Today I bring to you a great concern over a group of YA characters who figure prominently in most novels and yet, are the most overlooked in the grand scheme of things. Yes, I am talking about the often suffering, often killed Best Friend of the Female Protagonist.
First though, we must define what a best friend is and to do that, I present to you this meme:
A best friend is someone who gets you, who loves you despite the fact that you share no blood, with whom you are soul sisters (or brothers or um siblings, we will NOT talk about how male best friends (for girls) are boyfriends in disguise, thank you) and all that jazz. She knows and keeps your secrets and she has your back. But this is not a one way street – unless, of course, you are the protagonist of a young adult novel. Let’s talk about the Best Friends in YA novels.
They come in two sizes.
Either they are beautiful, much more beautiful (charming, rich, interesting) than the protagonist OR they are chubby, not so attractive (their status as Best Friend prevents the use of the word “ugly”) as the protagonist. They can’t be somewhat attractive, oh no, for them, extremes are a way of life. Oh and more often than not, they are not very picky when it comes to the opposite sex so they are much more confident than the protagonist which functions in two important ways:
1. It contrasts them with the protagonist and builds up the moral character of the protagonist. Presenting the preserved virgin who shines only brighter in her lily-whiteness when placed next to the scarlet woman of scarlet morals.
2. It reconfirms the age old myth that chaste women get their happy endings while the sexually liberated women don’t get endings at all. They get pauses and abrupt extinction. Sometimes they don’t even make it to the last chapter. :\
Sometimes they get their boyfriends stolen.
Especially if that boyfriend is not an Ex yet. It’s just not done. However, the Poor Best Friend somehow always ends up becoming the bad girl in this love triangle. She’s just not good enough for the SuperAwesomeJockBoy and ends up boyfriendless, bestfriendless and almost certainly consigned to Mean Girl status for the rest of the book, if she doesn’t die first, of course. That is always a distinct possibility.
Being a best friend is hazardous to a person’s life.
If there is a vampire wandering around, chances are it’s your neck he is going to chomp on next. Werewolf? Guess who gets bitten? Black hole that sucks people in? Well, you always wanted to experience a vacuum cleaner. A sacrifice? You look good in white – sacrificial white, that is. Twist needed to provide pathos and tragedy in a protagonist’s life? Bye bye Best Friend. The Best Friend goes through all manner of horrific incidents just to build the character of the protagonist. He/She has been raped, murdered, been in an accident, trampled by a camel (okay not really but give it time, it’ll happen). No matter what the process, the result is always the same: Dead Best Friend.
The Protagonist Makes a Terrible Best Friend
Here’s the thing about Protagonists in YA novels. As soon as the Love Interest appears, their brain cells seem unable to work to keep two people at the same importance level. No, the Poor Best Friend slides several rungs down. The Love Interest who didn’t even know of the Protagonist’s existence until yesterday in Biology Class somehow becomes the center of the Protagonist’s life and the Best Friend who has been by the Protagonist’s side since forever, who has stood by her, who has listened to the sob stories again and again is somehow consigned to the margins. There’ll be broken promises, there’ll be an underestimation of the Best Friend’s intelligence (she’ll never believe/understand/accept but HE will). She’ll be stood up, ignored (sometimes for her own good) and while the protagonist might protest that it is all for the good of the Best Friend, you and I both know that THAT is simply not how the cookie crumbles.
It makes one wonder why the Best Friend is even friends with the Protagonist.
I love how Best Friends in novels are not treated as people in their own right but as accessories whose existence hinges on the Protagonists. I give you a conversation between two Protagonists of YA Novels:
“Ooo, what’s that shiny new thing twirling around you?”
“It’s my new best friend!”
“Fantastic! How’s she working out for you?”
“Oh lovely, always around to love me, cheer me on, hold my hand and I don’t have to return the favour. Ever!”
“Any cons to this set up?”
“Short shelf life. But hey, I can always replace her!”
“I want one!
In conclusion, if someone offers you the best friend position and there are suspicious elements like werewolves, vampires and stuff around, decline. And move to Canada. We only have sasquatches. (And they don’t sparkle in the sun.)