I miss hot chocolate at Melissa's house.
It was 1993, and the snow was so bad... actually, it started with the ice for half a week that then got covered with three feet of snow. It was so cold and bitter, and it was the first time I had seen lightning with snowfall. It was amazing. Everything was closed for days, and then only the grocery stores and mall would open. The streets were so thick with ice and the day was so cold that salt did nothing to melt the ice. It would rain and freeze more and more, and I got on my bike and rode to Melissa's house. I was a sheet of ice when I got there, and she made me take my pants off to dry them. All this I did for hot chocolate. It was nuts.
Not as nuts as the phone call from my mom who didn't remember me telling her I was going. I stayed one night, and my mom was very strict about that whole thing about guys and girls sleeping in separate rooms, but her mom didn't care and said it was fine to sleep in her room since she had a bunk bed.
But she and I were not together like that. I loved that girl, but she was more of a great friend. Of course, she had sex with my brother, and I could never get past that to have a relationship with her. She hinted to the idea she had made a mistake about that... but it was about too late for that.
Though, there was this time when we went to the club and she wanted to stay over at my house. (I was still living with my mom at the time) My brother came into my room the next morning to wake me up for a phone call and found her and I sleeping together... in my closet. (Long story about the closet thing) ...priceless expression, that one.
She married a douche bag and I saw her at one point years later. She had to lie to come have lunch with me, though I was married at the time. I think she claimed to be having lunch with her sister. I felt a little bitter that I had lost someone who was the best friend I ever had in my life. I've never had a friend quite like her since, and doubt I ever will. Of course, hating people and not making friends out of spite for human-kind might have something to do with it... who knows?
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