Girls are fickle. (Love that word. Rhymes with pickle. Heehee.) One minute they loathe you but change your shoes to some designer brand and they cuddle right up. That's why my best friend forever is a guy.
Jay Kepler. The most loyal, constant, dependable, sometimes dorky friend I could ever have. We have fun no matter what we're doing. Just last week we laughed ourselves sick while simultaneously studying for a history test and baking chocolate chip cookies. Or maybe all the cookies we ate made us sick.
Just because we're best friends, doesn't mean we share everything. He can't stand the color pink and I can't stand that t-shirt he wears that says "Save the Muskrat!" But he has other fine qualities that make up for his lack of fashion sense.
He plays a mean game of foosball and never just lets me win.
He's good at sports but doesn't let them take over his life.
He texts me in the morning just to say hi.
He'll stay on the phone with me all night if I'm feeling sad.
He's awesome. I think I'll keep him.