Give To Skinny Love

Give To Skinny Love// Prologue

//Prologue

"I like the idea that someone, somewhere is made for you, forever." I'd always loved that idea. Wondering when it would happen— when I would meet my love, I mean. It'd send chills down my spine at the thought of finally meeting someone who would eternally love me and forever be mine.

You see, all teenagers mostly want is to either live life and have fun or to fall madly in love and have someone feel the same way back. Though that doesn't mean that everything goes the way you plan it. I am proof of that.

I, Andrea Avila, have been a hopeless romantic for life. Entering highschool I expected myself to catch someone's eye and just live happily ever after. Not really, but you get the gist of it all. People really told me my entire life how I should look forward to highschool, and I did, but it's a not exactly what I expected. Understand this, please, all I ever wanted to be was the average teenager. That did involve me doing anything the average teenager did: partying, drinking, loving, etcetera, etcetera.

But unlike most American teenagers in the State, I didn't do all of that. You could say that I was waiting for life to catch up; to open the door and say "you have a life to live, go out!" That never came.

So, that's how we get to my story that features a surprise guest, unfortunately, named Luke Emerson. Trust me, other people are included, but this is more like introducing the main star — kind of like a celebrity. Which I can assume is what Luke's presence conducted.

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"I get it, I get it! You're an antisocial couch potato! But please, oh, pretty, pretty, please! Come to this one party with me." I closed my locker lightly, grabbing my notebooks and shoving them in my backpack. Christina, my best friend since the beginning of this spectacular experience, was ranting about some major party happening tonight. I couldn't be any less interested, but I had to put up with her continuous begging.

"Christie, please lecture me more about how I need to go with you to a party. I mean, you've been begging me since freshman year to go to a single party so we must be near me saying 'yes'!" I sarcastically laughed. Unlike me, Christina was actually getting the legitimate highschool experience she wanted. She was a pretty auburn haired girl with bright blue eyes that everyone loved. Almost unnatural. People did question why she befriended me, but we never bothered paying attention.

"Andrea, when was the last time you had some actual fun?" She crossed her arms leaning against the row of lockers.

"Last night, Tyler drove me to the movies and we snuck in and out of different films," I slowly backed away, moving my hands in a motion that gave indicated mystery. Tyler was my older brother, he was the Junior everyone loved. Come to think of it, everyone I'm associated with has adoring fans throwing rose petals at their feet, and I'm me.

Christie rolled her eyes and started to catch up to my pace. "Tyler even parties! And you know what? I'm about five hundred percent sure that he would want you to have fun before you graduate," She smirked at me. She gave me a small wave as she dashed to her next class, her heels clicking and clacking against the tile floors.

I guess Christie had a point. Even my own brother wanted me to go out and have a little party action. It was strange for him to offer such an idea considering how protective he could be. We were the kind of siblings that were completely cool with each other and never argued, really. I like to think part of the reason was because we weren't even related so we didn't bother with the normal sibling things, instead we just acted like we'd been best friends for life. Which is technically true. Considering the fact that my dad married his mom when I was six and he was seven.

It irked me a bit, knowing how I would be the downfall of everything. I was like an anchor, never moving and staying in the same place I was put in. Some people focused on anchors being a symbol for hope, but there's nothing hopeful about me. Not unless I agreed to go to the party with Christie and Tyler. It was true though, how I would just stay at home being a boring dork. It was a wonder how I maintained such a fabulous relationship with the two.

I sat down at my chemistry table and took my notebook out of my bag. I had a couple minutes left during passing period and I had no partner, so I took out my phone and began playing games. Teachers always complain about our use of technology but no one really gives a rat's ass.

When I placed my phone down to glance at the clock, class was about to begin. I covered my hands, getting a bit chilly. I really didn't care for this class, but of course I needed to attend it.

Finally our teacher strode into class with a smile plastered on Ms. Summer's face. Usually she was happy, but the solemn kind, so seeing her practically skipping into the classroom was quite a sight. Something had to be up. Either we had a test or she got another boyfriend. For her sake I hoped it was a test, lord knows her boyfriends are crap. But secretly I did wish that we didn't have another damn test.

Brace for impact, I warned myself. I stared down at my feet resting on the steel stool, awaiting for her to declare another test. I wasn't prepared enough for these tests, it was a wonder why I'm passing.

"Class! I have just wonderful news," She chirped happily. Sometime after that I just began to tune out, doodling on my notebook. The news couldn't be that important, so I just didn't bother listening.

That is, until someone plopped their self on the stool to my right. I looked up alarmed to see who it was. It was a boy with sandy blonde hair and piercing emerald eyes. I did a quick once over and took in what his attire was today. Simple jeans that didn't seem too tight nor baggy on him with rips over the knees, a red V-neck complimented his chest, and I'd say he was roughly over six feet. Yup, I'll say it: this boy was fine. Like, really good looking.

"You know," God, his voice sounded amazing. "It is quite rude to stare. But for you I'll make an exception." He gave me a quick wink before returning his gaze back to the front of the room. I just stared at him in awe for quite some time.

"A-Andrea," I stuttered out, turning my attention back to our teacher. I must've been blushing like mad, I mean, I could get used to this guy sitting by me. It was a sacrifice to my schoolwork, but I think its worth it if I get to stare at him. He turned his attention back to him, raising an eyebrow. "It's common courtesy, you know, to introduce yourself. I'm Andrea Avila. And you are...?" I trailed off giving him time to respond.

He just looked at me with curiosity for a while, a suspicious look covered his face. He just turned back to the board without giving me another look. Great. Meet a cute guy and you can't even make a simple greeting.

"Lucas Emerson, but just call me Luke." That was when I felt like I had won the lottery. I smiled like an idiot and couldn't focus on anything other than him. I saw a slight smirk form on his face.

"I could get used to you, Andie."

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Hey guys, so I decided on a simple story.

Simply because I was feeling nostalgia this felt like a good idea.

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