Some people would say we were the kind of friends that didn’t need to talk to know what the other person was saying, the kind of friends that were happy to sit in silence and didn’t need to fill in space with random chatter. I knew better and so did she, truth be told, she didn’t care what I had to say. I could see it on her face, she would try to hide it, that look of boredness that so clearly said. You know I don’t care. But she never would. I could see through it. That plastic smile, the fake laughter. I didn’t see why she cared, why she bothered why she just didn’t tell me I was a useless idiot and get on with it. But then other times, she’d make me laugh like nothing else mattered, we’d muck around in class and our teachers would look at us as if we were insane. But we’re not. We’re just friends.
