Someone to Care and Understand

A friend is a gold coin, a best friend is a gold bar and a BFF is a treasure! To have a shoulder to lean on when you're alone, to be held in someone's arms when you're feeling down and nobody knows, is worth something. To have someone to talk-out your heart is enough to face whatever life puts in your way. Earn, earn a BFF, a treasure, before it's too late. It'll help you to find your roots.

I found out my treasure when I was 16, I was studying in +1. My stream was Commerce and we had a little strength of 13 students. 12 girls and a single guy! His name was Nethan Bijoy. He had a twin-sister, Nancy Angela, who was in the same class too. No one, even I, expected him to continue in our class. We all were so sure that he'd dump Commerce and move on to the Science batch. But he didn't. And I don't know how did I get to be so lucky!

 

We didn't talk much during the first few weeks. To be frank, he wouldn't even look at the other girls but Nancy! Let me tell you, at that times I didn't even recognize that he existed in our class! He was not that quiet, but, not that blabby either. Yeah, he'd talk, but only if you make the move and put the stick on his mouth and, believe me, the chap never stops once he gets into it! But I didn't know all these, then, I was like "Ah.. What the hell's up with that guy?"

Then one day, our class teacher decided to change the seating arrangements of the class and since I was the VI gal, I got to sit in the first row. And since Nethan was the only guy in the class, he, too, got to sit in the front row, on the right front row, directly in front of the blackboard, right beside me! Ha! funny how life gives you what you exactly need at the moment when you least expect it. I wanted to talk but I kept my face blank and my mouth shut-tight for an hour or so. Gosh! I didn't wanna let him think that I'm the girl with a mic on her throat, which I am, really!

Then the next hour came, which was Accountancy and it is hell to me. No need to mention I had to read the stuff on board which I never could and do the stupid calculation all by using my 'not-so-cool-at-math' brain. Usually I write down board-written stuffs with the help of my neighbors dictating 'em to me. "Crap", I thought, "how the hell am I gonna ask this boy do that for me? What will he think?" I closed my eyes and screamed inside. I said 'inside' right? But, wow, the chap beside me heard that, I think! "Hey, want me to read it out?" He asked with a crooked smile. Stunned, I opened my eyes. "Erm..." I paused, feeling like a total jerk. "Well, yup, but... How do you know?" "Oh, like you're an alien!" He frowned. "Who doesn't know in here, wait, you're my classmate, right?" "Fine, please read it out for me, would you?" I asked with a smile which I managed hard not to fake. "Of course" he replied and started reading out for me. "Man! He's cool, really" I thought to myself and smiled as we went on with the class. I managed to say a weak "Thank you" after the class which he waved off with his hand. He smiled at me and I returned it. "So, Maria, friends". He put up his right hand which I took in mine and, "friends", I said. We shook hands. Yo! There ya go, ha!

Days, weeks and months passed by and our friendship grew bigger and stronger with each passing day. When we got free hours, we'd talk and talk about many things; life, dreams, friends, food, movies, music, yes! MUSIC. He was a really good singer with an outstanding voice. He was a great fan of Akon, Eminem and Enrique. He wanted to be a rapper, and I wanted to be a Popstar. Wow! Our dreams were cool, eh? There were many times when we'd sit together, he and I, and we sang. Not really,I sang and he rapped. We had a cool time doing that. I simply loved it! I think that's what brought us together, so close. But, I hate teling you guys this, he HATED Miley Cyrus! Whom I ADORED! He used to tease me, callin' me "Piley Virus", git! That's one of many things we quarreled about!

Nethan was a typical, decent gentleman. But he did have the usual boyish  restlessness which would get you crazy sometimes. What touched me most about him was his care for others and his innocence. He was so understanding. I can tell you this from my heart. No one ever understood me, never, as he did. He knew even the minute things about me which I never noticed by myself. And that, that is really rare among my friends. He had every faith in me even the times when I had no faith in myself. He would go on cracking jokes and saying stupid things to make me smile whenever I felt down or depressed. He was a big brother, a caring friend, a part of myself I never wanted to lose.

All these times, when I look back, I can honestly say that I've never had a friend like Nethan. He is special. I can't tell you how many times we'd had a fight, (mainly 'cause of my fault) and it was HIM who called me up and said 'sorry' to make it alright. I've never ever found a person so caring, so forgiving and so loving; unless  you count my Mom, but that's different. He's my diamond in the rough. He is my treasure!