Friends, Friends, Boys.

About the time that I helped a friend, and the same friend helped me in return. Could you imagine sitting on the bathroom floor with your best friend, crying to each other, and how awful you must feel to even be in that position? Well, I’ve been in that position. I’ve been the one trying to help a friend, and I’ve also been in the position where I was crying, and it was the friend that was trying to make me feel better. But don’t get me wrong, it’s awful, and both of us were very unhappy, and with the way that we’ve known each other for years, we know that we can still go to each other for help, no matter what the problem is. But there have been a few times where we were both having boy problems, and although high school is just the beginning of them, it was the end of the world when my best friend and I were sitting in her bathroom and crying, thinking that our lives were over. Or well, our lives were over, until the boys texted us back. But comparing myself to her, shouldn’t be that different, I mean, even though we dress almost the opposite, we are basically the same person.

But in the event that she was upset because her boyfriend was again, the love of her life, and he was completely ignoring her, and everything was going terribly, and she didn’t feel like he loved her, and she felt awful. So, later that day, I offered to come over and help my best friend try and feel better, but I basically just did the same thing we’ve always done to help each other feel better. It didn’t matter what my problems were at that time, my main focus was making her happy again. So I went over to her house, and we sat and cried together, and eventually, after a lot of ginger ale and almonds, she felt better. Her boyfriend also texted her back.

On the contrary, weeks later, my world was coming to an end, and the true love of MY life was ignoring me, and we stopped talking, and my life was over, and I felt like I had no one by my side. So, later that day, she offered if I wanted to come over to her house and talk about it, so now here is the part of the story where she helps me. After I helped her weeks ago, with the same problem. So, in the time that had felt like forever ago, we sat in her bathroom on the floor again, drinking ginger ale and eating almonds, I soon began to feel better. Oh, my boyfriend also texted me back too.

But, in conclusion. we’ve both made each other feel better, ultimately, doing the same thing as the other did when they were sad, because that seemed to work wonders. All in all, this story shows how I helped a friend, and a friend helped me, also that both of these two events have strengthen my understanding of friendship, because even when the world seems to be ending, you should always have a best friend by your side, and I’ve learned that no matter what happens, my friendship with my cousin is probably the best one I’ve ever had.