My Best Friend ♡ LRH

1. Skateboards

LUKE

It's hard and painful being in love with your best friend when she's blindly in love with another guy. A guy that treats her like shit and doesn't respect her enough. A guy that does not deserve her love, but has it anyway. Brooke Matthews has been my best friend since we were nine years old, that's eight, almost nine, years of friendship. I haven't been in love with her the whole eight years, just this past year. When we were younger, the first time I met her, I had a little crush on her, but as we got older I grew out of it. But now it's back and in full force. It all started when she started talking to a guy named Blake Hayes, who is now her boyfriend. They talked for a few months at the beginning of our junior year of high school and started dating sometime in late October. It's now August and we start our senior year in three days. So, basically, Brooke and Blake have been together for nearly a year. Blake somehow found his way into our friend group so every time we all hang out, he's there and I have to sit and torture myself by watching him and Brooke being all lovey dovey in front of my other friends and I. My heart pretty much breaks more and more every time I watch Brooke look at Blake like he's the greatest thing in the world. Every time she kisses him or he kisses her I have to look away to stop from having my heart break even more. The worst part is, Brooke is completely clueless about my feelings towards her, but Blake is not. He shoves it in my face every chance he gets and honestly, it makes me want to sock him in the face.

It's our last night of summer and we're all hanging out at the skate park. No one really goes there to skate, mostly people go there to drink and smoke with the exception of a few skater guys, but they're there drinking and smoking as well. Brooke's head was laying on Blake's lap as she smoked a cigarette and stared at the stars in the sky above us. "Earth to Luke," Calum, one of my best friends, snapped his fingers in my face.

"What?" I looked at him, tearing my eyes off of Brooke.

"Dude," He shook his head in disappointment. He and my other two best friends, Ashton and Michael, all know about my crush on Brooke and they also know how much I hate Blake. I don't think they like him either. "Stop staring at them. You're just torturing yourself and giving Blake a reason to shove their relationship in your face."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Calum," I lied, picking my beer up and putting it my lips, chugging down the remaining liquid that was in the bottle. I threw it over the fence and watched as it landed in the field of grass that was outside of the skate park. Calum rolled his eyes and handed me another beer, knowing I wanted to get drunk since it was our last night of summer before our senior year. I'm pretty excited about senior year starting, but also a little sad. You've heard the saying that high school are the best four years of your life, right? Well, that's pretty true for me. These past four years have been the best times I've ever had because I spent them with my best friends and I couldn't have asked for anyone else to go through high school with. But after this year, I'll be off at college, living through another great four years with hopefully at least one or two of my best friends.

Brooke stood up from Blake's lap and grabbed a skateboard out of our town drug dealer, Chase's hand and sat on it, telling him to push her down the ramp on it. She was obviously very drunk and loved to do stupid shit while she is drunk and has a tendency to hurt herself. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head at her and her drunken antics. I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled out to her, "Please be careful, Brooke Elizabeth!"

"I'm always careful, Lucas Robert," She turned her head to look at me and smiled. Brooke is obviously aware that my real name is not Lucas, but she thinks that Lucas Robert sounds and flows better than Luke Robert, and I can't argue with that, because, well, she's right. Brooke is always right. She looked away from me and looked at Chase with a drunk smile on her pretty little face. I get butterflies whenever she smiles at me and I hate saying that because of how girly it sounds, but it's true. I'm not sure if it's just me she has that effect on, or if it is everyone she has that effect on. "Chase Richards! Push me!"