I can't stand romance movies. Too many clichés. Like really, why do people like them? It's not as if they ever change. After all, the guy always gets the girl no matter who's hurt in the process. Normally I make it my mission to either stay away from romantic movie lovers or covert them. Until I met my best friend that is.

Camila: One of the biggest hopeless romantics I have ever met. Always thinks about how single she is and reads Wattpad romantic books constantly. 

Even though her and I have extremely different views on the cliché torture device which is the romance genre we have many other things in common. We have the same video game tastes, the same comedy tastes and of course we are both Wattpad writers. We met at a summer camp and hit it off really. She was the lonely nerd whose parents wanted her to make friends and I had just moved from the UK at the time so my parents decided to try and make their introverted son socialise. 

Don't get confused, I'm not shy, I just simply don't understand why a sane person would shout, get drunk and party when they could relax, have a nice coffee and read (or play games to three in the morning which I am very guilty of).

When we were leaving we got each others' phone numbers so we could keep in contact. We spoke nearly everyday for the last month of Summer before school started again. I was so scared to attend a new school but I got out of dad's car, as I slept in, and saw Camila sitting by herself. So of course like a normal human being I went over quietly, covered her eyes and told her to guess who I was. She squealed, we hugged and have been as thick as thieves since.

It's been two years since the summer camp and we are as close as ever. Tomorrow is our junior year and of course we have to watch a stupid romance movie at my house for some reason, if only I wasn't so bad at rock, paper, scissors. Well, I suppose I'm just having an inner dialogue with myself so it's not as if I'm actually watching.

Currently I'm at the top of my king sized bed writing my new book, as I snuck my computer out when Camila wasn't looking. She of course is perched at the bottom of the bed staring at the movie as if she's never gonna see it again. 

Now, before anyone gets any ideas, I'm not rich, I just value my sleep so I figured I'd get the biggest bed I could afford. Since my parents didn't believe I needed it I had to buy it myself. Crazy, I know. I believe everyone should have a king sized bed. Since I spend a lot of time in my room I wanted it to be perfect. This entailed painting three of my walls black while dad painted an awesome black and white scenery on the other wall. He did art A level so I let him go for it.

"Raven? Raven!"

"What is it?"

"Do you think I'll get a boyfriend this year?" She asks staring hopefully at me with her gorgeous brown eyes.

I get asked this question every year and without delay I give the same answer as always, "Anyone would be lucky to have you, you just need to wait for someone who treats you how you deserve to be."

I'm not kidding, she has helped me in so many ways I'm not actually sure she realises it. She's a beautiful soul, everyone should have a friend like her. Camila is also a beautiful woman, most girls in our school dress as if its a thousand degrees outside and wear so much makeup that a clown would look natural compared to them. She usually wears her signature v neck sweaters, which in all honesty look very comfortable and stylish, along with a shirt underneath. Her dorky glasses and usual messy bun also make her adorable.

"Aww, this is why we're friends. Any chance you're gonna take your chances on a girl or guy this year?"

"You know I couldn't care less about that Camila."

"Yea though since I can't find anyone I wanna get you someone.... Oh my I love this part!"

As Camila decides that watching two random people kiss in the rain is better than talking to me I decide to get some Pringles... might as well get some comfort food if I'm gonna be forced to watch anymore of this.

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As I head down I notice dad coming in from work. We simply look at each other, nod and sprint for the Pringles. I inherited many things from him like my dark brown hair (which is currently dyed dark green), my 5'8 height and our weird obsession for Pringles. I don't remember much about my mum though I do know that my silver eyes were inherited from her.

"You two are mad." That's Issac, my dad's husband. Has been since I was five. He goes to the gym a lot so he looks way more intimidating than he actually is, he's the one who I take after personality wise. 

My dad on the other hand is one of the most extroverted people I've ever met. People just seem to gravitate towards him which is very annoying. "Says the person who married me and adopted our son." Dad retorted.

"Ezra, it is one of my greatest regrets that I didn't save Raven from this weird Pringle addiction." As dad whacks him with a dish towel he turns and looks at me, "Is Camila staying for much longer, it's your first day of school tomorrow."

"Don't worry I'll tell her to clear off now." Grabbing the Pringles closest to me I head upstairs.

"Camila clear off, we have school tomorrow."

"Wow I feel so loved. Bye Raven." She says as she leaves the room.

"Bye Camila." I respond as I fall onto my bed. As you can tell we are best friends and I hope nothing changes that. 

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Smacking my alarm onto the floor I sit up in a daze. Like really, why does school have to start at nine? As I student I can say that we would all be more willing to learn if we got an extra hour or two in bed.

"Raven, get up! We are not having a repeat of last year!" Issac shouted. You see, last year I decided that waking up at half seven was too early so I decided to sleep in until half eight. It was only an hour later but considering dad had to bring me so I wasn't late Issac was livid.

Mindlessly trudging into the bathroom I did my business then went to the mirror. Glancing at the light bags under my silver eyes I decide that staying up to 2am reading maybe wasn't my smartest move but oh well. Deciding that since it's the first day of school I should try to look presentable I comb my green shoulder length hair until it looks half presentable. 

Dragging myself to the kitchen I have toast and coffee, I have no clue how people survive the morning without caffeine. As I mindlessly sipped on my coffee I listened to dad and Issac's debate on whether dad's love of anime was weird or not. Though of course it isn't. Anime is the best.

"Bye." I start heading out.

"Not even a hug? We raised you ya know." Dad asked.

"Nah." And with that I made my way to the bus stop. I really can't wait to get a car. Or Camila as she is getting her's next week. 

Plugging in my earphones I made my way to the bus stop, only to start sprinting and literally jumping into the bus when I saw it was about to leave.

"I love the mornings." Camila says as she greets me and somehow yawns at the same time.

As a hater of mornings I decide to challenge that statement, "You do realise that you're yawning right? No one should be forced to get up early."

"No though the mornings are the only time I get to see you panicked. After all you're so calm at all other times."

"Why are we friends again?"

"Cause you can't get rid of me. You're also coming with me to Prom this year."Oh yea, I still haven't found an excuse not to go yet.

"Damn it."