I Hope You Know

Its Sunday afternoon.  I've skipped play because I have too much homework to do, and Gabe and I have been home alone since friday morning.  I'm sitting at the coffee table, slapping glue and pictures onto a cigar box, making it look pretty and measuring everything out with a ruler.  My phone vibrates, playing the special ring tone.  You say, "What are you doing right now." I say homework, and that I'm bored. You say, "Stop that then, lets do something." And I tell you to come over now.

You pick me up in the beat up green subaru, and we drive.  I don't even think you knew where you were going but you turned the music up all the way and started dancing, as much as you could while still driving your stick shift (which we both agreed on was totally bad ass).  We find ourselves at the top of the ap-gap where we agree to get one instagram worthy shot, and then take a bunch of panoramas, trying to make you look like a ninja.  We drive down to the top of the practice lift and sit there and talk for a while, and then we begin to trek back to your car, in search of ice cream.

As we drive down the winding roads into town, we sing along to the music and laugh at our own practical jokes.  We get onto the subject of friends, and I say I don't talk about you when I'm with one of my other friends and then you get offended.  But then I try to explain, saying I don't want our special thing, how close we are, to be ruined by anyone.  "Thats why I don't talk about it," I say.  You laugh and say, "Ohh I'm 'special' am I?" And we laugh.  You say, "So when you are with your best friend-" and I interrupt to say, "No, you are my best friend."  Because you are and even though we don't say it, we know it.  You look at me and smile and say, "Good."  And then we talk a little more and then you say, "You know I'm fun with other people, but I can only be really fun and crazy with you.  So your right, its special."  And I smiled and by then we were at the creemee and we get out and order two blizzards, what has become our routine.  And I say, "its okay, we're athletes." And then we dissolve into giggles and the girl at the counter gives us a weird look.

You made my afternoon really good, and you reminded me of how much I like have you as a friend.  Like I said, its special with you, and I'm glad its that way.

Thats the end of my writing, because, like I said, I don't want to share how special it is.  Which may be selfish, but I only have a year left of this closeness, this friendship we've built.  So I'm going to keep it to myself for a while more.

"You went full trip man, you never go full trip"
"Man, in this case ya do."

"Since you paid your the boy. I'll be the girl."
You flipped your hair, and it landed in your ice cream.  I couldn't stop laughing.

"TURN DOWN FOR WHAT"
*complete with ridiculous car dancing*

Also, you told me I never had an entire post dedicated to you and that Christine did, and that you were annoyed at me for that. So Kreeky or KG or whatever you want to be called, here you go.