A Strange Kind of Love

What The Actual Frick?

        I'm just your run of the mill nerd. Straight A's, never parties, has no social life. It's a lot sadder than it sounds. On the bright side, I have lots of free time to read and watch tv shows. Okay, maybe it just got a lot more depressing. My name is Laycie Adams and I'll tell you how my boring life got flipped around, slowly bringing about my downfall. This, ladies and gentlemen, is how it all went to hell.

        Growing up, I never really had any friends. My mother was the overprotective and overbearing kind; the kind of mother who wouldn't let you do anything, so after I while I thought it'd be a lot easier to just seclude myself. I became the type of teenager you don't see often anymore. I spent my days studying and dedicating my weekends to Doctor Who. I was never invited to parties. I didn't drink nor do drugs. I didn't even have friends, for crying out loud. The closest thing to a friend I ever had was this person I talked to on tumblr, who lived halway across the world and also shared my passion for the lovely Doctor.

        It was Friday night and while everyone at school was enjoying Trever Blain's weekly party, I was sitting at home blogging about fictional characters. I was enjoying a nice conversation I was having with a person in Manchester, who goes by the name of my-chemical-bromance, about the wonderful life of fandoms, when my stomache started to rumble. I then realized that I'd neglected to eat the whole day. Sighing, I made my way down to the kitchen and opened up the fridge only to find that it was void of anything that could actually pass for edible. My mom was at work, leaving me home alone to fend for myself. I picked up the phone, ready to order pizza, but I looked at the time. It was 10 o'clock and the place from which I ordered doesn't deliver after 9.

        I groaned once I realized I'd have to go out and get myself some food. I went back up to my room and threw on a pair of faded jeans and put on my black and white converse. I decided to leave my grey sweatshirt on, and my blonde hair was still in a tight bun. Why should I worry about how I look? Nobody knows who I am anyway. I fixed my glasses before snatching my car keys off of my desk.

        Arriving at Kroger, I thanked the heavens that they stayed open late. I walked inside and picked up some lemonade on my way to the Japanese section to get pocky and some of my favorite drinks. When I was finished, I grabbed a few bags of potato chips. I grabbed a few more things and headed towards the check out line, when something caught my eye. It was strawberry flan with chunks of red and green jello in it. I reached for it, but as it seems I'm too short to actually get a hold of it. As I stood on my tip-toes, trying to grab the darn thing someone reached up and grabbed it off the shelf. I turned to see who dared steal my flan to come face to chest with Garrett Matthews. He handed me the flan and I nodded my thanks. I then proceeded to walk away, when he called out for me to wait.

        "What's your name?" he asked.

        I was beyond shocked to say the least. Helping me out is one thing, but for Garrett Matthews to actually socialize with a nobody was a rare sight- especially if that nobody is me. "Laycie. Laycie Adams," I answered.

        I continuted to walk towards the check out line with him trailing behind me. It wasn't until I'd started putting my stuff on the counter that he started talking again. "I've never seen you around, Laycie. Are you new around town?"

        "Nope. I've been here my whole life. We even went to elementary school together," I said.

        "Oh, I'm sorry. I never noticed you," he said awkwardly.

        I waved my hand in dismisal. "It's fine, nobody ever notices me. I'm practically invisible."

        He frowned. "Well, when you say it like that it sounds pretty depressing."