels and bathing suits from the laundry room to go to Linstead.
We looked through the laundry baskets in her mom's room, dumped all three of them out on her bed and searched. I remember doing that everytime I either left my clothes there or just trying to find some of her clothes that would fit me to wear when we went out. And I remember laying the ironing board out on her mom's floor and straightening her hair with the iron.
There was a picture of her and I on her dresser still, the frame was covered in dust. We had cake all over us, we're laughing. I didn't have braces. That was taken over two years ago.
It was an odd experience being back there. She said hi to me in the hall the next day. I wonder if that's all it'll be. Now will we go back to pretending the other doesn't exist again? She was a good friend. Those were some good times.