I swear he’s always like this. So worried about everything. I don’t know how the kid has survived this long. Probably because I’m always here to calm him down.
It’s kind of funny, not many people can see Andrew and me as being friends. Him being a meek, petite, nerd who’s often confused as a girl and me a muscle-bound, jock who gets all the girls. We’re complete opposites from each other.
And yet, Andrew and I have always been best friends. We grew up next door to each other, I’m always the one getting him into trouble, and he’s the one who tries to think a way out of it. Of course, he used to get picked on a lot in high school, but not when I’m around.
He and I are like peanut butter and jelly. Oil and vinegar. Wine and cheese. Milk and cookies. What I’m saying is, we just work well together.
I couldn’t imagine going to college without him.
We arrive at a party at a classmate’s sorority, she begged me to come after class. The place is packed with girls everywhere. Definitely a lot more girls than guys.
Sarah’s eyes light up as she sees me. Her blonde hair neatly coming down to her shoulders. “You came!”
“I told you I would,” I laugh. “This is my roommate and best friend, Andrew. Andrew, this is Sarah, the girl in my math class.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” she says. “Do you guys want something to drink?”
“Yeah, sure,” I shrug.
We follow her through the house, into the kitchen, where a giant jug cooler is. She grabs two cups and hand them to us. “Normally we charge $5 per cup for guests, but you two can drink on me.”
“Aww, thanks. Such nice hospitality.” I give her my heart-stopping smile which turns her cheeks pink. I can admit she has really beautiful eyes. So green and verdant.
We fill our cups with jungle juice and follow Sarah out to the back porch.
“So, how long have you two been friends?” she asks.
“Since kindergarten,” I laugh.
“Wow, that’s so cool,” she says.
“Yeah, we grew up next door to each other,” he adds.
“It’s so rare to have remain best friends in college, more power to you,” she says.
“What about you? You still with your best friend?” I ask.
“Well, not really. We sort of broke up in high school,” she says.
“Ouch, what happened?” I ask.
“She fucked my now ex-boyfriend behind my back,” she says.
“Ouch, what a bitch,” I say.
“Truly backstabbing,” she says.
“Definitely not a true friend,” I add.