Imaginary Boyfriend

Chapter 21: Fun Times

                I stared at the crumpled piece of paper for a long time, being straightening it out once more. The creases were still visible as I read the words written in my own scrawny writing.

                Ways to get over Sam

                1.       Move out.

                I didn’t like that idea at all. He was my best friend—I couldn’t bear to just leave him like that, with no explanations or anything. And I also couldn’t stand the fact of not having him in my life anymore. It was just too hard.

                2.       Make a list of all the bad things about him.

                “Well,” I said aloud, leaning my elbow on the table and resting my head on my palm, “he’s... obsessed with Doctor Who.” Then I frowned. “But it’s still cute.”

                I groaned. Okay, what else is bad about him—something that would make me not want to date him?

                “He... bites his nails.” I looked down at my own nails and smiled wryly. They had been bitten and chewed at too. I was being a hypocrite now.

                Aright. So I couldn’t do that either.

                3.       Fall in love with somebody else.

                I let out a long, heavy sigh and banged my head against the wooden table—which hurt a lot. This was the worst—and most unlikely—idea out of all three. I couldn’t just go out and fall in love. It would take months. Perhaps even years.

                First I’d have to go out and find somebody, then I’d have to become friends with them. Then I’d have to force myself to love them, and force them to love me. It was harder than it sounded.

                Unless... it was somebody I already knew? That would speed up the process.

                Who did I know that would a suitable... candidate?

                Raj’s face instantly popped into my mind. I cringed, pushing any thoughts about him away. He definitely wasn’t suitable—he was a jerk and an ass.

                I buried my head into my hands. There was nobody else that I could use. I looked back at my other two options.

                Sam... likes sweetcorn. That was a bad thing. Sweetcorn was terrible. I grabbed another piece of paper and jotted it down.

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                “Hello?”