The Jerk and the Romantic Girl

Fake Girlfriend. Wait what?

"Melania.. Melaniaaa"

Ugh. I hate it when they call me that. That's how the kids in elementary school used to call me just to be annoying. Even Ryder likes to call me in that way when he wants to mock me, he says that it's "funny" watching how my face turns red every single time i hear that. Yeah Funny. Sure.

Please note the sarcasm.

But now? Surely is not Ryder. So leaves only one person. Lily.

"Go away!" I shout to the cushion, throwing another to my lovely friend.

"Get up, get up! It's time to get uuuuup!!" she continue to sing-shout in my ear.

"Shut up! I hate you soo much!" I grunt sitting up and throwing daggers trough my eyes in her direction.

Well. You know now. I love to sleep. Sleep is, in fact, my middle name. So if you're gonna wake me up too early, be prepared to be killed.

She chuckles. Obviously she knows.

And she chuckles anyway. Guess that what makes her my best-friend.

"Well you're up! That's all that matters" she smiles and then exit from my room.

Yeah. That's my best friend, ladies and gentlemen.

I look at the watch on my nightstand: 07:03 .

Well she's right I have to get up and take my butt to work.

But wait!

This isn't a normal day! This is The day. I'll have the Shirt back!

I immediately push over the blankets and get up. I even hum the whole time I wash up and take my breakfast.

Finally after a while I can say I'm happy. You know that feeling after an awful day, the day after is gonna be extremely wonderful? Well, that's what I'm feeling right now.

"I'll see you at four o'clock, then" Lily tells me before I head out from the apartment.

"Sure!"

**

"Hey, someone looks happy today" someone says behind me.

"What?" i turn around and face Michael.

"you're humming.. I never heard you humming before" he says with a small smile dancing on his lips.

"Well.. There're lots of things you don't know about me"

"Yeah, well I'm happy you're happy"

I smile. Gosh! He's so adorable!

But guess what.

He's gay and married.

A handsome guy, sweet and funny, who reminds me the perfect men in books, obviously can't be straight or available.

I can't be that lucky.

At least I didn't fall for him, I really didn't need another broken heart..

During my first week i saw his husband waiting outside for him with a bunch of red roses. When i asked him, the day after that, what was the special occasion, he said that there wasn't any, Gabriel (his husband) just wanted to surprise him.

When I hear things like this I just wish I could be a guy.. A gay guy, obviously.

"that's sweet of you.."

We are behind the counter, so everyone can see us two talking, but no big deal.. There's almost no one today.

"So was that humming for a guy?" he ask me wiggling his eyebrows.