my best friend

Kyle.
Curled up on the couch in a dark room watching some super low-budget indie film, I feel like the only person still alive. Everything is still, I haven't heard a sound or seen anything outside of this movie for what feels like forever. I can't remember who I am nor can I focus on where I am. I look over, expecting to see him slumped over in his chair fast asleep. But he's not. He's wide awake and as, if not more, engrossed in the weird movie as I am. I smile, because of course he's not sleeping, why would he be? And when the movie's over and the credits tumble down the screen, neither of us says anything. We're just staring off into nothingness, ingesting that new sort of feeling after a good movie. When we finally look at each other, we both burst out laughing, because this movie that probably cost one fiftieth of what Hollywood movies cost to make has made us feel different, has made us feel new, has left us questioning. And then we talk about it, about what it means, how we feel, what the point is. And I love him. I really do, because he's the only person who I can be like this with and who is like this with me.
We've known each other forever. Since we were five and he was the weird, fat kid that lived down the street and I was the "playground slut" with no girl friends. We never really talked though. We always had different groups of friends. And then, the summer after seventh grade, we started "going out" at Kate's end of the year luau. I remember we were laying by the fire, looking up at the stars and he said something about weird they were and I remember feeling the exact same way. After a while we broke up and just sort of became friends. I don't remember the exact moment, I just remember that I felt like we'd always been like this, or were supposed to be. And through all the bullshit since then, we've somehow only gotten closer and closer.
I think he's my soul mate, if such a thing exists. He knows me so well, because he is me. When we talk, it's like he's saying all the thoughts that I haven't been able to put into words. And we can talk about anything. That's a cliche, but whatever. In our case, we actually can. Religion and dreams are some of our most frequented topics, but we can still talk about the dumb stuff like our other friends, our boyfriends/girlfriends, etc. He's just so smart and deep, he gets me like I can't get myself, if that makes sense.
And he's the only guy that I don't feel the need to be something for. I can just be whatever. He's seen me at my worst and my best, with and without makeup, in dirty sweats and in practically nothing, and it doesn't make a difference. I don't feel different around him when I'm not made up, because that's not what it's about with him. I don't need to look good, he already knows what I look like.
We're with each other all the time, but even when we're not things aren't weird. There are weeks when he'll come over every night to do "math" (which usually ends up being me copying his and us watching one of my dad's movies) and then there will be weeks when we won't even talk, but it doesn't make a difference. He's like reading your favorite book or watching your favorite movie, it doesn't matter how long it's been since you've last seen it or read it, it's still gonna be as good as you remember it, if not better. And when we are together, it's amazing yet nothing special. But in a good way like when you go to your favorite class, you go all the time but it's still your favorite, still good.
And he'll always be like that. Familiar and amazing. My worst fear is that we'll go different ways after high school and never see each other again. We've made plans to get married, make up our own religion, have ten kids and force them to be extremely smart and read all our favorite books. But who knows what will happen. And for right now, that's okay.