Wild Thing 3/?

20/09/2013

We were friends when we were little, playing with glitter and dolls. So we did some girly stuff. That mess up your worldview? Take us out of our nice, neat, stereotypical boxes? Sorry, world doesn’t work that way.

Sometimes we’d play with “boy” toys. Lego and toy guns, video games and robots. As we got older, Rach got into drawing; she started off with colouring books, then she drew her own stuff to colour. Then she skipped the colour all together. I was never good at that stuff.

Neither of us got into horses or fairies. Our favourite colours weren’t pink or purple. But we did do some dumb kids stuff when we were dumb kids. Maybe we still are. Or I am. She can’t be a dumb kid anymore.

When we got older still, she started attracting boys. She had classic looks; olive skin, green eyes, tall and voluptuous. She had strings of guys who’d follow her around but she never went steady. I didn’t pay much attention. I’m not really into guys. But we were both cool with what the other did and got on with it.

We were each the closest, most important person in the other’s life. I didn’t tell her everything. And she didn’t tell me her darkest secrets. But that’s not that important. Or it usually isn’t…