“About what?”
For a moment, she didn’t answer.
Her eyes moved toward the closed door.
Then she looked back at me.
“About Noah.”
My stomach tightened.
And then she added, much more quietly:
“And about me.”
Suddenly, prom was the last thing on my mind.
A Friendship That Started With Raisins
Noah and I had been best friends since we were six years old.
There was no dramatic beginning to our friendship. No movie-worthy introduction. No teacher intentionally putting us together because she somehow knew we would become inseparable.
It started because we both hated raisins.
Our first-grade teacher had handed everyone a little red box of raisins during snack time.
I didn’t want to eat mine, but I was also six years old and deeply concerned about getting in trouble for wasting food. So I developed what I believed was an ingenious strategy: I quietly pushed the raisins underneath my napkin.
