My Bestfriend and I used to go out every night after class, to the point where we’d get so buzzed that we would fight over who was driving back to the dorm, knowing damn well we’re both walking. David, that was my Ace, my best friend. And not the Bestfriend that you met yesterday at Starbucks and you got the same Pumpkin Spice Latte so “It’s destined to be!!”; no. We grew up together, played ball and wrote music. I Learned manners from his mother and how to cuss from mine, ha. We chased the same type of girls in middle school but always promised to never date the same one. We kept that promise. We had planned a nice vacation where me and him would go to Las Angeles to celebrate our 21st birthdays- seeing as their only 3 days apart. My flight left Logan Airport at 8 o’clock in the morning. I’m 30 minutes out when “pop goes the weasel”, my tires blew out. Why? I have no idea. The pressure was perfect, tires rotated. I knew I wasn’t gonna make the flight and David would; also wanted to tell him I loved him, and happy birthday being he’s gonna be thousands of miles away until i see him again. So just said the usual, you know, have a safe flight, you’re my brother. Told him to have a beer open for me when I got down there. He said, “I’ll make sure it’s nice and cold for ya big dog”. We laughed and hung up the phone and I was back to waiting another hour for AAA. My Ticket, to this day, I keep right beside me. “United Airlines Flight 175”. I printed out the last texts we sent to eachother, because we both knew it was gonna be the last texts we sent to eachother. He texts me simply asking “No matter what happens to me on this plane, just promise me one thing”, I replied, yelling as I typed, “Anything, man. Anything”. A moment goes by, to where I’ve already soaked myself in snot and tears; seconds later I get a “ding”... It read “Promise youll be there tomorrow morning? We got a lot of big plans.” I texted back “I’ll be on the next flight brother. Keep it cold for me. I’ll see you soon”. (The End)
