Every girl should have such a best friend. Caroline and I pretty much had a standing arrangement that if we weren't otherwise occupied, we hung out together. We took tennis lessons and drank tang. She taught me chess. We'd roll the innertubes down the half-block to the public dock, where we'd jump in the lake for hours at a time, all by ourselves.
It's too bad frat-boys and their ilk always assume there's some hot lesbian action going on. Having a best-gal-pal is the best thing in the world.
I'm feeling partial to the cropped version of this, but most seem to prefer this one. C'est la vie.