He loves me, He loves me not

Chapter 1

It is in a rainy day when I am sitting inside a teahouse with my best friend across the table from me. He's wearing his favorite blue long sleeve button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows paired with brown khaki shorts and white sneakers with no tattoos or piercings. His name is Glen Santos. He's 23 years old, 5'9" tall, 90 kgs, with few muscles; he's more on the skinny side. While I, Emma Momsen, am wearing my usual get-up, a black t-shirt with a Spiderman print, skinny jeans and classic black Vans with 10 ear piercings(total, left and right), stretched left and right earlobes(20 gauge), tongue piercing and a few tattoos all around my body(planning to add more). I'm 20 years old, 5' tall, 70 kgs, and obviously also on the skinny side. Unfortunately, when God showered buns and humps to the female population in between his 6 days of creating the world, I was asleep and no one woke me up. I'm not flat chested and I've got a cute butt but as you know for guys, those are basically equivalent to non-existent. He's pale while I'm tan and I hate it the most, you'll find out soon why.

From those things, you can already tell our differences. He's one of those expensive clothing brands poster boy while I'm a rare mixed breed of hippie-gypsy-wannabe obsessed with bodmods. We don't match, right? Trust me I know, there's no need to remind me.

"Ems, I'll order now, what do you want?" He asked, ready to stand and go to the counter. Yes, he's also a gentleman, completing the poster boy description(rolls eyes for effects).

We're currently in one of those not-so-fancy-but-cozy places where you need to order at the counter and get it once it's ready. It's clean and the food is good so yeah.

"Anything that has chocolate please R, you know that's the only thing that matters to me." I told him using my nickname for him and I'm the only one who calls him that. Though what I said was a bit of an exaggeration but I am feeling sad because it rained and ruined my plans so I need something to lighten me up. I'm not in the mood to be adventurous and try other "interesting" flavors, as it said on the menu. Not even the thought that the last part of my sentence sounds like one of Boyzone's songs* cheered me up when on other days it would have really cracked me up. I don't have anything against them(the boy band) but they're too cheesy for me.

Yeah, even if I don't look it(I know you're all judging me), I love chocolates and other "normal" and even nerdy/geeky stuff.

"Got it, I'll be back." He said and stood up while tapping my shoulder a gesture that lifts my mood a little bit. His sweetness/thoughtfulness really melts me sometimes, no, most of the time, okay okay, always.(cue blush)

Our table is across the counter so I can still see him while he's got his back facing me so I stare at his back, not butt(I'm looking at you female perverts).

So while I was waiting for him, I got into thinking about my situation and how I ended up here with him.

We have decided to hang out today, thinking that the sunshine will last until it's time for dinner. Sadly, it only lasted for an hour before ruining our "date". That was what I wanted to think of what we're doing. Dating, not hanging out. Because dating is for couples while hanging out is for friends(save your judgments for someone who cares).

Nope, this is not the typical girl-boy love story. Though, we are best friends, the cliché stops there because it's more (complicated) than that.

Let me explain further by going back to the very first time I've been intrigued by the guy. Sadly, we aren't childhood bffs. I worked hard to get where I am right now, being his best friend(don't call me pathetic, I'm just determined).

We went to the same university but took up different majors. He wants to be an architect while I want to be a writer. There's really no bright future for writers, at least that's what my parents think, so I ended up being a nurse(I don't wanna talk about it).