It all started with a crush

It Started With a Crush

(Daniel's POV)

Dear Kelly,

It all started out with a crush back in the fourth grade. You were standing by the window, looking out at that tree we had to draw. That damn tree with the stupid birds. But you had your sketchbook out, and you drew the tree that drove us up a wall of insanity. I remember looking over your shoulder, looking at how you captured all of the twists and gnarls so beautifully.

Kelly, ever since then... I think I've liked you.

But you hate me and that's my friend's fault, really. They're the ones who made me such a douche. I'm truly sorry if I have ever done anything to hurt you in any way.

Oh, who am I kidding? I am a douche. I mean, look at me! Every girl in school wants to be with me and It sucks because the only one I want is the one that doesn't want me back. 

I slammed my notebook closed on the lunch table and lowered my head on my book.

Okay, yeah, I'm popular I guess. But I have no idea why, honestly! I'm not some mysterious loner. I'm definitely not a jock, I mean, I can't shoot a football or punt a basketball or anything like that. And I'm not insanely wealthy, which means I have no titles to live up to thank God. But I do have many talents; I can draw, sing, play numerous musical instruments. Basically, I'm just an artsy kid.

I still don't know why I'm popular.

I don't even like the popular kids, nor do I like being popular myself.

And don't even get me started on my rep at school: "Mr. Player". I guess I got that title because I used to have a whole bunch of girl-friends and everyone took that the wrong way. So now I'm dubbed Mr. Player.

At least in Mack's eyes, I'll always be "the-guy-who-never-got-laid-but-is-insanely-popular." I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Anyway, back to the girl. The girl I like is "socially lower" than me, but I never really cared. I've been reminded of this every day because of Sasha Mondigl, AKA my EX-girlfriend from HELL. Unfortunately for me, she somehow thinks that we're still a couple, even though I've made it clear multiple times that we're O-V-E-R!

Sighing, I lifted my head off my notebook, opened it and continued writing.

Everything has just been way too much for me, and all I ever did was take it out on you. You really have no idea what you do to me. You always know what to say. You're kind, caring, and sweet. I think... I think that I'm in love with you. Really.

This isn't a joke. Trust me.

That's where I stopped. I shook my head. I just couldn't believe I had written the big "L" to someone. Who, of course, hates my guts. Man, this tough. I mean, how could I continue this without sounding like a complete idiot? Ugh. Writer's block sucks.

In times like this, I need Mack's "guidance."

I pulled out my cell-phone.

"Welcome to the Land of Unicorns. How may I help you?" said a flat voice.

"New job?"

"Yup."

"Hate it?"

"Already."

"That's not why I'm calling, though."

"Um... okay?"

"Look, remember Mr. Fitz's English assignment?" I asked. "You know, the one about writing a letter to someone in the class."

"Oh yeah," he replied. 

"Well, I'm stuck with who I got."

"Duh. Mr. Fitz wouldn't let us switch. Remember Brittany Adams' tantrum."

"Of course," I laughed.

"So, dude, you still haven't told me who you got...?"

"She's... it's... I'm..."

Damn.

Who knew it would be this hard to tell your best friend who you liked?

"Spit it out, boy."

"It's Kelly."

"Holy fuck lover boy's got it, oh hold on-wait ....no swearing in the store? Ok. Got it sorry, put my phone away? Ummm- D can I call you later?"

"Sure thing Mack"

Urggg, for so long I've been wanting to say a whole bunch of things to her but now, why is this so damn difficult? I mean it should be easier because I'm not talking to her in person.  

~an hour later-  

"Sorry dude I got in trouble with the boss. Anyway, I'm coming over like now so be ready."  

"Sure thing Mack, back door is open."  

Mack came into my room with a bag in his hand. 

"I thought you needed some inspiration so I made you this." 

Out from the bag, he pulled out a purple and silver unicorn. 

"I named it Kelly," he said smugly 

"Gee, thanks Mack." 

"Oh which reminds me I ran into Kelly today and she was with a boy who, might I say is hawt, and the look a bit too cozy for comfort" 

I sat there listening to Mack's words  

"Was she happy?" I asked  

"Well duh she looked like she was having a blast" 

I turned to my computer screen, I looked all of what I had typed about her, confessed my love on a sheet of paper, a whole one-pager, gone to waste.  

"You ok man?" 

"Mack please leave," I said slowly 

"What ??!!?? I just got here" 

"Please leave....now" I'm surprised that I can still talk.  

I felt like my heart snapped in two, like someone sacked me, like someone punched me out.