A Story of Love and Friendship

By Trask B.

I hated my wife when I first met her. 

It was 6 in the morning, and I was walking to my bus stop for the first time. I had just recently moved to Florida, and had been attending the school, firmly establishing myself as the new kid/ yankee that talked funny and no one liked, except for the only two people who were nice to me, because I was too new to know to ostracize them yet (high school is cruel).

I had yet to go to this bus stop, because we had been living in temporary housing until we found an apartment. So now, I walk to this new bus stop, with the full understanding that everyone there already hated me. It’s pretty much pitch black,and warm muggy in the way that only Florida can be in late January. 

Then I run into these three terrible bitches Abigail, Mary, and Libby. Libby had the audacity to show her absolute loathing of me by saying “Hello!” which was clearly a ploy to lure me into some cruel joke (high school is cruel). I walked by silently, not taking the bait. Mary said something to the effect of “Fine, don’t say hi, dick. I didn’t want to talk to you anyway.” [She was] clearly disappointed that I hadn’t fallen for their devious prank, what ever it may have been. Abby just giggled, which set Libby to giggling, and Mary seethed. Mary always seethed. I’m not sure Mary ever forgave me for not saying hi back. Libby giggled harder at Mary’s seething, which made Abby giggle harder.

I couldn’t stand that laugh. A laugh clearly directed at me. The laugh of an evil, plotting, cold hearted witch, with undertones of “you just wait, I’ll embarrass you horribly one of these days.”

Later, on the bus, as the sun began to rise, I got my first glimpse of the giggling tormentors. This solidified it of course. A beautiful girl. Stunning really. No reason a girl like that would talk to me without ulterior motive. Alabaster skin, blood red lips, chestnut hair and green eyes that were full of seduction and mischief. A girl like that is no friend of the new kid.

Months later, I got my first job at Winn Dixie, and behold, this little waif was my lead cashier. Now lording her power over me, and still with that constant grating giggle, and mischievous grin. But somehow, she was never mean to me. Obviously the long con. 

Thomas William warmed to me, and after awhile it came to light that he was fast friends with the demon woman. Perhaps, she was not as bad as I had thought. And seeing her dressed in her little Winn Dixie uniform became more and more sexy each day (sucker for a girl in uniform). 

Eventually, I began to walk her home after work. Eventually, I decided I wanted to hold her hand. Eventually, I decided I wanted to hear that damn giggle every day. Eventually, I knew I couldn’t live if she didn’t kiss me. And she, like the vile temptress she is, rebuked every advance I sent at her. I left my girlfriend (under extremely cruel conditions, high school romance is more cruel than high school alone). Eventually, with the help of  (A–), I won Libby’s affection. For which I will always be in debt to her.

(A–) came up to see our family for the first time in years. She took my wife on a much needed vacation, to see the most inappropriately named ocean on the planet for the first time for both of them. She made Libby play dress up, and took pictures of her in the woods. She made my wife smile in a way that I haven’t seen her smile since we were teenagers. I had missed you (A–), (omitted).

Below are some photos (omitted) throughout the years of these girls, who no matter how separated in distance, always find a way to reconnect. And despite any distance in time, will always share the same heart and soul. 

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