A Narrative

We'll Call Them Lady and Guy (because I'm super creative)

We'll Call Them Lady and Guy (because its late and i dont feel like being creative and I seriously don't know why I'm writing this, where its going, and basically all the other important details)

*Flash forward a few years*

*and by few I mean however many it takes to get into college at like whatever age that is, 18?, idk, from 12*

(Why are you reading this, its so bad)

Well here's the actual story now

Over the past six years, they had grown closer. They were still just friends, but she wanted more.

Their friends wanted them to be more.

He wanted the friendship to stay intact.

She decided to live with it and keep his friendship, and deal with his girlfriend, and the feeling that she wasn't good enough, rather than lose him completely.

Everyday, she felt a pang of sadness, jealousy, and hate wash over her as she thought about them. She lay awake at night thinking about how she wasn't good enough to be given a chance. She lost her appetite at lunch hearing about how happy they were together. She spaced out in class thinking about what she didn't have that his girlfriend did. She cried when she got home because she was thinking about how she was becoming a jealous spiteful bitch to the person she had once been friends with who caught feelings and started dating the person she had a crush on(his girlfriend).

She knew it wasn't his girlfriend's fault. She knew that she hadn't known. She knew there was no reason to blame her.

She knew she was being a bitch to his girlfriend, and him. She knew she was hurt. She knew she hated anyone but herself having him. She knew that forgiving him, and taking the heartbreak, and staying around him was hurting her more than leaving him. For some reason however, she needed him with her, she needed him to be her friend, and still at least like her as a friend, so she forgave, dealt with the pieces of her heart, and stayed, feeling her heart break even more every time she did.

*flash forward a few more years*

*I actually do only mean like four years this time, which now that I think about it isn't that much of an improvement*

They're engaged.

Nope, not lady and guy, guy and we'll call her bitch?, no, that's too harsh, we'll go with man stealing ho?, no still too harsh, man stealing bitch?, still a bit harsh, we'll just be basic trash, like me, and go with fiancé, and follow the uncreative path we're on *wink wink* *note to self, question the point of this book, again* *second note to self, add apology for suckiness of book between every chapter* *third note to self, stop writing run on sentences* *fourth note to self, stop being annoying and actually adding these note to selfs, they're not funny*

How's lady you ask, well lady got out, yay good for her right, no, she ended up splitting the friend group right down the far side of the middle, and it wasn't necessarily in guy's favor, (that makes no sense, lady got a majority of the friend group) most of the votes were out of sympathy, and made by lady's closest friends, but still, at least she won some part of the battle. *well fuck those not to selfs didn't even work* *its funny how you can tell where I starred writing, because my style changes from too short to too long, good job, you should've done this earlier *high fives self**

How did guy react to lady leaving, well he proposed like any normal person would when their best friend of 10 years leaves them, didn't even allow himself to sink into any bit of depression, at all.

They were stuck at the same college, because they had planned their lives together, as best friends of course, but they both needed to graduate from this college, so naturally, they'd still see each other, but they wouldn't Starr their "amazing" handshake in the middle of the hallway. They wouldn't scream at each other when they saw each other. They wouldn't even smile towards each other. They wouldn't even acknowledge each other.

He heard about her depression. And being the idiot that he was, he didn't connect the dots, but assumed she would begin talking to him again as soon as it passed. It took him a few months to realize that her depression had passed and she still wasn't talking to him. Even then, he wasn't affected by the split, he had fiancé.

She heard about the engagement. She had their friends, and their inside jokes, and their old apartment. That's right, they shared an apartment. She didn't understand how they could go from talking to each other everyday to not talking at all, and have him think it was normal, and have him not fight for her, and have him carry on with his life without batting an eye. She grew more and more bitter as the hurt turned into anger at him for moving in with fiancé and not seeing how upset it made her after having known her and her feelings so well for the past 10 years.

She kept her grades up. She sunk deeper into depression. She allowed her sleep schedule to get even weirder than it had been before. But she somehow didn't let it show.

His grades slipped. He had to try harder to be happy. He started sleeping more and more. He began to regret letting lady slip away. He began to physically look worse and worse.

In a cry of desperation, guy went to lady in hopes of repairing their friendship. Lady told him to not talk about fiancé , and sadly, because she loved him, let him back in. "Their" friends were accepting, skeptical, or ignored him completely out of anger. Many of the people that ignored him were the best, sibling level friends(including his), the skepticals were the close friends who your whole group hangs out with, but they're not like your first choice, and the acceptors were the ones who weren't really involved in the group or the situation.