Give Love a Chance (J.T.K)

-Introduction-

“Ugh, I'm serious Annie! I can’t be the only one tonight without a date, that’s so awkward.” You complained, throwing your body onto the bed beside your roommate. She sighed at you, scrolling through her phone aimlessly from where she laid on her bed. 

 “(Y/N), just because you’ve been dumped more than any of us doesn’t mean you should just give up on love all together, and by coming with us tonight- who knows- maybe you’ll meet a guy.” She replied to you, setting her phone down to rest on her stomach as she watched you pout into the comforter. You glared at the bedsheet, whining. 

 “Why do I even have to go? You always drag me along. What if tonight I stay in, take time to myself, and the rest of you can enjoy your evening without me!” You pitched the idea to her, sitting up on your elbows to make a face that stubley evoked ‘don't make me do this’. If it was even possible for someone to convey that much with facial expressions… 

 She raised a brow at you and your dramatics, sitting up, her phone falling from her chest to her lap. She didn’t flinch as it smacked her thigh, her expression steeled on you. 

“Listen sister,” she stated, “you’re going because unlike what you said, I leave you here home alone enough that I know you don’t benefit from a night of Netflix and sweatpants. It’ll be fun! We’re literally watching a live band and getting drinks, what happened to your spirit?” She crossed her arms over her chest. 

You glared at her, fidgeting with a loose string in the bedding before mumbling, fine, and sitting up from your position. She was right. You would never find love moping around your shared apartment, and especially not while scrolling through some dumb hook-up app. Plus, live music was always fun anyway, so you concluded to yourself that even if you didn’t end up finding love, you would at least see a show. 

Annie smiled at you, flashing her teeth at you in a lopsided grin. “Now, let's help each other get ready, kay?” 

 As you got ready to go out for the night you recounted in your head all your miserable attempts at love countless years before. A boyfriend who friendzoned you months after getting together, a girlfriend who only seemed to be interested in you because she was bored, and so many others that left your hopeless romantic self quaking in disbelief that you seemed to come off as so easy. 

 Well that wasn’t entirely true. You weren’t easy, but you were young and trusted way too fast seemingly every chance at love that you had. That selfless personality of yours got you into so much trouble, but you were never to be blamed. You had spent your early stages of life watching romance stories unfold in movies, reading about love in various books, and daydreaming most of your teen years away thinking and waiting for prince charming to show up. You were a hopeless cause, but it happened time and time again and every time you fell you at least tried to pick up the pieces. 

So, when Annie had pitched the idea that you go out tonight, much to your inconvenience after you had just broken up with your last boyfriend months prior, you could confidently say you weren’t entirely sure if your heart was ready for more hopeless attempts at love. Especially not when everyone in your friend group was a couple… except for you. Talk about bad timing. You hated third-wheeling already, but fifth wheeling? Even seventh wheeling? You shuddered at the thought. 

 Although all hope was lost on you, you at least supported your friends in feeble attempts to show up, make an appearance with them, and let loose just when you needed to. Not that it was easy, it never was. You were like some awful quirky side character in a shitty rom-com starring Hugh Grant in the 90s. Forgettable, laughable, and easily replaceable… Well, it sure seemed that way. 

 “Ready to go?” Annie asked from beside you, slipping in some studded earrings, gazing at you from her perch in front of her vanity mirror. You shrugged, pushing up your clunky glasses.