[The Writer] Alyssa's Best Friends

Here's two girls.
Beautiful. Alive. The soul of any party.

And there's me. Andrea, the wallflower.
Admiring them, watching their antics from a distance.
In awe at their free spirited personalities.

Freedom loving Ashley. Perky, gorgeous and so wild.
She has been an important part of my past.
My good friend since I was thirteen.

And despite the crisis now, hopefully, a part of my future too.

I do not wish to lose her.
Simply because, she is the sweetest person I have ever met.
She never has a bad word to say about anyone.
She is the tie that bind us together.

I remembered the nasty period when Alyssa and I were not talking.
She got us together, somehow, miraculously.
Stubborn as we both were.

And Alyssa. What can I say about Alyssa apart from the very obvious.
Beautiful, popular and charismatic.
The very person I am trying to emulate.

Yet she is nonchalant and oblivious to it all.
The girl never sees herself.

Why can't she be like the typical narcisstic popular girl we all love to hate?
Her pretty face coupled with an unusually non judgemental
personality endears her to many.
But the girls, we hate to hate her. But we do.
She is a tough act to follow.

But lately, I have felt some form of synergy between Alyssa and Ashley.
Against me. I am sure of it.

Why are they mad at me when I should be mad at them?

Ashley for instance, thinks I do not know it.
But I do. She is secretly seeing Michael. I feel really betrayed.
How could she do it when she know that I am in love with him?

Me and Alyssa.
Her earlier remark about not trusting me anymore hurts me deep.
All over men. I thought we are above that.

But it seems not.

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Andrea's Best Friends

Here's Alyssa and Ashley dancing.

On several occassions they got so caught up that they have been mistaken for lesbians. They make me laugh so much.

So in tune. The both of them. And I wonder how I manage to be part of this group. This 'A Team'.

Sometimes I feel like an outsider. Looking in.