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I've Never Said Never Again

by Nyxie

Disclaimers: These guys aren’t mine...well yes they are. Annie is me, Kat is my friend Katie. Please don’t play with us, because we won’t like it very much.

Sex/Violence: No...no sex. I don’t have sex with people I have known all my life, Especially when their boyfriend is a very nice, very large guy. There is reference to a blow job. Violence...just a car accident, but it’s not actually there.

Language/Drugs: Language isn’t too bad. Only the smoking of cigarettes. I don’t consider that a Drug. Oh yah and a reference to weed...no biggy, right?

                Looking back on my life, I realize that the word never could literally mean, never ever again.

                We had been friends for almost all of our lives, since we were four to be exact. It always did seem like there was all the time in the world, because there was, I guess. I know that I never expected things to turn out how they did. I don’t think she did either.

                In high school we didn’t see much of each other. A grade thing? I don’t quite know, but a lot of that changed my junior and her senior year. We had a class together, and being we lived across the street from each other, she’d drive me to school in the mornings. The measure of how good our day would be seemed to rest on the number of cigarettes we could smoke before we got there. Demented isn’t it? There were a lot of jokes too. I remember getting in the car one morning and her playing a song about blow jobs, because I had given some guy, I use the term loosely, one a night or two before. In my altered state of mind I didn’t quite realize that he was only fourteen. Never did get her back for that one.

                We were seemingly different people. Kat was an "amazon" in appearance. Nearly six feet tall, curly reddish-brown hair, athletic build. Good sense of fashion, well better than mine. I, Annie, on the other hand was an amazon’s lackey.  I didn’t even meet five foot four. I had hair, that I kept in a neat buzz cut or really sloppy and longer on top. Either way it was shellacked in all directions. I’d have odd clothing combinations, floral print  shirts with plaid pajama pants, usually with a stripped sweater over top, and sandals and socks. Even in the winter. You wouldn’t want to physically cross her the wrong way, and me on the other hand, you could have beaten the hell out of me, verbally assaulted me and I’d have laughed and used one of my few come backs. "Shut up" "Fuck off" "Got to hell." I had better ones, but I saved them. I guess what we did have in common was thirteen years of friendship. Go figure. 

                Suppose this night was like so many others. We had met on the "green thing", an electric box that had been our hang out for god knows how long, to have a cigarette or six and rehash life. Things had changed, we were no longer giddy seven year olds disguising our joint family vacation, or arguing over the last push pop, but we were now two seventeen year old morons calling each other bimbo and slut, trying to figure out who’s sex life was more pathetic. Mine of corse, because aside from being a prick tease, I didn’t have one. After twenty numbing minutes we had decided to call it a night, and we happily shouted, "See ya never bimbo!"

                She yelled back at me, "Never ever again, slut!"  We laughed and parted ways.

                The next morning came and we got in the car, with my brother Sonny, and we were on our way. We had about four Marbs on the way to good old Del Val, merrily flicking ashes at my brother in the back seat. We did our "see ya never bit" as I went to the snack machine, and she to where ever it is she goes in the morning. The day passed and uneventfully. We were in yearbook last period,  playing the fish game. You take fish from a hot frying pan and put them back into a fish bowl. I sneaked out of class at Sr. Bell and went with her, she dropped me off and then sped off to work.

                I won’t ever forget the words I said to her before she left. She said, "See ya tonight?"

                I replied with a smug grin, "See ya never bimbo."

                She laughed, and said, "Yah, see ya never ever again."

                I didn’t give it much thought until I got the call that night. It was her mom. I liked her mom, she was a good person. She told me, Kat had died in a car accident a few hours ago. She was coming home from work, and way too fast. She lost control of "Horace", her car, and crashed into a Semi-Truck. I couldn’t believe it! It couldn’t be true. It was then that I realize how prophetic our words really were. "See ya never." And I never, ever saw my lifelong friend again. Ever...

                Looking back thinking, since that day I haven’t ever said the word never again. Because never is a long time, and it has been a long time, nearly thirty years since Kat died, and all I have left are memories. Some good, and some bad, but all of my friend Kat. And there you have it, why I've never said never again.

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