One of the saddest thing that could happen, is when one falls in love, while the other wants nothing but friendship. What would you do if you've been challenge into a game, called Friend zone?
'You just keeping fitting yourself into him...' 'Only inpublic bus you can force to fit yourself... But not to him.' 'You don't need to follow him around anywhere he go...His happy with that bitch, just let him be...' 'Don't built false hopes and expect too much. Because it may lead you to nothing and heart broken.' Nathalie's advises lingered in my head as I sleep. Maybe she's right. I just can't follow him around anywhere he go. I might be his best friend but I'm not his dog. If he doesn't love me the way I love him, why can't I just let him go? Hell, I don't even know what love is or if I do really love him. I mean, I like him too much, I developed a small crush on him. But what if I just like the idea of him? What if I just like the idea of loving him? Why can't I just find someone who will treat me better than him? Someone who will make me happy and feels the same way I did? Why is it too hard for me to let go? Maybe because I'm too young to know all of this? Too young to feel this way? And too young to fall in love? Or maybe he's just a good thief... He's such a good thief for stealing my heart... And there's nothing I can do to take it back because it's only set for him.
Beep. Beep. Beep. I woke up by the beeping noise of my alarm clock making me reach for it to shut it. I sit up on my bed and rub my eyes, and as soon as I'm officially awake, I was greeted by silence. Only the chirping birds were being heard around and unlike any other day, I'm usually greeted by his angelic rasp voice, with his cliche jokes that lighting up my mood or the cartoon character's name he called me that never fails to make me smile. His green eyes, his brown curls, his lips, his jaw, his dimples... Everything about him is absolutely beautiful. He's so perfect... Maybe that's why it's too hard for me to let him go. Let him go? He doesn't even belong to me... He's not my property. Why is it hard when reality strikes in you? It's more fun when you just dreaming about something that too impossible to happen, but when the reality hit you in the face, you just wanna curl in ball and cry forever?
I groaned and get off my bed. I did my morning routine and get myself ready for another lame day without him.
"Bye Liam!" I shouted all the way out of the house. I hate it when the weather isn't matching my mood. I feel like I'm out of place because everything around me seems happy. With a sigh, I continue to walk alone with my head hung low. "What's with the long face?" I heard a voice behind me, making me turn around and soon greeted by a curly haired boy who I saw last night. "None of your business" I snap and continue to walk faster. I'm not actually in the mood to deal with everyone's shit right now. "Hmm... Grumpy mood? I'm Brad by the way." He says, as if my words didn't affected him. "I don't care." "You know Heather, it's not going to be hurt when you try being nice." And that makes me stop in my tracks and turn to face him again. "How did you know my name?" I'm surprised when I saw a smirk on his face. "You don't remember me?" His smirk got wider, and he's clearly amused by my confused reaction. "I don't even know you." "That's what you thought babe. I knew you already seen me somewhere." I think about it. Brad... Curly brown hair... brown eyes.
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Wait a minute? "You're that boy who hits me a ball on my face!" I almost scream as I pointed my forefinger at him. To be honest, he's pretty cute and charming. He chuckled. "Yeah... And also, the one who witnessed your first puberty." My eyes widen with my cheeks heated up. "So what? Are you a stalker or something?" He chuckled again. "No... I'm not a stalker. And FYI, I'm too handsome to become a stalker." Cocky much? "Well, why are you following me around?" "A coincidence maybe?" He shrugged his shoulder. "Don't assumed too much. Maybe that's why you always get hurt." And that makes my blood boiled. Who the fuck he think he is to give me an advise? We're not friends! He's just a complete stranger. I wanted to to punch his face or kick his balls, but instead, I just turned around and about to walk away when suddenly, I felt a grip on my forearm. "What do you want?" I said through gritted teeth. This guy really annoyed the shit out of me! He ignored and tighten the grip on my arm when I tried to pull it away. My eyes widen when I saw a marker on his hand, but turn into confusion, when he start to write something on my arm. Soon, he let go of my arm, and when I look at it, seven digits were written on it. What the hell? "Call me." He made a call sign, and winked at me before walking away. I look at his number on my arm. Should I save it? Well he isn't being an ass to me, and I'm the one who's in bitchy mode so I'm kinda mad at him earlier. I'm such a terrible person. That guy's just being friendly to me, but the fact that he given me an advise when clearly he's a complete stranger makes me want to snap his neck. How does he know about it anyway? Well, I'm just going to save his numbers on my contacts later. He's annoying, yes. But he isn't an asshole. But isn't that weird that he's suddenly showing around this town? I just shrugged and continue to walk. I already miss the school bus, thanks to Brad so I just continue to walk until I get to school.
------------------------------------------ What do you guys think about Brad? BTW, He's Bradley Simpsons of the Vamps. I really like him so much because he's sooooo adorable!!!
