That Cliche Kinda Love

Le prologue

~ Prologue ~

Is it wrong that I like my little brother's best friend?

This is the question I ask myself almost everyday I see this girl. With her big brown eyes, long blonde hair- that usually frizzes when it's hot-, and her tall, thin stature. I mean, seriously, I barely can understand why my little bro' hasn't made a move. Guess they really are best friends, eh? But I'm definitely not her best friend, I don't know what I am. Considering I'm such an asshole to her.

Yeah, yeah. How cliche of me, right? Well I can't help it! I used to be nice to her, when we were like ten and eleven, but that was elementary school and her age didn't even seem to matter! Then we all hit high-school, I had older girls to look at. She had boys her own age and I guess I just tried to give up on the notion of us ever being anything more.

The problem is, I could never stop thinking about her.

Now that sounds like an overstatement, but it's true. Every date I go on. Every girl I see. She's there to be compared to! What the hell, I know there are probably more attractive girls out there, but there's just something about her. She was always so nice to me, well she was, though now she can be a real five-star bitch- although who's fault is that? And she was cool, she is cool, she like plays football with my brother, video games sometimes, and can spit farther then a cowboy.

It's not even just that. It's her laugh, that annoying snorty-wheeze of a laugh that is actually it's own sort of a cute. It's her smile, which is kind of blocked out by her current braces, but I remember how beautiful it used to be. That's another thing! I remember almost every little thing about her. Everything I find out about her, every moment we share, everything. Seriously, I'm like a frickin' girl with this crap. Sometimes I try really hard to forget, and I do, but then I'll like dream about it or something.

It's crazy! I'm almost an adult now and I can't shake this stupid crush? That's just pathetic. Plus to make things even better, she has a boyfriend. No, it's not her first and yes it always hurts me when I hear about a new one. Thought apparently she's really into this guy. She's going to Junior Prom with him and since my little bro' is her best friend forever, I also know she's thinking of going to third base with him for her first time.

What makes it worse? There's not a single thing I can do about it. Not only does she hate me, but I've also totally disconnected myself from any influence in her life. She's totally out of my hands. Even my bro's warnings and prods mean nothing- she's apparently "in love".

And the hysterical thing is that she'd actually be losing her v-card before me, though she doesn't believe that. Apparently she's convinced I'm a total playboy, player, heartbreaker, whatever the hell. Not that I didn't help with that delusion, bringing home girls and such. But I've never gone farther then making out- thanks to the reasons stated above actually. It's ridiculous! So, in reality, the reason I'm so mean to her is actually partly from the fact I'm almost mad at her!

She's totally ruined whatever love-life I could have had! It's all her fault. If she wasn't so attractively awkward, I'd totally be high-flying with the ladies. Maybe not as bad as she thinks I am now, but a lot farther than making-out. I mean come now, it's my senior year of high-school! It's embarressing really. How'd I manage to get through highschool with a decent social status? I lied.

Yeah, my friends all think I bang girls daily and the girls think I'm a total heartthrob. No one knows I secretly have a crush on my stupid little brother's best friend, that's pathetic. So this is where this crush has left me. No real friends, no girl to love, and an about to be broken heart. Once I've found out she's given herself to this guy anyway.

Sometimes I envision myself as an old man living alone randomly repairing stuff around my house that isn't broken for like, the rest of my life. Maybe a cat or an old dog to keep me company- but then it dies of course. So I go into mourning, fall down, and die alone in a hospital bed slowly waiting for the beeps to stop.

I'm not the most optimistic person. In case that's not obvious. Can anyone blame me though? I love a girl, yes love, and my dorky, annoying, two-bit little brother is closer to her than I can even dream to be! What the hell am I doing wrong with my life? Oh, I can answer that. I'm in love with an amazing girl and haven't told her- and never will. But hey, the heart wants what the heart wants.

Forever alone, much? I'd say yes.

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NOTE: This is just a short story- from the title you should be able to tell it's totally gonna be cliche. Like TO THE MAX, but of course I'll be making it my own! Dedication is to AnotherUnknownPerson my awesome friend who gave me the nicest compliment by saying, "you are amazing at being original." and who also convinced me to write this story- since she's convinced I can make anything cliche- NOT. We shall see though won't we?

By the by the POV's will be changing back and forth- and for you haters. DROP IT. I know it's cliche, look at the damn title! But guess what? I don't give a damn. Why? Because everyone loves a good cliche, EVEN YOU. So if you go leaving stupid hate comments about how lame this is or how over-used the plot is, they will be ignored. Becuase I know secretly, as you're reading, YOU LOVE THE CUTENESS. So have a nice day peeps, and hope you read on. <3

Love, Lily ♥ Peace.