I met Rileigh through my little sister Morgan. You see...when we lived in Oklahoma Morgan liked to walk around the neighborhood and talk to anyone and everyone. Like seriously we would be outside shooting hoops with our older brother and people would see us and say 'Hi Morgan.' Creepy? Yes. But, I can't get upset with her because if it hadn't been for this weird thing Morgan did I probably wouldn't be friends with Rileigh like I am today. It was the summer before 3rd grade, just a year after we moved to Oklahoma and Morgan came in right before dinner. She told me that she met this girl just down the street who was my age and I just had to meet her after dinner. I remember being slightly annoyed with Morgan, but quickly agreed since I wanted a close girl friend because at the time the only friends I had in the neighborhood were Bryce and Dalton. Little did I know that I was going to meet the person who knows just about everything about me and I know just about everything about her. I went with Morgan not even 2 minutes away from my house and this short blond girl was sitting on a mailbox. (In Oklahoma they have the BEST mailboxes because they are made out of brick and just oh so much fun. seriously everyone should have one.) This as you all know was Rileigh.
We became best friends. Whenever we were free we were always at one of our groups house. Like mine, Bryce, Dalton, or hers. Dalton's house had the awesomely large porch that was awesome on rainy days, my house had the giant backyard that was large enough for us to play make believe Sailor Moon, Bryce's house had the bb guns that we would sometimes have fights with (those hurt a lot to get hit by btw), and Rileigh's house was kind of the chill place. I don't remember the boys being there too often, but Rileigh and I would end up there at some point. We were the coolest kids ever. Or, at least we thought so. Rileigh and I used to write songs in my back yard and then stand on this green box thing (I still have no freaking clue what it was) and sing them. Oh yeah. Be jealous. They were awesome. For a hint of our awesomeness here are some lyrics 'Hey bunny bunny where you hoppin to? I wanna hop along with youuuuu.' Boom. Mind blown.
One time in third grade, we both were soo in love with Bryce. And he knew we both liked him. So, we waited to hear who he wanted to "date" (ya know in 3rd grade it's lame and you only have a boyfriend because everyone else does). Well, I got picked. Ha! In your face Rileigh! I was pumped. I felt prettier then her for the first...and last time in my entire knowing her. But, with this new development she got really mad. I got really mad. We yelled at each other and didn't talk for a week. Now, not talking to her for a week isn't that big of a deal since we are both so busy, but in 3rd grade that was a long time. Finally, we both apologized for yelling at the other. Bryce ended up being a jerk anyways. But, we didn't know the full extent until 6th grade. But, that's another story for another time and a huge part as to why I was crushed in 6th grade. But, ya know, oh well, life goes on.
After that it was smooth sailing for a while. We did everything together. And OMG when Harry Potter came out! Holy crow. We were both so in love with Daniel Radcliffe. No lie. Our 5th grade homeroom teacher had a poster of him on the wall and whenever we had to line up to go to lunch or music or whatever we'd wait to be in the back of the line so that way we could kiss our fingertips and put them to his mouth. Oh yeah, we are lame to the extreme. But ya know what? It was fun. I ended up with that poster. Although I don't know where it is for the life of me. It probably "got lost" in the move to Alabama.
We were on top of things. We may not have been the popular mean girls, but we were the popular awesome girls. We had a big group of friends and everyone liked us. Well, everyone but Quin and Kelsey. But, we didn't like them anyways. Rileigh was more of the girlie girl. Always wearing the cutest outfits her mom would dress her in. I was more of the tom boy. I wore jeans and t-shirts. I also played kickball with the boys during recess. Oh yeah. I was the bomb. I blame having a brother who was 8 years older then me and a jock in high school. I would spend more time then I can remember around big football and basketball players. So, I was the tom boy because of this. Or at least that's what I blame it on. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is. We were awesome. And we are still awesome. No matter how lame we are. :)
In 6th grade the 2nd largest tornado ever recorded came through our town of Moore, Oklahoma. It took out the brick sign in front of our school. It came behind my house (yes, I was in there with my dad and Morgan) and when it was gone all I could think about was how was Rileigh? Where was she? Is her house ok? Is she ok? As soon as my dad gave us the all clear I ran down to Rileigh's house. Only to be met half way by non other then Rileigh herself.
She's my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without her. And that's only 3 years of our friendship. I've got a lot more stories to come. :) But, Rileigh's post doesn't get a quote. Not this time. What she does get however, is a bunch of random pictures. Enjoy our dorkiness. :)
XO
Kymber.
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