Love Floats

Prologue

This is my first attempt at writing something other people are meant to read. Please take that into consideration. Comments and votes would, of course, be greatly appreciated. I also enjoy constructive criticism. I will definitely take it to heart, and try to better my writing.

Thanks!

Amy

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It would be easy for me to start by telling you that I am amazing, that my hair is perfect, my teeth are gorgeous, and my figure is to die for. It would be easy, but untrue. I have, however, promised to keep this story as true to life as I know how, so I will begin with a more accurate description of myself.

My name is Emily Cannon. I am 20 years old. I am 5 feet 9 inches too tall. My hair is long and naturally blonde, but an unfortunate combination of straight and wavy that requires constant attention. My teeth are adequately straight now, but I had braces for two and half years. My nose is less than my idea of a good nose, and my skin breaks out when I am stressed. However, when it is all said and done, and I have applied a goodly amount of makeup, I manage to look decent. I am not sure I would qualify myself as one of those truly beautiful girls who seem to roll out of bed looking like models, but I have days when I can honestly say I look pretty.

At least, that is me on the surface. Underneath the protective coating, deep inside my heart and mind, I am complicated. I am sure most people think of themselves as complicated. No one can relate to every single thing you have gone through. No single person knows everything there is to know about you. And, when it comes right down to it, I am not ready to be that honest with any one person, so I think I am satisfied with being sometimes misunderstood.

If there is one thing most people know about me, it is that I have never dated anyone. I have never been kissed. I suppose I am waiting for the "right" guy. You know, the one who is dashingly handsome, chivalrous, has a winning smile, can make me laugh, and is, most importantly, taller than I am. I am waiting for my Prince Charming to ride into my life and rescue me.

Well, I guess I should say I am waiting for another Prince Charming. I already have one. His name is Benjamin Holt, and we have been best friends since the 8th grade. I suppose it is a good thing we became friends before high school started, when he wasn't worried about dating yet, because Ben is one of those guys every girl falls for. He has brown hair and warm, brown eyes. He is strong and athletic, he has a huge smile that would melt even the most stubborn of hearts, and he fits my idea of the "right" guy in every way. Except, we are just friends. True, we are best friends, but he has dated many other girls, and never been interested in me. I think I am OK with that. He is more like a brother to me than anything else. He knows me. He knows some of my deepest secrets, he was there when I needed to talk through my biggest regrets, he has enjoyed my triumphs and supported me through my failures, and when my family was torn apart by the death of my mother he was there for me. Likewise, I have been there for him. He tells me all the time that I know him better than anyone else, that I am a great friend, and that any guy would be lucky to have me as a girlfriend. And yet, he has never been interested. That bugs me a little. Mostly because it makes it difficult for me to feel like I'm good enough. If the guy I am closest to in the world doesn't want to be more than friends, who would?

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Thanks,

Amy