I Don't Need A Love Story [OCxShizuo H.?]

CHAPTER 1

Clicking my mouse, I sneered at my computer screen in disgust. The search box had failed me yet again.

"The strongest man fell in love with me?!"

"Love Triangle Panic!! IzayaxShizuoxOC"

"Shizuo Love Story"

...

Shizuo Heiwajima. He was my newest obsession. I'll admit it, it's not like I have anything to hide. I think he'd be a great friend, sweet guy, all of that stuff.

That is... if you could get him to open up.

"INSTANT HEIWAJIMA <3"

"NO!" I yelled in frustration, clicking the 'close' button on my Internet page. Picking up my phone, I glanced at the messages. Of course I'd already have five. Three of them asked if I was dead or some random junk. One was for the Izaya part of our role play. The fifth one...

Shizuo: Hey... you want to walk with me?

I slid my phone open, revealing the small keyboard. My fingers flew.

Me: Sure. I don't have anything else to do. *shrug*

I tapped the send button on the screen with my thumb and watched the floating letter icon pop up as it tried to send it.

Tossing it on my desk lightly, I spun around in my chair as I waited for my phone to get over the imperfect reception that seemed limited to only my room. I let out a small huff of air.

Clothes and random objects I've aquired and never been able to really part with or otherwise littered the floor. My walls held old first generation yugioh and multiple pokemon posters. I also had some anime, animal, and nature pictures hung up. Though only one hung on the back of my door, which I couldn't seem to look away from, in perfect condition, the edges untorn and not taped over. It was my favorite "Durarara!!" poster, one of Shizuo and Izaya.

I was never a big fan of Izaya, I mean sure, he was okay, but Shizuo would always be my favorite. I'll be the first to admit I have a thing for blonds, especially with blue eyes (hence an earlier Naruto obsession), but there was more to it then that. I respected him. I could sympathise with him. My phone buzzed. My friend had resent the Izaya part of the role play.

(My friend) Me: Izaya~ you're mine~ *kisses him*

My nose scrunched up a bit in disgust. This wasn't Izaya. This was a cheap rip-off I had to preform as.

Izaya: *smirks into kiss* *wraps arms tight around you*

Blech. It felt as though I was being graded on my acting ability and they wouldn't even let me play the right part. It was annoying to warp a character like this. I dealt with the same type of response when my friend sent me her "Shizuo", though she's admitted how weird she felt when role playing him, so I wasn't really offended.

I knew what she wanted, or rather had come to expect from my "Izaya". I liked seeing her happy, so I couldn't find any reason to complain, or at least not to complain to anyone.

My friends mean the world to me... I know how most teenagers say their parents hate them, and I say the same thing sometimes but... it seems to be more like they don't know how to love me. They were raised on the ideals of being perfect by their parents (who are really nice, don't get me wrong, I love them. I just get the same type of treatment from them) and are raising me how they know how. I still can't help saying they hate me though. It's hard to get off of because when you're upset and all-

My phone got another message. I ignored it this time, suddenly not in the mood for role playing anymore.

Most of my stuff that I had was either bent up a bit in some way or another or was given by a relative who had it first. Though the big pile of stuffed animals in the corner... those were all mine, most from birthdays and christmas' past. My favorite, recently dubbed Ace after I realized he didn't have a name after all these years, was a dirty white dog with brown and black spots. One ear had gotten loose from the strings that held them down, and his black eyes glinted slightly, a reflection from the light.