Do you ever feel like you and your best friend are attached at the hip? Do you ever feel that you know how the other one is going to react to a certain situation? You know what they like and don’t like. Well, that’s how my best friend Molly and I are, although it took us a while to get there.
Molly and I met each other during our freshman year of high school and, if I’m being honest, we were the eggiest of the eggs. I swear that at that point we’d both hit puberty, but it did not help our bad case of baby face that didn’t seem to leave either of us until our senior year. Now, if I’m being honest, I hated Molly when she first came to my school. For the longest time, I was the most known and loved student at that school and then this chick shows up and I seemed to slowly fade away. I basically hated her for the classic reason why everyone hates someone in high school. She was much smarter and more popular than me.
In our senior year, we were both accepted into an advanced science program, which I now look back at and laugh at because I’m currently pursuing an arts degree. Molly could drive and had a car. I had neither a license nor a car, but I did have gas money, so we decided to carpool. Every morning, she would pick me up almost 20 minutes late and we’d make our commute to the campus where our program met. In these many car rides, we would talk about random stuff and tell each other what was wrong with our outfits that day. Mine was never wrong because I’m fabulous. After the program ended and graduation approached, we both committed to schools and they weren’t the same. They were actually almost three hours apart.
When we first started talking about going our separate ways in the fall, I didn’t think much of it. However, spending that summer together before we started college made us grow so much closer together. She became the person who I talked to the most, the person who I confided in, and one of the first people who I could talk to with no judgment. (OK, maybe a little judgment.)
After that summer, when we both went our separate ways to our perspective schools, our relationship changed. We texted a lot and visited each other often, had late-night phone calls about random stuff, and Facetimed each other whenever we needed to see our “beautiful faces,” as Molly would put it.
We still talk and I think that we can both honestly say that we are each other's best friend. She is the Abbi to my Ilana, the Serena to my Blair, the Meredith to my Christina (I don’t watch" Grey's Anatomy," but she does, so I felt inclined to include it), and the Molly to my Joshua.
I love you, Molly.
