I’d known her for as long as I could remember. She was the first girl I can ever say I had a crush on; even back then there was something alluring about her that made her stand out from the crowd . We’d always been sort of close but there was one slight problem - she was my best friends sister, and besides I doubted a girl like her would ever want to date someone like me.
You see, I’ve always been the sort of guy who chicks see as a friend and nothing else; friend zoned. But it wasn’t that I was like the Susan Boyle of guys or anything, but more I just wasn’t like other guys my age. At seventeen the only serious relationship I can say I’ve ever had was with my dermatologist, I mean Christine and me had been on first name basis since I was eleven so it was a relief when my acne-ridden skin decided to clear up about a year or so ago. While other teenage guys were out aimlessly breaking the hearts of girls who’s names they wouldn’t even remember , I was content with being their shoulder to cry on because that was all I could hope for. Girls had never really given me much attention throughout my pubesant pre-teen state and now most of the girls here, like the guys, only appeared to be after one thing, sex.
I like to consider myself to be a sort of hopeless Romantic figure whose heart is in constant turbulent riot with what society appears to view as right and what I sought after. While many guys would have been happy with a quick fling, I was after something completely different and a whole load deeper. It’s like Zac Efron said in that one movie, “ sex is about making love, and that means being in love”, wise words Zac, wise words. I needed something deeper, I needed something deeper than the average horn-dog teenage boy; I needed love and for me there was only one girl who could fulfil that fantasy.
But as I sat in the crowded cafeteria at East Side High, I saw her wonder in through the sea of people, helplessly trying to avoid eye contact with , with well anyone for that matter. Lily Jones had never been the sort of girl who would flaunt what she had for the world to see, despite the fact that she was at least a high eight on a bad day. Lily was like Megan Fox beautiful; with her long blonde hair seeping down her back in an almost picturesque manner, shrouding over her lushish lips and beautiful blue eyes, to me she was the definition of perfection. She was two school years younger than me and with this being the beginning of my senior year, it was hard to tell how many other moments with her I would have with her. The summer months had been kind to Lily with her bronze skin soaking up the sun’s rays and making her irresistible to the eye. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be for two simple reasons:
1. Lily had recently gotten herself a boyfriend, Max Witten, the captain of the school football team and with his reputation it wouldn’t be long before Lily’s mind became the next victim to his corruption, ego and problems. He was the guy who all the girls wanted to be with and word on the street had it that he already had most of them, if you get my drift. He wasn’t right for Lily, I could tell that right off the bat, and no I don’t say that out of envy , its because I’ve known Lily from we were both kids and I knew just how innocent she truly was. Yet the fact I’d known Lily for so long lead into the second reason why I could never be with her….
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Bromance
Fiksi RemajaI’d known her for as long as I could remember. She was the first girl I can ever say I had a crush on; even back then there was something alluring about her that made her stand out from the crowd . We’d alway...
