My best friend was the kind of person everyone thought was their best friend

Growing up, I had a friend who was one hell of a character. She was tall and very fair, with slightly narrow eyes and a frame so slim that I used to tease her, "Did you lie under a bus or something?" She'd just laugh it off. She had almost no curves to speak of, but somehow that never took away from the way she carried herself. Her favorite color was red, and it somehow suited her perfectly.

She was my best friend or at least I liked to think so. But who am I kidding? With the way she was, everyone probably thought she was their best friend.

What really made her unforgettable was her personality. She had this incredibly bubbly nature. She was effortlessly funny, the kind of person who could make an entire room laugh without even trying. She was the kind of girl who would laugh with you when you were happy and cry with you when things fell apart. Beneath all the jokes, she was fiercely loyal. If you trusted her with a secret, it stayed with her forever.

She had this strange, playful charm about her. She flirted with everyone and everything... boys, girls, animals, even plants if they stood still long enough. Somehow your own boyfriend would end up being friendlier with her than with you, but never in a threatening way. It always felt more like mischievous sibling energy than anything serious.

Ironically, despite all that flirtation, she never had a truly serious relationship. At one point she even had five or six boyfriends at the same time, and she didn't seem the least bit worried about any of them finding out about the others. That was just part of her chaotic, carefree nature.

Some girls in her batch were jealous of her and treated her terribly. Yet for some reason, she still showed them loyalty, as if she believed she owed it to them. No matter how they acted, she was always there for them when they needed her.

If I ever wrote a book, the female lead would be based on her. She's exactly the kind of character people would think was too outrageous to be real... except she was.

I'd probably send my book to her if I ever wrote it, though knowing her, she'd roll her eyes. She's never really been the type to care much for romance stories also she was not a reader.