I met her my freshman year in high school in our freshman physical education class. Although I knew her name my freshman year, it wasn't until a year later in our ceramic class that I began to grow close to her. Throughout a class where you had such creative freedom, we realized that we had a lot of things in common as well as many differences that made being friends exciting.
Typically she has short, bright blond hair, but recently she likes to switch it up on me and do some dark colors. She always has the best make-up on and it always looks like a professional applied it. Ariana is always well dressed, because a girlie-girl like her has to be. Well, with the exception of those early morning classes where us college students choose to sleep in that extra hour or so and go to class in our pj's. She is about 5'4" 5'5" but her short height is no match for her big personality. My best friend is straight out of New York, which makes me love her even more. I always knew she had the accent of a New Yorker but I never really quite understood how "New York" she was until my first time eating over at her house on "Macaroni night" or spaghetti as most of us West Coast people call it. If you go there and call it spaghetti, you are wrong. No negotiating that one. It is not "spaghetti" it is "macaroni". Anyway back to the first dinner with the family. I remember sitting there at the table with Ariana, her sister, her sister's boyfriend, their mother, father, grandmother and aunt. Let me tell you, if there ever was a time where I was ever hit with culture shock, that would be the time. I remember sitting there eating my "macaroni" and all of a sudden the whole family gets into an argument about grocery shopping. I don't remember who brought the topic up or why, but it was the most entertaining nights of my life. The epic battle was over should you write the prices of your groceries next to them on the list so that way you can tally the total cost up on paper, or should you just do it in your head. I don't mean argument in the sense of scowls and stern tones of voice. I mean F-bombs every other word, dropping of forks onto the plate and just all out anger. I am sure my eyes were popping out of my head in shock. After the argument was over (I don't remember the outcome of it), the family went back to normal like it never went down. That's when I knew, she would be my best friend for the rest of my life.
Ariana is like my "sister from another mister". In high school I would always go to her house every night or right after we got out of class. We used to go on "epic adventures" to the best food places in Arizona at least five times a week. She is so amazing, she even got me my job at Hallmark. She and I are so close that we could go weeks with out talking, and then out of the blue just call and nothing is ever out of place. She cares out people who respect and care about her. If, however, you are one of the unlucky ones to cross her, watch out. She is the friend I turn to when I have had a bad day, or when a crazy ex of mine calls me up at two in the morning causing me to go into a panic. She is the one to be my rock when a break up ends badly. She is the only one of my friends who is allowed to just waltz right into my mother's house unannounced because she is so trustworthy and wonderful.
Now that we are growing up and in college now, almost 6 years from the first time I met her, I still can say every time we get together we still have as much fun as ever. I may not see her as much as I used to or as much as I would like to, but that doesn't make her any less of a best friend or any less of a sister to me.
Ariana, I thank you for being there for me through thick and thin and I hope you know I am always there for you whenever you need me. Love you!
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