Me and my cousin Ashley always got on well together. I was an only child and spent a lot of time with her on play dates when my parents were splitting up. After particularly vicious arguments between mom and dad, mom would bring me to her sister's to stay the night. This started happening more and more frequently until mom and dad finally got the hint. By that point, Ashley and me were inseparable. She was two years younger than me so I became like a big sister to her. We would share beds and spend hours playing hairdresser with each other. I taught her how to plait her hair. In return, she accidentally cut a chunk of mine off (I had to wear a hat in school for 3 months until it grew back). She became my escape, my confidant, my partner in crime. That was until my parents actually got divorced and I moved away with mom.
Over the next 10 years, we barely saw each other. Every now and then we'd get together at Thanksgiving or Christmas. But our relationship changed. After not seeing each other for months or years at a time, it wasn't so easy to just pick up where we left off. As if nothing happened. We would still laugh and reminisce and plait each other's hair like we were young, but something was different and I couldn't put my finger on what. Until her 18th birthday.
I got a text from her about 2 weeks before her 18th saying that she was going to have a small party, close family and friends, and wanted me to be there. I could feel my heart smile as I read that text, like that nostalgic, bittersweet feeling you get when you're cleaning your room and find a dusty box of your old favorite toys.
I spent the next 2 weeks trying to plan my outfit. Seeing family after a long time apart always felt like making a first impression all over again. You have to dress grown up, but not too grown up. You have to find that perfect balance between cute and sophisticated. If you hear 'my God, you've grown!', or 'you were just this big when I last saw you!', then you know you've nailed it.
Mom drove me to Ashley's house. I felt nervous for the first time. I was 16 when we last saw each other. A lot happens in 4 years, especially at that age. I sat in the passenger seat fiddling with the hem of my dress.
'Leave it alone, you'll pull a thread and then it'll be ruined'. Mom swatted a hand at me. I was actually pretty happy with my outfit. I was wearing a black dress that stopped about halfway up my thighs, with sleeves just past my elbows, and a thin brown leather belt. The material was light and soft so, despite it being summer, it didn't get hot. I could feel the breeze blowing through, brushing my skin. I was pretty damn small then: no curves worth mentioning, and my boobs stopped growing at like 14. But this dress hugged me just right. I won't lie, I looked pretty good.
Mom took a couple glances at me.
'Are you OK?'
'Yeah, I'm fine'
'You sure? Not nervous are you?'
'Nervous? No, why?' I furrowed my brow.
'Oh, no. No reason.' We pulled up to a red light. She looked in the mirror, smacked her lips and pulled at her crows feet with a finger.
'Now, are you sure you got everything?' She sighed noticing lines around her eyes.
'Yes, mom. I double checked before we left.'
'Alright... Do you have your toothbrush?'
'Yes'
'Clean underwear for the morning?'
'Yes, mom. I told you.'
'OK, I'm just checking.' I connected my phone to the car and put on a random playlist. We didn't talk much for the rest of the journey.
When we got there, the house was flooded with people: family I hadn't seen in years, and friends of Ashley's I had never met before. I followed mom into the living room and said hi to my aunt.
'Oh! You look so cute! Aren't you just a doll!' My aunt rested her chin on her palm and eyed me up and down.
'I think Ashley's in the kitchen, honey. Go in, say hi!' I walked through the double doors to the kitchen. Ashley was perched on the kitchen table, circled by her giggling friends. She saw me. Her eyes widened. The whites of her eyes lit up her face. She threw her arms in the air, jumped off the table and screamed with the force of an entire bachelorette party. She skipped over and threw her arms around me in a tight bear hug. I wriggled my arms free and wrapped them around her.
'Oh my god, Nicole! it's so good to see you. Thanks so much for coming'. She wore a huge '18 Today!' pin on her chest that poked her boob when she squeezed me.
'Agh... shit. I gotta stop doing that', she laughed. Her dress was gorgeous. A tight-fitting plum halter neck dress with a diamond window of cleavage in the center. She looked fabulous. She introduced me to her confused circle of friends and got me a soda. We were just kids when we last hung out. I could hardly recognize the woman that stood beside me. People say you don't know what you've got until you lose it, but I think they've got it twisted: you don't know what you've lost until you get it back. I didn't realise just how much I missed her.
The night went on, and people slowly started going home. My mom said her goodbyes and told me she'd pick me up around 12 the next day, so I'd better not keep her waiting. Soon it was just me and Ashley's family left recounting stories from her childhood curled up in the sitting room.
'OK, I'm heading to bed. Nicole, you know where you're sleeping?' My aunt rocked herself forward and got to her feet.
'In with Ashley, right?'
'Is that alright?'
'Yeah, of course'. She smiled and nodded her head.
'Happy birthday, my angel'. She planted a kiss on Ashley's forehead and went to bed. Ashley turned to me.
'Wanna chill in my room and watch a film or something?'