I'd been friends with Nikki for what seemed like forever. We met when we were three and her family moved into the house across the street from us. While not in the Fortune 400, both our families were quite well off. So we exclusively hung out with other rich folk, not wanting to mingle with the plebeians. It made sense that she and I would grow up good friends, as our parents practically insisted on it. Besides, Nikki was nice.
We were born only eight days apart. We went to the same exclusive private schools together and often were in the same classes. We even attended the same college and graduated in the same class.
What no one knew was that her father had made some poor financial decisions and had borrowed money from the Mafia. Money he had not paid back.
The fire was designed to make it look like an electrical malfunction had caused it. It started at 3:00 a.m. and blocked the escape route for Nikki's parents. It very quickly spread to her room, then the rest of the house.
By the time the fire department arrived, her parents were dead and she had severe burns. She was in the hospital for three weeks. Skin grafts could only do so much.
We of course took her in, once she was out of the hospital. She wanted to share a room with me, so my parents put in a second bed for her. We're rich: my bedroom was larger than some entire apartments the poor people have to live in.
"Nikki... jeez, i'm so sorry about what happened."
"Don't be. You didn't do anything to cause it, Chad."
"Still. It royally sucks." I wrapped my best-friend-since-childhood in a gentle hug and kissed her cheek.
"You're sweet. But it was Dad's fault. He's the one who got mixed up with them."
"You're only 23. And an orphan. That's horseshit."
"Can we talk about something else? I know you're trying to be sympathetic. I know you care a lot about me. But I don't feel up to dealing with it."
"Okay." I shut my mouth and just held Nikki for a while.
I didn't bring the subject up again. But it was obvious to Nikki that I was a sympathetic ear if she ever wanted to discuss it. About a week later, she burst into tears right as we were about ready for bed. I sat on her bed and silently wrapped an arm around her, nudging her head onto my chest. She locked her arms around me and blubbered for what had to be at least 30 minutes. I found myself gently patting her head without thinking about it.
When she'd finished making a wet mess of my pajama shirt, she sniffled a few times and looked up, her eyes meeting mine.
"Is it...?"
I couldn't bring myself to finish my sentence.
"No. I'm over that. Chad, I know they were my parents, and they weren't BAD to me. But they weren't particularly good to me either. Quite frankly, I feel like they ignored me most of the time. It's hard to miss people who really weren't in your life anyway."
"So what is it?"
Nikki took a deep breath.
"The burns. They've left me butt-ugly. No one who sees me will ever want me."
"Bullshit. You're a wonderful, kind, caring, gentle, sweet person. A few scars on the skin won't make a damn bit of difference."
"Thanks for saying that. Of course YOU would believe that, you've known me all my life. But to other people, who haven't known me all my life, the first thing they'll see is the burns and they'll be revolted."
I traced a line with my lips along the burn scars on her face and neck.
"You are beautiful, Nikki. Inside and out. I wish I had someone as awesome as you in my life as my girlfriend."
"Why don't you have one, Chad?"
I paused to think. It's not like I hadn't ever gone on dates, but there just wasn't ever that chemistry. And looking back on it...
"Because every time I was on a date, I was comparing the girl in question to you, and they didn't measure up."
That triggered a renewed bout of crying. When she'd finished drenching my shirt again, Nikki looked up at me.
"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."
I prised her hands from around me, got up, changed my pajama shirt, and climbed into my own bed after turning off the bedroom light.
"Goodnight, Nikki. Remember, you're awesome... and beautiful inside and out."
"Goodnight, flatterer."
The next night, Nikki came over to my bed.
"Kiss along my scars again, Chad."
I did.
"You think I'm still attractive."