Kylie and I are the best of friends. Despite only really meeting each other a month ago, our minds seem to match and cling to the same interests. I can remember when we really found  how great of friends we could be. My stomach had given an excited twist as my dad and I pulled up to her house. We would have our first sleepover that night. I hoped I wouldn't do anything stupid and embarrass myself. My parents had taught me about first impressions, and I really wanted her parents to like me.

Her front door popped open just as a flurry of barking rose from the interior. I stepped into Kylie's house, my heart racing and my mind telling me to run upstairs and start the sleepover immediately. Her dogs rushed to me, a brown little puppy, and an older, but just as excited, black Labrador. They began jumping and licking, seeming just as excited about the sleepover as I was. Kylie stepped around the corner to greet me just as the dogs turned on her. Her deep blue eyes widened right before the dogs were on her, leaping at her long legs and biting at her delicate hands. She smiled and leaned down to pet them.

She has has an amazing way with animals. The way she looked at her puppies, I could tell that she loves them so much. I love dogs, but I couldn't deal with the constant energy all the time. I'm honestly more of a cat person and admire her energy and the way she wrestled the dogs.  She pushed the dogs away and led me upstairs.
She lunged onto her bed and gave me a devilish grin, holding up her phone. On the screen was the album that we are both obsessed with. The album was actually the entire reason we clicked. I had just known her as the girl with the locker next to me, who was kind and loved complaining about the unfairness of lower lockers. That one day a month ago, she came to sit with me and my friends. I had been looking at a sweatshirt with the album cover on it at the time, and I felt her eyes shift to my phone screen. My face barely had time to flush with embarrassment when she yelled in my ear.

¨You like-?¨ No way. No one in this school listened to that album, yet here was my locker mate, freaking out beside me.

Without that album, we would have never become friends.  She hit play and begun nodding her head to the beat of the first song. I knew that she wanted to dance crazily around the room, but wouldn't unless I did it too. She could get out there and let her craziness take off without her brain, but I hold her back, making sure that she stays at just the right amount of crazy and just the right amount of actually being a sane person. I knew I couldn't dance in any way so we sat on the bed listening and making comments on the music for a while. Eventually we gained the courage to sing at the top of our lungs, though we were too shy to dance like idiots, even if it was just the two of us. After two hours and twenty two minutes, the album ended. She turned to me. ¨What do you want to do now?¨ 

I had no clue. ¨We could watch a movie if you want.¨ We clicked on Puss in Boots because that was the only movie on. We drank Coke and ate cheese pizza for dinner. At about 9:30 we were getting sleepy. Our stomachs were stuffed and we were exhausted from earlier. I knew that if I told her to turn off the movie so we could sleep, she would, even if she was still watching. She was caring in that way, always putting others before herself. We finished the movie, shut off the TV and finally settled in to get some sleep. My side seemed weirdly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable I knew I couldn't sleep. I told Kylie about the problem, so we flicked on the lights and found that the top corner of my half of the bed had sunk a good foot. I hefted up the mattress while she adjusted the beams that held it up. Finally we crawled back in bed. I got myself comfortable and closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to come.
    

I hear a rustling and force my eyes open. Kylie had rolled over to look me in the eye and grinned. ¨So what do you think about…” She proceeded to list some of the girls in our grade. I checked my phone for the time, not wanting to have the conversation. It read 11:23. Sighing, I told her what I thought of the girls. We gossiped for nearly 10 minutes, each one becoming more and more enjoyable and energetic. We finally decided to get some sleep so I checked my phone for time again. 12:46.

I told her the time and she stared at me. ¨But we were only talking for 10 minutes!” she exclaimed, eyes wide. I stare at my phone, not quite believing what I saw. There was absolutely no way that our conversation had lasted an entire hour. The strangeness gave us enough energy to power through a second movie, Hotel Transylvania.

Unfortunately, while we watched the movie we just soaked in more and more energy.

An idea popped into my mind, so I shifted to face her. ¨Want some gum?¨ She grinned, understanding that this was part of the master plan I had put together earlier. During Halloween I was gifted an entire pound of Dubble Bubble. My plan was to eat as much gum as possible and shove the wrappers that we saved into her friend´s locker in revenge for his rudeness or whatnot.

It's weird, that certain time of night where you can suddenly just push away sleep and become nocturnal. Being the weird, teenage girls that we are, we decided to play with matches, and FaceTime friends. I never would have had the courage to light an entire box of matches in my room, or to FaceTime my sleeping friends in the middle of the night, but Kylie was at ease lighting matches in her room while FaceTiming at night.

Though we both stand close to the edge of absolute craziness, while I edge away from it, Kylie runs forewards full blast, yanking me along with her. Though we have some opposites, we are still very close friends, with many common interests.