UNSINKABLE FRIENDSHIP

UNSINKABLE FRIENDSHIP

From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love & Friendship

Unsinkable Friendship

“Delicia, Sarah is supposed to be coming over, so would you mind if she went with us?” Jen asked me over the phone.

“Sarah . . . Wagonlit?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, um . . . I guess.”

“You sure?”

“Uh huh.” Right. Sarah. Snob.

“K. We’ll be over about five-thirty.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Great. Sarah was coming to see Titanic with us. Sarah WAGONLIT.

She’ll probably ignore me all night.

I never really liked her. She was one of them. Her and her long, shiny hair, bright blue eyes, perfect skin and flawless makeup. With trendy clothes and several boyfriends under her belt, she was popular, unlike me. Delicia. I didn’t have boyfriends. I had boy friends. I wasn’t beautiful like her. I didn’t even want to count how many guys liked her, or I might become ill. Not that I didn’t have friends. I did, I just wasn’t ever one of them: the cool ones. The ones with the great hair, the great clothes, the great everything. I was always just Delicia to them. That one girl in drama class.

So why would I be going to see Titanic with an obvious member of “them”? Well, she’s a friend of Jen’s. They are both on the softball team. That’s why.

Five-thirty rolls around and Jen and Sarah pull up. “Hey, Delicia.”

Omigosh, she’s in my house. Does my house smell weird? NO! Mom’s making that Salisbury steak again; doesn’t she know it smells funky? Great, Sarah probably thinks we eat road kill. Just great.

“Let’s go, girls.” My mom ushers us out the door and into the car. The whole ride to the mall I talk to Jen, and occasionally make eye contact with Sarah. Hey, I’m making progress here. Finally, we get to the mall and go inside the theater. Despite the fact that this is my fifth time seeing Titanic, I cry anyway. I hear sniffles coming from Jen and Sarah, too.

All that week at school I kept seeing Sarah in between classes. She would smile at me as we passed each other in the hall. Sometimes she would even say hi.

The next Saturday I was sitting at home when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Delicia? This is Sarah.”

“Oh, um. Hey, Sarah.”

“Hi. Jen said to call you and see if you wanted to go see Titanic with us again.”

“Uhh . . . well . . . sure.”

“Okay, she said she’d pick us up around seven-thirty.”

“Okay.”

“Well, see you then.”

“Bye.”

Six-thirty came around and the phone rang again. “Hello?”

“Delicia . . . this is Sarah again. Jen can’t go.”

“Oh . . .”

“Her parents are making her go out to dinner with the whole family.”

“Oh . . . well . . . that’s okay. Maybe we could all go again sometime . . . so I’ll talk to you later or something . . .”

“Wait . . . umm . . . I was thinking that maybe . . . you would . . . like to go with just me?” she asked.

Whoa. I wasn’t prepared for that. Me go to a movie with Sarah? She wanted to spend time with just me?

“Yeah. Sure. I mean, of course,” I stuttered. Wow.

“Okay, cool! I’ll pick you up in . . . about fifteen minutes. . . . Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure!”

“K, see ya then . . . bye.”

Omigosh.

I ran upstairs to check my hair and my makeup. I looked fine, decent. Fifteen minutes later came a knock on the door. “Hey, ready to go?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah.”

That night was the beginning of a long friendship. We connected in a way I would never have expected. She was completely different than how I had stereotyped her in my mind. All during that summer Sarah and I went to see that movie six or seven more times together. We started doing countless other things together, too. We became inseparable: sisters. I felt like I had known Sarah all my life.

That was years ago. Looking back on it, I can see that I was the snob. I had decided what kind of person Sarah was before I even got to know her. Now I know that people aren’t what they seem. I was lucky enough to get to know her for who she really is, and I’m thankful that I did. She is a huge part of my life now—my very best friend. One thing’s for sure: Not even the Titanic could sink our friendship.

Delicia Dudley

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