Charlie's POV
School was pretty normal that day. Although Willow and I both got about the same amount of stares as usual. I usually stay at her house all week.
Her mom, Karen, is a make up stylist for celebtrities or famous people in general and her dad, David, is director. He isn't to famous but he does amazing work. On rare occasions he would take Willow to see sets and things like that. He had a pretty cool job. They made it my responsibility to stay with Willow while they were gone. So basically I lived with her.
Willow and I have a strong and tight friendship that would last forever, so both our parents trusted us if we were alone together.
I remember the day I met Willow. It was a long time ago, but I still remember. She had short black hair that almost barely touch the top of her shoulders. It was put into two small pigtails that were more like little stubs because of her short hair then. She had freckles that made a little path across the middle of her nose and the upper part of her cheeks. Willow was wearing a little white dress that went to her ankles with a white ribbon attached to the upper waist on the dress.
Now your're probably thinking about her name. Willow Melody Summers. Pretty different from some normal kind of name like, I don't know, Katy or something. Well when Willow was born, her parents were going through some kind of weird spiritual phase and tried to give her a name apart from others. Make her an individual or some nonsense like that.
Willow hates her name but I love it. It's just so nice. Sometimes Willow will call me Bear because I'm tall and cuddly and I have brown hair.
Willow and I both play piano and love playing together after school. But Willow, being the most talented psychopath ever, plays piano, draws/paints, and she sings! Well, not much of singing. She told me she sings but she doesn't like singing in front of people. Not even me. Willow told me that she sang once at a recital when she was ten. I sadly was on vacation when it happened so I never heard her. But basically it didn't end up being a very fun night for the people sitting in the front row... I think you get the picture.
The reason I am best friends with Willow is not just because our parents are super close, but because she is so unique and different from most girls. She doesn't ever wear makeup unless it's a special occasion. Probably because she is so beautiful just by herself. She doesn't need anything else to make her pretty because she already is.
There is one other thing you should know. I am completely and hopelessly in love with Willow. I have ever since I was 12. I know she wants to know why I have been going to the piano to clear my mind when I was having trouble thinking. But that's because when I was 12, I realized that I had fallen completely head over heels for her. She is just so sweet and honest and caring and it is truly mesmerizing. She doesn't know this though. It's kind of hard to think straight sometimes when you love someone so much.
I will tell you this though. Love is a complicated mess that rips up every single emotion you have. It makes you miserable, but so happy that you can hardly fathom it. Love is wierd. But in the best and worst ways possible. Willow has me falling straight for her and she doesn't even know it.
Another thing about her. Willow can read me like an open book. So, you can probably understand that I might have a little trouble hiding my feelings for her. She is very smart and intelligent. Willow knows when I'm sad or can't think or even when I'm hungry. Then again my stomach always speaks for itself so I guess that isn't hard to guess. Whenever I'm sad, Willow immediately comforts me. When I can't think straight, she tells me to go straight to her, or my piano.
Willow is all I can think about and I can't help but love her more and more each and every second of the day and night. I sound like a hopeless romantic. Which I guess I am... I am so incredibly cheesy it's making me cringe.
