Quinn&Jay

Mariah sat in the passenger seat of her best friend’s 4 year old car. Mariah's week was taking it's toll on her. Wendy was taking her to the malt shop for a milkshake. Going to get milkshakes was sort of a tradition for those two. For as long as they had been friends, anytime either of them needed a pick me up, they went to the maltshop.

Mariah was getting over a break up, among other things every teenager goes through when they are growing up. She always looked to Wendy to bring her back up when she was down in the dumps. Wendy would always give her the advice she was looking for and put a smile back on her face.

The two of them arrived at the small malt shop on the corner and ordered their shakes. The malt shop had a fifties look to it. The employees who worked there wore uniforms with a fifties style “Two medium orange cream shakes please.” Mariah requested. She didn't have to ask everyone there knew the two girls and what they liked to order. “$4.78” the cashier, Kenickie, replied with enthusiasm. Wendy handed him a five dollar bill and with a wink told him to keep the change.

They finished half of their shakes outside. They enjoyed the music that was played. It made them feel like they were in a Hollywood movie. They headed back towards the car to talk in private. “Tell me everything.” Wendy instructed. Mariah explained everything that had occurred in the past week. She explained how she felt betrayed, hurt, and used. Wendy listened to everything she had to say. When Mariah was finished Wendy reminded her of a few things. “One:” She said, “I will always be here for you. I am your best friend. I support you. I am like a really good bra... but for your life. Two: Boys will be boys. Three: Look on the bright side… at least you aren’t ugly.”

This brought made Mariah laugh. She thanked Wendy for always being there for her. On the way home that evening they blasted the music as loud as it would go, so they couldn’t hear each other sing off-key. This is what best friends are for.

A best friend betrays you
It was a stormy night. I had been told by my mother to be home by eight at night. She believed the weather was far too inclement for an “inexperienced” driver like me to be driving. The plans I had made involved me driving my friends to the movie theater to see “Rocky VII: Weak Body, Strong Spirit”. These plans were not happening tonight due to my mothers uncanny ability to shoot down any plan made that involves me hanging out with my friends. I pulled into the drive at 7:53 PM and walked through the front door to the back room, my room, without uttering a sound. Cutting on my Xbox, I sat on my chair, put on my headset, and sent a message to Josh, inviting him to my game session. He joined the lobby a few moments later, explaining how his previous game turned out. He had won. When Josh and I play, we dominate the scoreboard, never falling below second place. We do this by teaming up against the other players, making us a team of two facing lone gamers. For this game, he decided to let me win the first place and he would win second. One more victory would achieve my next rank, something I had been working on for nearly five minutes. The game started, and inevitably, Josh and I started the game with guns blazing, getting the first few kills in seconds. As the game trudged on, we started to leave all of the other players in the dust. As we approached the end of the match, Josh and I were tied for first. I reminded him of his promise and he complied, asking if his sniper rifle would help. I told him it was a fine idea and began to advance to the building he was holed up in. I called out my position before I entered the door so he wouldn't fire. One more kill is all it would take for a victory, but I wanted to get it in style by switching my assault rifle for the sniper rifle that Josh held. As I entered the door, Josh fired once, ending the game, and ending my streak and hopes of victory. I furiously shut down my Xbox and sent Josh an angry text message via cell phone. He never responded. I may never know why.