Talena and Jasmine; a story of friendship

Talena was the wierd one, and Jasmine, well, she was, too fucking normal. When they had met in 7th grade Talena had been the one everyone stared at, and Jasmine was the psyco girl who let Talena hang around her.

There friendship was an odd combination. The preppy princess, Jasmine, with her straight A’s and a chastity ring, and the goth, Talena, who dressed as if she mourned for the dead all year long, and blasted satanic people like Marilyn Manson on her disk man loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Over the next two and a half years Jasmine and Talena’s friendship blossomed. Jasmine ‘lost’ her chastity ring and her bright colors to change her wardrobe the the morbid colors you see in most. She stopped listening to the poppy shit and actually became fasinated with Kittie, Manson, KoRn, Disturbed, Tool, and others. In the middle of their friendship when Talena was just starting to accept Jasmine as a goth their friendship changed.

Jasmine was confused by her best friend Talena. Yea Talena was acting different, and when she smiled at Jasmine with her big brown eyes and her naturally black hair curling around her shoulders, Jasmine would get so lost. Talena looked at her differently, and instead of glaring and tromping through the stores like they usually did, Talena would grab Jasmine’s hand in hers and intertwin her fingers with Jasmine’s as they paced slowly down the isles.

And then when they would lye next to eachother in bed at night Talena would curl up right into Jasmine’s arms and they would cling to eachother as if it was the end of the world.

Then on New Year’s Eve Jasmine went over to Talena’s house, like she usually did. She looked at Talena when the clock struck twelve and raised her glass of champaine. Her little sister Plum was in the room, and before Talena moved her glass from Jasmine’s she held her gaze a moment longer.

Her sister left and went to sleep in her room.

Jasmine and Talena turned on their music as they listened to the black sterio whisper it they got into bed. Crawling under the covers to talk, but instead Talena slipped into Jasmine’s arms and she turned around. Jasmine barely moved her head, and their lips brushed. Talena slipped her arms around Jasmine’s neck and she kissed Jasmine.