The Girl Who Cried Boyfriend

Prologue: The Begining

At a very young age I was drilled, schooled, dictated, or however you want to call it that lying is the worst of all sins. My family isn't really that relegious but you get the idea. Lying is a no-no, the worst thing you could do and later in my life I was taught that it will come back to bite you in the-- not very best place to be bitten. And throughout my twenty-three of years of life I listened; I was a good girl.

As most people fall victim to that thing they call jealousy, which I thought I can never fall victim of, attacked me big time. I made a mistake of becoming a victim and for what? I still feel completely horrible and nasty with just that simple lie but I continued with it anyway.

If you must know I lied of having a boyfriend. Not that big right? For me and my family thats a huge thing, especially for my family considering that I have never brought a boy home or had a boyfriend either. My grandmother asked if I have found a girlfriend to bring home, that was last week and it still embarrasses me till this day. If my grandma thought I was a lesbian and that I can't even find a lover from my own gender, I think that was the last straw for my nonexistent love life.

The point is that I lied and what's the scary part is that it was only the beginning of my lies. I was literally digging my own grave with my records of continuing this silly lie. 

This is just simply the story of me, Annamaria Castello, and how I become the woman who cried boyfriend.

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The night of the endless crime of lying was in a popular bar where we were celebrating my twin siblings, Cristina's and Giovanni's twenty-eighth birthday. It was a simple night with all of our close knitted friends, we were sitting in a closed off top area of the bar that had comfortable sofas and with the view of the downstairs through a glass viewing. The noises from downstairs were still sounding from the room although a bit muffled. They were pestering me about finding a man and that they know someone that they can match me with. And the final words for my tombstone slipped out because of my annoyance.

"There is no need guys, I already have a boyfriend," I muttered nonchalantly.

A few jaws dropped from this statement and a cricket silence, well besides the sounds of the bar itself. Me having a boyfriend isn't that of a huge thing.

Cristina was the first to thankfully break the silence, first with her squeal of excitement and then exclaimed, "We have to meet him!" Followed with a few mutters of agreement.

"Are you sure you have a boyfriend, cause I know some women like to imagine the love and crap between a man and woman," said our suspicious friend Blake Schmidt the was lounging on one of the sofas with his wife Ariel Schmidt in his arms who playfully smacked him on chest.

"Don't be stupid, she isn't that type of girl that obsesses over a man. Although she did have that stage when we were younger that she thought John Stamos was a godly man which by the way he still is so its understandable," Daniella Moss said from the other side of the room with her soon to be husband, Evan Gomez, who just shrugs and keeps drinking his whiskey. "And she will never lie, this is Anna we are talking about."

I cringed a little from her statement but luckily no body notices. Cristina slid closer to me in her seat.

"So how is he in bed? Did he finally popped that cher-," Tina tried to finish her statement but thankfully Giovanni saved the day which is rare.

He jumped from his seat and made a loud clap. "Okay! well as much was I want to beat- I mean meet this fucker, I rather not talk about my baby sisters baby making activities! Its my birthday for fucks sake."