Two Crocodiles

 

Our journey began about 12 years ago. You had those two braids and you looked so innocent. Today looking back I wouldn’t exactly call you innocent, rather a Bitch with capital B. We have had a true love-hate relationship; sometimes we wanted to kill each other over an eraser and later cry over absolutely nothing and everything.  In the end we always made up our disagreements but only to start a new pointless fight after three weeks. The ugliest words have I dedicated to you, I have probably never been as mean to anyone else.

We both suck at expressing our emotions, we have never been one of those girls who gossip about who is the hottest boy or talk about who we have had a crush on. Instead have we had our little crazy world where any ordinary trip has turned into one hell of a mess.  If you only gave me a single look I knew exactly what you meant to say. Almost anyone who observes us while we have a conversation complains about how fucking fast we talk; it’s just that we both have so much to say that there wouldn’t be enough hours in a day left. We both have this irritating habit, no matter where we go we are always and always late. I might get late to my own funeral.

I can’t believe how we had anything to talk about those 9 years in elementary school that we were on same class and seeing each other every single day. You bastard followed me like a puppy and moved to same school as me on the sixth grade. I hated how you always had to go and shout out all of my embarrassing moments and make me look like retarded monkey. But I'm not the one who was a big fan of Amy Diamond. I felt so relieved when we both ended up in different high schools. But what if I had never met you , would I today be a different kind of person? 

You have heard all my stupid stories and so have I heard yours but still we keep telling them to each other. You still keep reminding me of that sharpener that I stole from school and I still can assure you with all of my heart that those birds which kept hiding from you were real. The first time I got drunk you were there and assured me that 3 ciders won’t kill me, at least not right away. When you got your first boyfriend I was there to laugh at you and making you feel uncomfortable.

 

I don’t really know how to explain us, but one thing is for sure; by all means nothing good can ever come of when we put our brains together.  Last existing proof of our intellectual level is from last weekend when we paid a high price to get into a club (OR I PAID SO YOU STILL OWE ME) practically  just to drink champagne in the bathroom and later finding a sneaky door that made us lock ourselves out in the freezing weather without having any coats.

We are so different; you could say we are the “Apples and Oranges”. Why do people even say like that, they are both fruits? Shouldn’t we instead say “Windows and Cakes”, I hope nobody eats windows.  Every time we have been asked whether we are best friends we have both shrugged, but if a monster would now happen to take all the Mudcakes from the world away from me if I wouldn’t acknowledge our friendship, I might say that you are my best friend.

 We are the crocos and you will always be my croco, we might not see each other for years in the future but I know everything will be like the old days when we meet again.  But remember, within a year our biggest adventure will begin.

Even when you’re 98 and ready to get rid of me, you will always be my crazy Bitch.