prologue

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It is so damn hard lying and saying how much you love seeing someone happy with someone else. I don't dislike her. She's a good person and she makes him happy. And there's nothing more I love to see, than him being happy. I just wish I was the one doing that. He's always been my best friend. In elementary school he was the funny kid with an accent only I'd talk to. In middle school we were both the ones into music no one heard of and here we are, our senior year in high school, still those kids from middle school. No one has ever really talked to us until he joined a band. I must say they are pretty great but after that every girl in the school knew who they were. Some wanted them, others thought they were weird but the one that just so happened to go for him was neither. She was very chill in subtle and he has the biggest crush on her. He always tells me about the things he loves about her and how much he loves it when she smiles and giggles. It hurts hearing him say these things knowing this is how I feel about him and it sucks because I know he will never feel the same. So I fake a smile and act like I support their relationship

romantically frustrated // m.c. auWhere stories live. Discover now