Cliché, Cliché Everywhere

Love Trapezium

As if the triangle wasn't enough.
[(P.s I'm a fan of love triangles.
P.p.s I feel like a hypocrite.
P.p.p.s recommend me stories with love triangles(even if they're your own)]

Blue pineapple is walking with a mind bubbling with worry! She worry about which guy to choose since whichever guy she happens to talk to, falls head over heels on her. Oh, and she also lives in the middle of nowhere where the most hottest guys on the planet just randomly exist so that also adds to her problems.
She walks into the bakery and buys a large chocolate cake since she can eat anything and not get fat unlike author san. She go to the billing counter to pay and that's when her eyes meet Xavier's!

"What in the world are you doing here running a bakery? I thought you were the bad boy who also happens to be a self made millionaire." She gasp.

"Actually the story demand both of us meeting in a bakery, honey bunchies!" He flash his famous bad boy smirk as he drop on his knees and pull out a ring. "Will you marry me?"

"But we've met just 3 seconds ago!" Blue pineapple blurt out a protest.

"Yeah, whatever sugar cube, please say yes! Or else I'll assume that you're in love with those losers outside." He points towards the store's glass doors which were doing their best to keep out the throng of hunky dudes outside.

Blue pineapple recognized few people as being the guys from her school, the Asian nerd, few hunky underage teacher, werewolves, vampires, gorilla and whatever...

"You sound gay." Blue pineapple return her attention to the cashier.

"But the plot wants me to be straight... So yeah, I don't get paid enough." He shrugged.

"OMG! So many guys! How am I suppose to choose! My life is so hard and miserable!!!!!" And with that she starts to cry prettily since for her being ugly is impossible.

.........

O.O
Why these romances are so fast paced? Like everything seems to happen randomly to an extent where it becomes absolutely fucking pointless!
Why are so many guys after one girl?
I'm pretty sure there are other girls on this planet....
Boy! You need glasses.

Love,
Lizzy