Can't Help Falling In Love With You

My cheesy short romance story

It's bad that I have a really big ego. I mean to change, but sometimes I feel like it helps me get through life. Like school. And class. And homework. And finals. Especially finals.

Speaking of finals, that was coming up. Next week actually. It's like I care because grades, then I don't care because do I really need this stuff that I'm learning for the career path I want to take?

But then again it's hard to get into the music industry, so it's good for me to have a back up plan.

Anyway, back to my ego. Sure, it's a high ego. I'm proud of myself. Maybe boast now and then. I know I'm good at playing instruments and singing. Why would I sing to a crowd then deny that I have a good voice when they tell me that I do? I'm not trying to fish for compliments.

However, I'm not an asshole. I can guarantee that. Well, maybe sometimes but isn't everybody?

There are times I know I have to chill, like a few months ago for example. My best friend, Annie, has a boyfriend named Zack. Now, he has a high ego AND is a douche. Biggest douche ever actually. He's like in a metal band, you know those kind that play in the garage? Yeah. Bass player.

Anyway, back to the I-knew-I-had-to-chill thing. I noticed that, sure Annie was happy in the beginning of the relationship but not so much anymore.

She tells me that Zack ignores her and pushes her away and snaps at her and they get in really heated arguments and this one time she said she was scared he would hit her. I told her to leave him but there she goes with that "but I love him" crap.

So when I saw that things were getting worse, I knew that it had to end pretty soon. And as Annie came more and more to me for advice and just a shoulder to cry on, I realized one day that oh crap I have feelings for this human. Like I'm falling in love!

So I went around telling my friends, "It'll end soon. She'll be my girlfriend in no time. Zack is a douche, not her type. I'll make her happy. You'll see."

Not exactly a good thing to do right? Anyway, who am I compared to that guy? Freaking blue eyes, total bad ass looking, wears muscle shirts, blonde hair almost white like that Draco dude from Harry Potter. She digs blondes.

Me? I'm just a black haired, gray eyed dude, who wears black leather jackets way too much. I have nerdy looking squared glasses with my hair combed neatly... almost like those greaser hair do's. You might as well say I am what they call a greaser. Although I don't really consider myself a greaser since I play ukulele for Christ's sake! A guitar can pass but ukuele? Not so sure. But hey. I like what I like.

Annie's the type who has more than one style. One day she'll be punk rockish, then tomboy, then pin up, then girly, then lazy, then a mix of all, I don't know. She just always looks beautiful. She's got long straight brown hair and these big brown eyes that if you see them in the sun, they seem to have gold specks like wow.

ANYWAY, I'm getting off track. The sad part to this story is the fact that Zack broke up with Annie after cheating on her. Annie found out, confronted Zack, he smirked and dumped her on the spot. Super harsh.

Months later, she's still heartbroken even though she denies it. I'm in love with her and don't know how to tell her or even if I should.

So now, I'm just here minding my own business walking to my lunch table where all my assholes that I survive school with (a.k.a. my friends) sit at. Annie isn't there. By the way, she's not classified as an asshole.

" Where's Annie?" I ask, looking around.

Caleb, my Calculus buddy, shrugs. "She hasn't showed up yet. Why, you finally gonna do it today?" He asks.