IPKKND? OS 'Best Friends Forever'

Best Friends Forever

I've gotta couple of things that I'd like to tell

About a boy who knows me quite very well

He knows my favorite things; he knows what makes me sad

Whenever he's around, oh, I'm never mad

The door burst open, the force slamming it against the wall, its creaking noise effectively cutting off the soft rhythm that filled the otherwise silent room. His fingers hovered over the strings of his guitar, his bare feet sinking into the woolen carpet that his mother insisted on as he leaned against the parapet wall in his balcony, his back pressed against the hard surface. The late spring's evening breeze playing with his front locks, its lazy caressing soothing his stressful day while he looked up at the welcomed intervention. Though, the intervention would be everything he wanted to avoid for the evening, didn't help as his steel gray eyes found her hazel greens as soon as he looked up.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Her usually musical voice rasped as she strode towards him, standing in front of him with her hands resting on her hips that were so charasterically her, the tell-tale signs of her anger and annoyance clearly evident on her face. Her brows narrowed, forehead frowned, jaw clinched and shoulders taut in futile attempts of suppressed rage.

Been inseparable since the day that we met

But this is different than you think, I bet

He's just my best friend

Nothing more and nothing less

He shook his head, his fingers tugging at the string, its vibration as calm and soothing as the composition he had just played. "Playing." He pointed out with a smirk, anticipating the turbulence that he associated with her ever since they were five.

The memory was still as fresh as the day it had happened. His mother had dragged him to one of her kitty parties, claiming that she needed to introduce her prince of a son to her friends. He had rolled his eyes then, his father had chuckled as he narrated his childhood stories years later, and stomped his feet off with one condition. He would come if they would buy him Monster Trucks Custom Shop and Lego City set. Or so he was told, anyways. There, he sat at a corner, minding his own business when she came into his life like an unexpected tornado over the calm ocean. Quiet literally. She had pushed his legs and jumped onto the chair to his left. Her two pony tails bobbling as she unzipped her pink Barbie bag and started emptying it, throwing half of the stuffed toys with big eyes and artificial blush on his lap.

"What are these?" He hissed half irritated and half curious as he watched her, though he never understood girls his age and their obsession on stuffed toys and Barbie dolls.

"Lalaloopsy," she informed with a chuckle, "will you help me destroy at least half of these? I'll share my chocolate with you." She had pleaded. "These are my awfully mean cousin's. I don't like her."

That day, they had spent the better part drawing unimpressive sketches on all of the Lalaloopsies. By the end of their mothers' party, he had promised her that he would meet later the next day to scheme against her mean cousin.

Now, thirteen years later, they were as inseparable as ever. They were best friends, go-to person, partners in crime and one's own greatest rivel.

"Don't act smart, Jha!"

Shyam M Jha rolled his eyes, finally tugging the guitar in its case and turned his attention to his weird, heavenly beautiful and certified lunatic of a best friend. Her eyes flashed in annoyance, strands of hair that found its permanent escape from her pony falling all over her face that his peers find attractive. "What did I do now?" He asked with forced calmness. Whatever he did, however he did to protect her from unwanted attention from his peers and school mates, both their seniors and juniors included, she never failed to find faults in him. So much for being a responsible friend...

He would meet me after class, and I would meet him after his

Nowadays it's pretty hard to find a friend like this

I could listen to him rant about the girls he likes

And in return he'd help me find my Mr. Right

He's always got my back; he wants the best for me

"Did you or did you not cornered NK after school?" She demanded, the menace in her voice would send chills down anyone's spine.

Shyam hissed under his breath, a string of profanities he'd never want to utter in decent company. Not that her precense unsettled him. No, with her, he could just be him but even he didn't want her to pick more of the cusses than she already had. And god forbide, if their mothers had to know the source of her knowledge, he'd be shipped off to remote islands!

"Did you or did you not?" Her voice almost inaudible as she hissed again, arresting his eyes as she held her murderous glare on him.

"Err... may be?" He replied but shook his head almost immediately. "The guy's trying to make a move on you, Khushi! You! And no one's ever dared to do that. They knew the consequences."

He's just my best friend

Nothing more and nothing less

He's just my best friend

And he'll be there til the end

Khushi slumped her shoulders, her hands falling off her hips, to her sides as she balled her fists, forcing herself to take deep breaths, she composed, willing some of her anger ebb before looking at him. "You know NK can never gather his balls and ask me out, Shyam. Even if he does, what's the big deal?"

Shyam did not think it would be a big deal. He knew it was a big deal. After all, it was Khushi Gupta they were talking about. Everything about her was a notch higher than his normal radar. And he wouldn't allow anyone, absolutely anyone, even come within five metre radius near her. Well, except for the one guy who, Shyam was convinced after months of observation, was worthy of being with her - the guy who held his friend's interest ever since he had transferred to their school two years ago.

"Besides, he's a nice guy." Khushi continued, now taking a seat besides him, stretching her legs and scooping his arm in hers. "I like him."

Some say that it's impossible for a boy and a girl to be as close as us

Without falling in love, but if you haven't noticed

We'll prove you wrong because...

"Puh...lease!" Shyam sniggered. "The whole school knows there's just one guy you like, Khush. Besides, I saw him having a serious catching up with NK just before I reached the guy." He informed with a sly smirk.

"Damn no!" Khushi shrieked, her face now controrted in embarrassment. "What the hell is wrong with you both?" She demanded, turning to face him. Her eyes were now positively ablaze, reminding him of a tidal wave caught in whirlpool of uncontrollable waves. "NK is a good friend. He's not going to ask me out. It's just a stupid rumor that I'm sure Sheetal ignited just to piss him off. And NK is an easy target. He didn't even know NK and still never liked him!"

Shyam couldn't help but laugh. "Are you sure, darling?" He asked, his eyes glowing in curiosity. "Because, I kinda ran into your guy earlier this noon while he was eavesdropping while you were talking to one of your friends." He grinned mischeviously. "And I did catch bits and pieces. I quote," he cleared his throat dramatically and air quoted, "if he's not gonna man up and ask me out by the end of the day, I'm so gonna say yes to NK."

"You didn't!" Khushi screamed, the revelation ten folds intense than when she had heard about the little verbal fight in boys locker room that involved Shyam and NK. "He did not!" She hissed, her head buried in her hands as she shut her eyes. "Please tell me he did not eavesdrop..."

Shyam suppressed his laughter, enjoying his friend's obvious discomfort. It was a rare sight one would witness Khushi all embarrassed and he would be damned if he missed any such opportunities. "I'm sure he's gonna call, though." He said positively. "The guy's on a mission now, Khush. I wonder why he didn't ever talk to you, despite making it clear for the entire world to see that he's head over heels for you."

Like a sister and a brother you won'd find another pair

With a friendship as good as ours

Been through each other's ups and downs, never keeping any secrets

Just to get to where we are

Her eyes lowered as her lips curved into a sly smile. "We're too stubborn to make the first move." She confessed, her voice barely a whisper, just as her mobile buzzed, the caller ID teasing as his picture popped up. With tousseled hair, wet and dripping, droplets trailing off his face, eyes that resembled molten lava over chocolate mousse cake and smile that radiated and contagious, it was taken after his first soccer's match.

Arnav

Khushi threw a quick glance at her friend, a soft rose tinge adoring her cheeks as she whispered a meaningless excuse and ran off the room, with mobile pressed to her heart.

Shyam watched her retreating form and shook his head with an amused smile. He had been doubtful all these years but now, he was sure about it. His lunatic best friend found her perfect match.

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