Is He the One?

Chapter 1: The Relationship

Love is so great, so powerful, so unique, until the person you love doesn't love you back. Sometimes love can be great, powerful, and unique, but what's the point of loving someone you have no chance with?

"Hey Violet, guess what!"

"What?"

"There's this concert I want you to go to me with it's our favorite band"

"Who?!"

"Twenty One Pilots!"

"SERIOUSLY? HOW DID YOU GET THEM??"

"I won them on a talk show" Jeremiah says proud.

"THAT'S AWESOME!" I said like a little 3 year old just got a piece of candy.

"So are you in?"

"WELL OF COURSE!" I said hugging myself around his 6'4 broad body. He hugged back easy around my 5'8 small figure.

Jeremiah is my best friend, we've been best friends for about a 10 years now, always here for each other, and always had each other's back. All of the girls like him, I mean A LOT. Like he could definitely be a male model.

Jeremiah is very sweet, and he cares about me, I can tell by the way he reacts to me being sad, happy, or mad, he's always helping me with anything I need or want.

Being in high school is definitely harder for me, I struggle to keep my 3.5 and to do good in the two sports I do play, basketball and softball.

Jeremiah has a 4.0 and amazing at basketball, baseball, and soccer. Not to mention his beautiful body, luscious hair, and amazing personality.

Our relationship is strictly a friends relationship. I mean obviously the hottest guy at our school wouldn't like me his best friend. That would be really weird. But we do everything together, it helps that he lives right across the road from me. We've grown up together.

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6, we have to beat all the traffic!"

"Alright Jeremiah" I said cheerfully and walked away.

This is going to be the best time ever, just me and my best friend.

Going to finish out Algebra ll for the last class of the day, I was excited with joy.

All I could think about was what I was going to wear tomorrow, then I started humming "stressed out" in my head the rest of that period.

Going to softball was almost pointless all I could think about was the concert.

I rushed straight home after practice and finished some homework up because obviously my Saturday would be eventful.

After that I went to help my mom make dinner, and asked if I could go to the concert tomorrow.

Mom seemed thrilled she's trusts Jeremiah, and loves him as her own.

After dinner was over I rushed upstairs and look at the clock it read 9:02 pm I thought it was about appropriate to go to bed too excited for tomorrow.

All of a sudden I hear something against my window. What the heck?