"There is nothing worse than falling in love with your best friend. Unless, of course, he loves you back." – Author unknown
My life was the epitome of the cliché – from the minute I became best friends with James in Kindergarten over a pile of animal crackers to the moment I realized I was in love with him at the beginning of sophomore year when we went to Homecoming together – as friends of course. But, to anyone who says that the cliché is awful and stupid and full of heartbreak: sometimes, only sometimes, it works out perfectly and you get your own happily every after.
A/N: Alright guys. I decided to raise this crap fiction from the dead. Please don't comment on that last line. I'll be finishing the third chapter over the next week, and from then on, if you guys don't review, there shall be no story. Oh, and for those who couldn't figure it out, this is Surving the Summer renamed as Summer Cinderella. I like it better personally. Review darlings. I'll send you a cyber cookie AND I'll respond to any questions in the third or fourth chapter. :)