Let me tell you something about Noora Sætre.

We were best friends in middle school. I know, right? It's so embarrassing.

So then in eighth grade, I started going out with my first boyfriend Kyle who was totally gorgeous but then he moved to Indiana, and Noora was like, weirdly jealous of him. Like, if I would blow her off to hang out with Kyle, she'd be like, "Why didn't you call me back?"

And I'd be like, "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

So then, for my birthday party, which was an all-girls pool party, I was like,
"Noora, I can't invite you, because I think you're lesbian."

I mean I couldn't have a lesbian at my party. There were gonna be girls there in their bathing suits. I mean, right?

So then her mom called my mom and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then she dropped out of school because no one would talk to her, and she came back in the fall for high school, she cut and dyed her hair and she was totally weird, she had no friends for a while but then she started hanging out with these other girls that are just as weird as her.

I thought we were done. We didn't talk to each other or even bump into each other in the halls. I thought I'd never had to deal with her ever again.

However, I learned the hard way that Noora Sætre would make her way back into my life.

And I would end up falling head over heels for her.