Friendship #2

                                  "This is the mini you" She said as she laughed. "Still doesn't change anything, you still laugh like a kid." Dan said. And no I am not small Elvis." He said almost narrowing his eyes and pulled the 'Elvis with a guitar' out of her hand. "Hey! Not fair! Give it back!" she hopelessly tried to reach his hand as he dodged her. "You are wayy too short for fighting me sorry."
"But you play the guitar and so does Elvis. And hey! Give me your number. I'll text you today."
 

That was the day it began. It wasnt perfect. But it was a start. I had made a girl - friend. for the first time in his life, and I kinda liked it too. (texts)
Kiaaraaa: Sorry Dan we cant be friends anymore.
Dan: Okay fine. Bye
Kiaaraaa: Eh, You are supposed to run behind me. Bruno mars, Count on me remember?
Dan: When did we officially become friends by the way. Miss Houston just kind of pushed me into playing the guitar. It was almost like She didnt have anyone else to play
Kiaaraaa: Umm..That's true. Whitney quit on the last moment.
Dan: Fuck...
Kiaaraaa: Whats the deal with you and her? She's Romeo and you Juliet?
Dan: -_-
Kiaaraaa: Sorry XD I know what hapened,
Dan: Change topic bruh
Dan: Hey? where did you go?
Dan:HEyyy?


And that was the first text conversation we had. From that day on, we went on talking. Day after day. NIght after night. And many beautiful memories that now lay across my mind. Causing Amazing Waves as you can imagine. I couldnt sleep for nights together when I first lost her. I still feel like I just let go. Guess thats why only thing I have left right now to soothe me is this alcohol. andd..


TO be continued

Friendship #1

                                   "Hello Everybody and I am Dan" he said as he climbed up the stage and walked towards the mic. His hello was drowned by the voice of people talking while the rest of his sentence was spent in the silence of his soothing voice.
                                   "Today, I heard many stories about depression. About how many of you in life failed to reach targets. How depression is killing you. How anti-depressants are the only solution."
He looked around and saw faces of people who he otherwise would think are judging him. But right now the glass of tequila and her face occupied most of his thinking capacity.
                                    "Hello everybody, I am Dan and today, I am going to tell you the story of my Life. The story of Kiara. The chapter which changed my life. No, I am not just another drunk lover. I didn't lose a girl. I lost my friend. The best friend. And can I tell you all? This pain that you talk about, this is not what she gave you. this is not what your boss gave you, nor your divorce. This is what you find inside you. This is a feeling that you find inside when you search for something inside you and you find it missing. And it was always there. Now, gone forever.
                                     'Hey lover boy! What the fuck do I find inside me about my boss?' someone from the crowd jeered.
                                    "That's what you don't get. This is not about your boss, this is about you. It's because you cant find that victory even though you see that winner in you. It's because you, me, all of us are searching for something. Something to hold on to. Desperately. Because we humans, can never reach our maximum potential. There's always a bit more to explore. A little bit farther to travel. Just one more jump to cover. And just like I said. This isnt about romance. This is about friendship. Something that exceeds all of the hollowness you feel inside you. Something that kills you faster than poison.and makes you harder than a stone. FRIENDSHIP.
                                    I first met her when I was 17. A year into high school. It wasn't a perfect meet. At all. I always was familiar with her face as a junior. She was extremely famous and took part in a " bunch of school activities. Lead roles in choirs, plays. What not. " He smiled only towards one cheek.
"Infact I had a blind crush on her back on 8th grade. but all of this faded with my first girlfriend. Which ended in a beautiful wreck by the way. I was exactly like you guys. I had lost the reason to live. They say a relationship plays around with grades. But I guess my relation with grades was inverse. That's when she came. I was hopelessly waiting for Whitney to come back. When I took part in choir, just so I can be in the same class as Whitney. First day I enter the room. I see a 9th grader taking the choir practice. 'who are you ? Wheres Miss Houston? And where you pretending to take their practice? What the actual fuck..' I started laughing. She just stood there and tilted her head towards the left a degree or so. And slowly said, 'Hey. I'm Kiara.'

To be continued