Nikki and Kaia Turn 10!

Nikki Crocker and I will be celebrating our ten year friend anniversary tomorrow. It’s kind of a big deal. Of course, we didn’t become close friends until about 8 months later when we were able to bond over having two of the three worst numbers in the school-wide housing lottery, landing us both in the highly undesirable Clement House. As it turns out, Clement House was one of the biggest blessings Andover offered. More on that some other time, though.

Our BFF status was not secured until lower (sophomore) year. Over the course of the fall trimester, several traumatic events brought us closer to the thick-as-thieves mark. Most are funny now, others not so much. I would say the most notable event was the first night Nikki and Mark Margiotta broke up, and I walked into her room with no advance warning of this event. Nikki had this telemarketer phone, which I greatly envy now but made merciless fun of then despite her insistence (and rightly so) of its practicality. She was talking on the T-phone, instant messaging 6 or 7 people, drinking out of a 2-liter bottle of orange soda, and shoveling KIX into her mouth by the handful.

She was pissed. I was petrified.

I said something along the lines of, “I’ll just come back later,” to which she replied, “NO. Stay.” I sat on her bed for about 10 minutes, then finally excused myself by promising I would be back in 5 minutes.

I ran up the stairs and called my mother, panicking. “I think Nikki needs to go to Isham.” Isham is the health center. My mom laughed. I was so upset and worried about Nikki, and I distinctly remember telling mom, “It’s NOT funny!” Mom told me Nikki would be alright, she just needed a friend, and it would not be a bad idea to replace the orange soda with water because that seemed like an awful lot of sugar.

I tromped back down to Nikki’s room with a stack of homework, a clean cup full of ice water, and the words, “She will be fine, sweetie,” echoing through my head. She was.

Since then Nikki has been there for me through everything. She is my rock when my life gets bowled over by hurricanes, and the one who laughs my pain away when I am sad. She is one of the first people I call to tell good news. I am so lucky to have her as my friend.

I am making her a surprise tomorrow. I will have to start early in the morning, but it is totally worth it. It’s small change in comparison to all the wonderful things she does for me every day… Yesterday, she gave me the dress off her back. What a friend! It’s things like that that got us the most write-ins for best friends senior superlative. We lost by less than ten votes, and we weren’t even on the ballot. I hope she likes her special gift.

Nik- Thanks, girl, for ten years of fun and fabulosity. I’m looking forward to several decades more. Love you tons!