The Best Dream

Trouble In Paradise

"Ah! Finally found you."

I strode over to the hooded figure in the most dimly lit corner of the library.

Pushing down the 'War, Tragedy in The Making' book out of his face I smiled down at him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"How do you guys always find me?"

I gave him a puzzled look.

"Cause you always hide in the history section?"

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I don't need a reminder of how stupid I am Ann, I already get enough of that from Amy."

Furrowing my brows, I slid into a seat across from him.

He looked at me for a while, silently shooing me away, before sighing and turning his body to face me.

"I don't know it's just.. she's too good for me Ann. She's smart, she's funny, she's hot, she's SO incredibly caring. She's the definition of perfect."

His eyes lit up as he went on about Amy and I couldn't help but smile.

"Then here I am; a stupid, uninteresting, basic looking, unproductive, country bumpkin," he spat as if it were acid in his mouth.

He ran a hand through his bang, his hood falling off his head. He didn't seem to notice.

"I don't belong here," he said quietly.

My heart broke.

"John-"

"I don't belong with her! I'd be better off herding cattle than in some fancy private school with smartass rich kids. This place is loaded with you freaks! What's stopping her from leaving me? What's stopping her from going out and finding someone better? Not like there's a shortage... and even her parents don't think I'm good enough for her. I'm so selfish staying. I'm holding her down but I can't let her go cause she's just so- gah! Perfect! She's everything I ever wanted and more and I love 'er so much! And I say I love 'er but I can't even trust 'er enough to let 'er go to 'er fucking job without making a bloody scene about it! She has the world to offer but what do I have to give 'er in return? A sack full of problems, I'll tell ya what."

He stopped, staring at the ground. I could see the tears shining in his eyes even in the dim light.

He met my eyes, searching.

I stared back with pitiful eyes. I was never good at dealing with these things, not like Amy. I didn't know what to do or say to him.

He snickered and looked down.

"God I must sound like a right prick, huh?"

His accent is shining through, he must be real upset about this.

I swallowed.

Cmon Ann, think think. What would Amy say in this situation? Cmon girl, move it.

I swallowed and found my voice.

"Listen, she likes you for who you are. If she wanted one of those fancy rich guys she would've gone for them, but she didn't. She wanted you."

He looked at me with the same searching gaze.

Damnit, it must be my face. He probably thinks I'm lying right now. Okay straighten it, straighten it.

He scoffed and looked away.

"It doesn't matter if she wanted me or not, it's if I'm even good enough to be with 'er.."