Author's Note: If you read BYS, I apologize. Updating regularly isn't my strong suit. Well, if you bug me about it, I will, but otherwise it's sporatic. It will get updated eventually, I promise. If you haven't read my other story and you like this one, go read it after this one. This was an English assignment that I had fun with. We had to use a phrase, and I chose... Well, you'll be able to figure out the phrase I chose. It's kind of obvious.
Summary: "They tell me that love can't be manipulated. I disagree." Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.
They tell me that love can't be manipulated. There is either love, or there isn't. It can't be forced into existence, and it can't be forced to go away. No one can make two people love each other, and no one can stop loving someone even if she wanted to. Well, in high school, it's more of a like than a love, but that's beside the point.
I disagree. I think it is just a matter of whether or not the potential to like is there. If my best guy friend has the potential to 'fall in love' with my best female friend, then poof! It could happen. Of course, Trey and Brandi aren't open to the idea, but the potential is there. If Brandi were here, she might even add the usual, "There is more stupid potential between you and Trey than there is between Trey and me."
Right now I stand with my best guy friend, discussing the potential of him liking her. He agrees with Brandi and claims that there is no potential. They don't know what's good for them. They will thank me one day, if they ever decide to cooperate.
"Look," Trey says pointedly, "you just need to let it alone. 'Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.'" I give him a look to ask where he came up with that. "Never mind. If we wanted to go out, we would have a long time ago."
"Maybe you two just never considered it," I retort. Someone runs into me, and I drop my book. Trey rolls his eyes as he picks it up for me. "Thanks," I say cheerfully before getting back on topic. "Just think, though—"
"There's a reason I don't want to try it, and Brandi knows that," Trey says, sounding slightly annoyed. I stop. There is only one reasonable explanation as to why he would be so annoyed about me trying to hook him up with Brandi. He likes someone else.
"Why didn't you tell me that in the first place?!" is my immediate reaction. This is followed by the expected, "Who is it?"
He grins, knowing he's winning now. "None of your business. If you hadn't tried to set me up, you would already know by now." I know Trey is about as tight-lipped as I am and probably wouldn't want to tell me anyway. He would eventually, though. He will now too, if I have anything to say about it.
"But who is it?" I demand, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
He laughs as he stops too. "I can't tell you." I give him a filthy look. He sighs, pretending to give in, but I know he was just waiting for my complete attention. Then he takes my free hand and laces his fingers in mine, and suddenly everything is falling into place. The bell rings to signal the end of lunch and everyone is rushing around us, but I could really care less.
So maybe like or love or whatever can't be avoided. It's there, or it isn't. I can't deny having a crush on my best guy friend or avoid it by trying to set him up. I can't force my two best friends together when they don't belong together. It is unavoidable.
'Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.'