Love at first sight is often cured by a second look.
Love is sweet when it’s new, but sweeter when it’s true.
Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it.
Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.
~Drew Marrymore
~*Prologue*~
I guess it started in eighth grade when I first met my best friend Scarlet and her brother, Kyle. Kyle was what I’d call a jock, but just because he had black hair his friends teased him for being emo, but as Lady Gaga put it he was born that way. Well I guess I’ll start with how I met Scar. “Hi I’m Ricky!” I said in my fake high voice, “Hey. I’m Scarlet, but call me Scar,” my soon to be best friend stated in her naturally high voice. Scarlet had jet black hair, unlike my dirty blonde, she was short and skinny, while I was a tower and a stick.
Soon enough Chuck -my best friend since 3rd grade- came up and gave us both a hug, "So how are my two favorite girls doing today?" he asked all chipper, "Chuck, you're WAY too hyper in the morning," Scar said, "Do you know how many times I've told him that!?" I said looking at Scar. "And he says he's not a morning person!" I looked at both of them on that one. Scar and I started talking more and more until we ended up being how we are today. Best friends! Well now you know how me and Scar met…
Now here’s how me and Kyle met. It started as a harmless prank that Scarlet wanted to pull. Or well that she apparently pulls every year on her brother to piss him off. “Scar HURRY! He’s gonna be here soon!” I said in my cautious voice, apparently she saw him and said, “Go distract him Ricky,” I really didn’t know what she was talking about at the time so I just went up to a random hot guy and said, 'Hi, my name’s Ricky,' and it just so happened that I picked the right guy, “Who would name their daughter Ricky?” he retorted. That urked me, but I didn't really didn't show it, “My real name’s Cleopatra,” I said in my low voice this time.
“Right you’re the queen of the Egyptians,”
I sighed, “Right again. My real name’s Cleopatricka. My parents screwed my name over on my birth certificate," he snickered, "You're actually kind of funny, but if I was caught with you I'd never live it down," he whispered in my ear. "I'm sure we'll never meet again, but just in case my name's Kyle,"
"Did I ask for your name?" I retorted getting even more annoyed by the minute with this guy.
"No, but I'm sure you wanted to know it,"
"HA! Who would want a deuche's name when they already know it!?" I stated bending over.
"So you stalk me?" he said. 'Shit!' I thought. I never could get comebacks right.
"N-no! I meant you're name's Deuchy McDeuch-face!" and at that the first bell rang ,and I stormed off. A few days later we met again when I went over to his house and he asked for my age (not like he couldn't tell what it was) and left me alone except for when all 3 of us (me, Scar, and Chuck) would all come over. Then he'd be more jerky than usual and sit in between me and Chuck.
Then in 9th grade it got a-little more deep. ‘Emergency. Ice cream and chick flick. NOW!’ I’d texted Scar that about a year ago on my way to my moms. My parents had just got the divorce then, and my mom got custody of me. Don’t get me wrong I was extremely happy I got my mom, but it was just.. I’d been so close to my dad.. So I’d asked my mom if I could go over to Scar’s and she’d said sure, so she drove me to Scar’s and left. I barged into the house, with my arms in a ‘V’ formation and screamed, “I’M HOME!” I looked to my left and heard a voice in the kitchen doorway, “She’s not here at the moment so please leave a message after the,” Kyle said whilst pushing me out the door, “Woah! Woah! Woah! I am NOT leaving until Scar comes home!” I said with a smile thinking that I'd actually gotten him to leave me alone for once.
“Fine,” he said with his cocky pretty boy smile, “you better make yourself useful then,” and at that point he pushed into the corner, and started making out with me. My first thought was, ‘God his lips are soft,’ my next thought was, ‘SHIT! This is my best friends brother,’ so I started flailing a little. I heard the door slam open and Scar come in. “Ricky I got your text wha-,” she stopped mid sentence, “Oh.. I knew someone was going to get raped sooner or later,” Scar said calmly and walked into a different room, “When you’re done you can come upstairs to my room if you want,”
Kyle let go of me, and I started into a dead run upstairs. He grabbed me by the waist, “Oh no you don’t,” he smirked. I grabbed the hairspray that Scar leaves surprisingly close to the stairs and sprayed it in his eyes. He screamed and I bolted into Scar’s bedroom. I was gasping for breath and she was on her computer.
“Normally I wouldn’t care, but why did my brother just scream?” she said while turning to meet my gaze. “Oh,” I said, “I sprayed him in the eyes with your hairspray,” I said while still trying to catch my breath. “Oh.. Good job!” Scar reached her hand out to me for a high-five. Of-course I high-fived her back! High fives are kind of my thing.
I flopped on her bed and grabbed one of her pillows, and started cuddling it. "Y'know I never thought your brother liked me like that," I stated with my head in the pillow, "Neither did I. But then again it's my brother, he's one of the great conundrums of the universe," I giggled, "Yeah, but is it bad if I liked it?" I asked biting my lip. Scar turned her desk chair towards me."Please tell me he isn't the mystery guy." she said with a desperate look, "And what if he is?" I asked with a guilty look, "Then I would like my brother!" my eyes got wide and I started laughing.
When I calmed down I Iooked at her and asked, "Why would you like your brother?!"
"Well.. The way you described him made him sound like the perfect guy for any girl, who wouldn't have fallen in love with what you pictured the beast to be?"
She was right, but I just stayed silent until I heard a pounding at the door saying that my mom was here, and left.
