My mom’s side of the family is extremely Christian, and closed-minded. They are against homosexuality in all ways.
In seventh grade I met Brittany Nicole. She saved my life and ruined it in the same year.
We met in Science of seventh grade. We instantly became friends. We were always together inside and outside of school. She only lived about a mile and a half away from me, so it wasn’t hard.
After an entire school year together, I knew something was different. I’d fallen for my best friend. In the past Brittany had messed around with girls but it’d never been serious. Brittany and I had tons of “theoretical” conversations about if we liked each other, and it never went well for me. She said it would be weird or "eww."
Through the summer we were both dating guys, but I still thought about telling her all the time. Of course, the problem is, I never did tell her. I was too scared. I knew, deep in my heart, that she would freak out and say no. I knew she would never talk to me again.
Now after her deciding that I wasn’t cool enough anymore, we don’t even talk. When she left me for popularity it broke my heart. Sometimes we still see each other, but not for more than a few minutes each time. We say hi, ask how the other is doing and go on our way. We are friends on Facebook but not really friends at all. I still remember her message in my yearbook after all of it. She said “Lexy, I love you. I know I may not always be your friend but you’ll be mine,” and she drew a little heart.
Brittany goes to school with my current best friend, so I hear about her all the time. I hear only the bad though. Of course I act like it doesn’t bother me; after all, I should hate her. Still though, after all these years I still love my best friend, Brittany Nicole.