Why Do The Perfect Love The Imperfect? (SHORT STORY)

Why Do The Perfect Love The Imperfect?

Chris Frateli was the most popular boy at Alpine High School. He looked perfect, acted perfect, WAS perfect. But he was just my friend. I mean, I was Misty Sarnen, a girl who had come from South Carolina a few months ago and was still called "New Girl". The one who sat in a classroom at lunch because she didn't want people to know about how broken she was. Yes, we hung out, and yes, he flirted with me every once in a while, but I thought that was normal. Well, apparently I was wrong.

I realized this about a week before Valentines day. It was 6th period study hall in Mr. Roberts class. My best friend, Sophia, was there, as well as my "brother", Justin, and, of course, Chris. I took my seat, facing Sophia at the front of the room next to Justin. He had his head craned down next to Chris's, staring at his phone and laughing. I rolled my eyes at the boys. Knowing their normal schedule, they'd start cracking inappropriate jokes and make fun of me. Yes, me. I was usually the butt of all their non-self deprecating humor, which usually included an impression by Chris and an unexpected photo-shoot. But, the boys were so engrossed in their phones that Sophia and I had a good chance to talk privately about them before they decided we were more interesting. 

"So," Sophia began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "How's Chris?"

"What?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow confusedly. She giggled, gesturing towards him. I caught his eye right before he glanced away. He had been staring at us, a slight pink blush creeping up his cheeks. 

Sophia giggled obnoxiously. I tore my eyes away from him and glared back at the girl in front of me. Her eyes sparkled excitedly, a plan forming behind them. 

"I know what you're thinking, Sophia. You think he's 'desperately in love with me'. Face the facts. He's just a friend." I muttered, watching her bag carefully. She was pulling something out of it slowly, before grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving me into the hallway.

"What the heck?!?" I asked angrily as she dragged me to a hidden corner between the lockers.

She said nothing, handing me a small piece of paper, running off back down the hallway. I watched her go, confused, before opening the folded paper.

"I've never stopped noticing you, Misty. From the first day you came here, I was loved you. Be my girlfriend?"

"So, Misty. What do you say?" I looked up into the deep stormy blue eyes of Chris Frateli before pulling his face towards mine, kissing him. We pulled apart quickly, and there was a moment of fear that I'd done the wrong thing, but Chris only laughed, pulling me softly towards him and kissing me back, his lips soft and gentle. It was then that I realized that the perfect CAN love the imperfect, with a love that lasts till the end of time.

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