In love, some choices were supposed to be made. Choices that would either make you happy or broken. But then there's me, all unrequited, always stuck in the middle, always in a dilemma that's bittersweet.

"Where have you been?" Jenna asked. "You're late. We're all here." "Well, I'm here." I pressed my foot to the staircase and got up. I held tight to my drumsticks and said, "Let's go!"