"I've heard love is difficult and weird, and being in it is the best feeling in the world. Love is something painful but not. There are 'opposites who attract' and there are 'same sames'. No limits, none at all.

It's a confusing thing, love, something that can never be interpreted. Love is a weakness that can very easily break your heart.

I wouldn't know what love feels like. Yes, I've liked some guys, but I can never imagine actually saying "I love you" to a guy. I would want the guy to be perfectly in sync with me and get my humor, hold my hand when I want him to without saying. Someone that will know me, everything about me, but still love me. Someone who will be there and feel like the other part of me."

"So what you're saying is that I know nothing about you?" I hear from behind me. Abruptly I whip around and close the laptop, hard.

"You shouldn't do that. If your laptop breaks, I'm not buying you another one. Which I will so graciously remind you that I got you that for your birthday and it was expensive."

The gorgeous boy behind me, who has been reading the Word document the whole time, is right. The laptop is very expensive, and I don't know why he didn't keep it himself. 'Why me?' I want to ask, but it doesn't sound right. Instead I blurt out, "Why are you here?"

He laughs, a sound that I like to hear more than my favorite song which, by the way, is 'Rotten to the Core' in Disney Descendants. To ignore the blush creeping up my cheeks and the embarrassment that he read my thoughts that I was trying to put down on paper, I start to blast it from my IPod. I start to sing along as my favorite part comes along:

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the baddest of them all?

Welcome to my wicked world

Wicked world…

I'm rotten to the core!

He raises an eyebrow at me. "I'd have to say you're wrong about that. Why would you think you're rotten when you're the nicest person I know?"

I toss a pillow at him and interrupt my singing. "You have to say that since you're my best friend. Anyways, you didn't answer my first question. Why are you here?"

"We came for brunch. And it's your fault I didn't answer. You were too busy blasting that Disney song. A little kid's movie song."

I immediately start to play it again and tweak the volume very, very high. Across the hall I hear "Shut up!" from both his brother and my sister."

He doesn't comment about the music- instead, he goes, "They're probably making out in your sister's room."

They probably are. Ever since they admitted their feelings for each other, they go out of their way to be with each other. Worse, they're younger than me, so it's constant teasing about how I 'don't have a boyfriend.'

My sister has told me that me and my best friend were made for each other, but I tossed the idea away. He doesn't think of me as more than a friend at all. And I mean at all.

I definitely have feelings for him. Ever since we met in third grade, we've been best friends. Now, as juniors, we still are, and our moms are too. I've never had a boyfriend before, but he's had one, but she turned out a bitch. But he is the kindest, smartest, cutest, funniest boy ever.

"So, I found a girl today that I want to ask out, but I have no idea how to approach her. Any ideas?"

Immediately, I fake happiness. "Really? That's so great! I bet you will be totally happy with her and everything. What's her name?" Inside, I ache with jealousy and try to hide my longing for this boy.

"You're a really bad liar, you know. That was too girly and too fake for you" He answers. "Anyways, her name is really pretty and melodic and I love to hear it and say it."

It's clear that he's obsessed with her. "How long have you known this girl anyways?" I ask. "Love at first sight?"

He shakes his head, smiling with the thought of this mystery girl. "I've known her for a while, actually. I realized I liked her after Jordynn broke up with me. And today I know I love her."

If he loves her, it's gotta be pretty strong. My IPod dies, cutting off the words, "Nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door." He walks over and sits on the bed with me.

Silently, he turns my head toward him softly. My eyes show hurt and sadness- I can't hide it from him anymore. A tear leaks out. His breakup with Jordynn was like a second chance to me. Now this girl has gone and ruined everything.

"Jordynn?" he asks. "What did you say to her?" I sit in the corner, crying. My eyes are red and swollen.

"I just told her the truth. Nothing's wrong. She's just overreacting." She replies, and steps closer to him, gripping his hand.

He wrenches it away. "Well, we're going to be over if you don't tell me what you said."

"She is a freak, she's never going to have a boyfriend, and no one likes her. Just facts" She says, rolling her eyes and taking his hand again.

His mouth hangs open and he pulls away. "Forget what I said earlier. We are over and that's the end of it."

He runs over to me and hugs me tightly. And I know I should feel bad since I was the reason for their breakup, but instead I feel like I might have a shot at having a Prince Charming again.

I hear my name. He looks at me, repeats my name and say the three words I can't believe, followed by a soft kiss.

I love you.