Well, it's the final part of the saga. I'm glad to give you all an ending but I'm sad that I have to come up with something else for next week!

If you're just tuning in, you can find the rest of the story by reading my other blog entries

And now, the ending . . .

As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Laine and I didn’t speak to each other for a very long time. Things were not good between us. We shared the same friends but avoided each other completely. Luckily for me, she was avoiding me from thousands of miles away and I was having a blast my senior year in high school.

Well, eventually, after many long months, I got over it. We both did. I forgave Laine and she me. Eventually it was water under the bridge and we were friends again and laughing about the whole thing.

You sense a but right?

Yeah, there’s a but.

Wouldn’t you know, that about a year and a half or so later, on a quick weekend trip with our other girlfriends to California, that bastard Jason resurfaced, and wouldn’t you know, Laine called him up and arranged to go out on a date with him.

The rest of us were going to Knott’s Berry Farm and Laine decided, as seemed to be her younger year pattern, to choose the guy over the girls. So she stayed behind and went to dinner with him and was going to meet us at Knott’s later. I figured there was nothing I could do, so I didn’t argue.

Yet, she never showed up at the park. We all rolled our eyes and said things like “figures.” But we had a blast, laughing, going on rides and even meeting new boys. It was a great night and we felt sorry that Laine had missed it.

When we got back from the park I discovered Laine was not back yet and my suitcase had been rifled through and my FAVORITE OUTFIT was missing, I think something snapped. I had thought I was over it. I had thought I had forgiven her, but apparently, I hadn’t quite done that yet.

I stormed outside to go on a walk and cool off. I had thoughts of tracking her down and ripping my puffy blue vest off her betraying shoulders (ew, puffy vests right?!?!) and leaving her butt in California to walk home. I was pretty flaming mad.

Then I saw the thing that sent me over my delicate edge.

There was a foreign truck parked in front my grandparents house, with two people making out in it. And when they saw me, they ducked. Gee. Who could that possibly be?

There were many, many mean, horrible thoughts running through my head at that moment, but, as is my nature sometimes. I chose the awesomely passive aggressive route. I pretended I didn’t see and just kept walking, around the block and back to the house. I had a plan. An evil, vengeful plan.

Giggling with the other girls, I walked around the house and with an evil smile on my face, I locked every.single.door.

Those of you who know m myself or my grandparents know two things:

One, the door at Club Lynsky is NEVER, EVER locked.

Second, you know that this is probably the most aggressive I’ve ever been in a fight with someone. I don’t usually do stuff like that. I just don’t. I usually just take a few minutes, try to get over it and move on. Oh not this time. I was being malicious, and I liked it. It was almost 2 AM and I knew Laine wouldn't dare wake up anyone in the house to get in, so I knew she'd be stuck outside.

At whatever point Laine and Jason stopped sucking face, she tried to come back inside to go to bed. And there was no way in. She had to sleep in my grandparent’s camper in the driveway that night. I don’t know if there were blankets in there or not, but I imagined she was freezing, and I giggled evil-y the whole night through.

For the sake of a true soap opera, I wish the story could end there, that it started a cruel chain of events where eventually one of us steals the other’s husband or something, but it does have a happy ending.

I never really brought up that night. I think I acted like the door locking was an accident, that I had no idea. I did what I normally do, and I got over it. We drove back to Utah and carried on our lives. I’m fairly quick to forgive and don’t usually hold a grudge and in this case, I think getting my little piece of revenge made me feel SO much better, so I didn't feel the need to fight with her about it. Plus, I had realized that Jason was, in fact, a huge loser, and there were much better fish to be found in the sea. Plus, if she really wanted him, she could have him.

As life would have it, she thought he was a loser too at this point. We all moved on. I was back to being best friends with Laine in no time. She met a new guy and got engaged shortly after that, and life rolled on, leaving Jason in the dust. I think he married a girl named Daisy. I like to think she’s dumb as a brick. She has to be for marrying him, right?!

Looking back, I think that experience actually brought us closer together in the long run. She and I are both happily married, still close friends. And I am glad. My life was missing something those few months we weren’t speaking. I missed her and I’m glad we kissed and made up. You live, you learn, you grow up and you move on, right? But boy oh boy it sure makes a fantastic story. And Laine and I laugh about it all.the.time.

The.End.

Now, the mostest fun part! Other soapy stories for you to read!!

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Are you playing Soap Opera Sunday too? If so, be sure you link back to me and Brillig and then let us know you’re playing (please do not assume that we already know!) and we’ll add your link to the list! For more info, read the post titled "Taking the Show on the Road."