Friends of Course

Random quote I picked up from Samurai Deeper Kyo’s outtakes…
Kyo’s voice actor once said when asked, “What will you do when you get your body back?” The samurai replied with, “Well, that should be obvious, first thing I'm going to do is get laid, then I'm going to get laid again, then I'm going to do some crack and get laid some more. That's what I'm all about, getting F*****!”

Another story…

“I don’t think that dragging the body is a good idea.”

“Help me or I’ll kill you.”

“Heh, I used to laugh when you told me that, but now I’m not sure,” Bridgette looked up at Abby, who stopped.

“Shut up! It’s not like I meant to kill him!” She screamed at Bridgette.

“You ran at him with a knife!” Bridgette argued back.

Abby put a pout on her face, “But I really didn’t mean to…”

“I know Abbes…but you did. So we get this body into the car and then what? Neither of us can drive,” Bridgette asked.

And that’s how it middled. Uh, middled? Yeah, I know that’s not a word but that’s not how it started. So it’s the middle. I’m about to tell you the beginning.

I am Abby Campbell. I am eighteen years old and am a senior at St. Vincent High. Along with my best friend Bridgette, we lead a normal, high school girl life. Well, until that day.

Like every day after the final bell rings for home time, Bridgette and I aboard the bus to go home.

Our school is co-ed and since it is also a catholic school, we wear uniforms. It is the stereotypical outfit; sweater, white button up blouse, skirt, and knee high socks. It was a choice of knee high or thigh high socks. I chose thigh highs as Bridgette chose knee highs, but her skirt was also longer than mine. I didn’t choose the shorter skirt because I like guys leering at me but because I always wanted one. When I was a little kid, I loved to watch the older girls come off the bus in their uniforms. Anyways! Bridgette is a shy girl that always clings to me.

I met Bridgette the same way you’d meet friends, from other friends. I was in our group of ‘popular’ people, back in elementary school about the age of thirteen, when one of our friends, who had departed to go off somewhere for a minute, came running to us with a girl straggling behind her, trying to keep up. Our friend had a tight grip on her arm.

“Jees Hailey, let her go,” I told her.

“Who have you got for us Hailey?” Jamie asked, she more the “Big B” of the group.

Hailey was about to open her mouth when I stopped her, “Wait, this isn’t some random quiet girl that you want to pick on and dolly up is it?”

I saw the girl pull back slightly in fear.

“No! But she likes the same music as us, I was thinking…” Hailey put a pouty look on her face, “…She won’t cause trouble for us since she’s quiet, and maybe we could bring her out!”

Jamie and I looked at each other. We knew Hailey usually had strange ideas, but this one was different. Since I was next to the “Big B”, Jamie looked at me for an answer. I could tell she didn’t really care, but my answer was always final. Jamie trusted me with the all decision making, with our friends believing that it was all Jamie’s ideas.

I scanned the girl from head to toe and back up again. She had dyed dark purple pigtails, glasses, a heavy sweater and black baggy pants. Sure, she didn’t look like one to fit into our “preppy” girl group, not that I was exactly “preppy” but compared to this girl, I would’ve been. I nodded my head.

“Alright she can stay,” Jamie finally said.

Hailey jumped up and down, grabbing the girl in excitement.

“Alright alright, so what’s her name?” Jamie asked, trying to get Hailey to calm down before she embarrassed us.

“Oh! Right! Her name’s Bridge!” Hailey replied.

‘Bridge? What the hell kind of name is that?’ I looked at Hailey questionably.

“A-actually its B-Bridgette,” she spoke up for herself.

I smiled knowing that the girl had some confidence.

“Oh, alright, we’ll call you Bridgette then. I’m sure that’s what you prefer, isn’t it?” Jamie smiled at her.

“Y-yes. Thank you,” the girl we now knew as Bridgette shyly smiled.

Hailey dragged her off to another section of our friends.

I lightly tugged on Jamie’s sleeve, “Hey, I think I want to watch over this one,” I whispered in to Jamie's ear, who then nodded then looked up for Hailey.

“Hey Spaz! Get over here!” She yelled for Hailey, who came bouncing over with Bridgette still linked to her arm.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Abby’s going to take this one under her wing,” Jamie told Hailey.

“Aww…okay,” Hailey’s cheeks puffed out as she let go of Bridgette's arm and took off to our other friends.

Jamie, who was linked to my arm, nodded to me and took off as well. When she left, I looked down at the shy Bridgette. She stood a few feet from me so I put my arm out for her to take. She stared at me, maybe fearful for what I might do to her.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite,” I tried to assure her, “Unless you bite me first.”

Bridgette nodded and took my arm. Every since then we’ve been friends. As we started to hang out, I let Bridgette cling to me more than Jamie and we started to split off into our own little group of two. It wasn’t really a problem but Jamie pulled me aside to talk to me anyways.

“Hey, this isn’t a problem for me but you just separated from us and well; all you do is hang out with Bridgette. We’re still your friends, why don’t you hang out with us sometimes?” Jamie asked me.

“Well, you guys started doing drugs and you know I’m not into that. But I don’t know,” I tried not to look down. I didn’t have a real reason for not hanging out with them, I just didn’t mind being not popular.

I heard Jamie sigh, “Alright, despite the fact that you’re not going to be hanging out with us anymore, we’re still here for you, and Bridgette. You can still come back to us.”

“Right, thanks,” I hugged Jamie and went back to Bridgette.

“U-um…” regardless of the fact that we knew each other well, Bridgette was still shy and stuttered, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” I smiled my usual smile at her, “Everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

Bridgette smiled at me, “Okay!”

It was still nice to see her smile, especially when it wasn’t forced or shy. I only learned about her fake smiles a few weeks later.