Nikki is simply a case all her own. She's unique, odd, my best friend, and here's what she looks like:
Nikki has her own homepage too, and you can visit it, but only 'cause I think you're being nice by checking out my page. Her page has TONS of music links, some of them I put on there just for some people, so don't think she likes EVERYBODY on there... she's ready to kick my butt for some of those people, and she MADE me take Frank Sinatra off. *sigh* Also, as I know she'd have me tell you, the page needs a little updating, and within two weeks that updating will be done.
Nikki really likes poetry, and other such things, as does most of the people on my friends page, except for those in the smaller letters; they just don't know what is good. Since Nikki doesn't have a poetry link on her page, I'm going to make one here.
Other things about Nikki, besides her liking of music and poetry, is her liking of another person on this page. A CANADIAN, at that. He's the one that goes by Loco_Vortex, and by clicking more at the bottom of this page, you can check him out.
Nikki is also just crazy about her cute-as-can-be niece, Desee, and her adorable nephew, Logan. They are both just SOO cute, but presently I have no way of scanning their photos, but I'll somehow find a way, because one of the most important things to Nikki would be her niece. (And not to mention she's got her school psyched into thinking the kid is hers. A fine example of the 'creative' side of Nikki.)
The History
How I met Nikki, and the course of our friendship, isn't an extravagant story, but just the same I feel I should share it with you. It's a little long, but please take the time to read it; you just might enjoy it...
When I first came to Kentucky, having been transported from Michigan, it was in the sixth grade. I was in Nikki's class, but she would have rather slapped me then to look my way. (This wasn't our best year.) We didn't talk that much either, and we saw each other as combatants in literature arts; who could please the teacher better?
The next year, after I lost my glasses, long hair, and a few WAY out-of-style clothes, I attempted to make conversation with Nikki. She was the type that everybody followed around; a leader, and she took the job rather seriously. Yet when I first tried making conversation with Nikki in the politest terms I can come up with, she blew me off. Yet, a persistent little twerp, as some might say, I kept it up. I called her, and she showed NO interest in talking.
Time passed by, and FINALLY, Nikki and I started getting along. She started talking on the phone, and she didn't look at me like I was stupid anymore! *Hooray!* From there, things went really well, but they didn't stay that way.
After some time, I told Nikki a secret I'd been holding back. I should have never kept it from her, but she was the first person I ever told, so it wasn't like I was sharing it with everyone BUT her. Yet, it did anger her that I hadn't told her, and our friendship went haywire. We fought over EVERYTHING, and if looks could kill during some of those arguments, neither one of us would be here today.
We pretty much stopped calling each other, and at school we separated. It wasn't much fun on my end to play enemies, but it still happened, and at the time I had no care to fix it. Loneliness seeped in, but I ignored it as much as the fact I missed the friendship.
Time passed, as it often does, and slowly but surely, things starting patching up. Maybe that was all we needed; time. The friendship was great once again, if not better than it had ever been. Yet, then I learned, with a heartache, that Nikki had been seriously considering moving in with her mom in Ohio, quite a ways away from me. I kept pretty much quiet about it, silently praying it wouldn't ever fly. But wings grew just the same.
One day in computer lab, Nikki came over extremely happy, and more bubbly than I had ever seen her. "I'm moving in with Mom!" she said. The remorse and the hurt I tried desperately to hide with everything in me. I had to leave when the opportunity came up to help the lab aide (after I asked her to get me out of the room) and through tears I spilled my feelings about it to the lab aide, who was a pretty close adult friend of mine. Crystal, the lab aide, tried to help me out. There was really nothing she could say, aside from that she'd been through it, and things would turn out for the best.
Drying my tears to the best of my ability. I went back into the computer lab to face the facts. It didn't help much to see Nikki again, and know that so very soon, I wouldn't see her for a LONG time.
Nikki's last days were slow and long, but while looking back I can remember little of them. I tried to remain happy for Nikki, because one of her dreams was to get out of the school she'd been at for so long. (Deming, our school, holds K-12 all in one building, and she'd been there since pre-school.) She had to deal with enough; one of her friends even put up the option of suicide if Nikki left. That was a smack in the face, and I tried even harder to achieve the hiding of my feelings.
The pain wasn't yet over. Nikki moved away the weekend of my birthday, and couldn't even come to my party because she had to move her things into her mother's house. I was more quiet at that party than any I'd ever had.
So Nikki moved to Ohio, and moved around a little bit, and to this day she's perched in Aberdeen, Ohio which is about 30 miles from my northern Kentucky home. I saw her rarely at first, and even more rarely (try never) received any mail, though I wrote her often. Now, though, we see each other much more than before, and the friendship is one of the most enjoyable things. We both know everything there is to know about each other, and the hilarious things we get into would crack your sides. There's a special relationship we share that can't even come half close to my other friendships.
The whole things reminds me of wine, in its fine aging process. It sits there for a long time on the shelf, and when it gets so old, the wineries owners put it away in a separate place to keep. There it just keeps on aging and getting better and better. One day it will be opened, and who knows when that day will be? She's already claimed the spot of matron of honor at my wedding! ;) I can only hope the future creates more memories for me of the greatest friendship that could ever be; the one that's between ol' Nikki and me.
