"Hurry up asshole!"

Every time.

She never seems to fail. Amanda always complained about how long I take to get ready and I even take longer than her. Well that's a lie. The thing is I wait until the last minute, when she's almost done that's when I run around and get ready. Let's be real here, if I honestly begun to get ready the same time she was then I'd be ready for eternity waiting for her. But it's not like I sit around and do nothing while she's getting ready either, I do things, she's she definitely won't approve of but that's why i do it in secret. You see I have a plan to get something, well someone I really want, I always follow one rule to get the things I want in life.

Success is when opportunity meets preparation.

I apply that to every section of my life. But...

There's this one thing that took way too long to prepare for, the opportunity was starting to feel like it was far, but I remained hopeful. I can't lose. Okay I guess I have to come clean I don't care if you judge me.

I'm in love with Amanda's dad!

I know what you're thinking. How can I do that to my very own best friend? He's older than you! Oh give me a break, you haven't seen this man, standing proud six feet, he smells amazing to what I've noticed he loves sweet scents, the reason for my perfume, his eyes, fuck, those beautiful dark eyes almost pitch black, there like black holes that suck you in and once in you can never leave, his tattoos that he displays proudly, I've seen him in the summers when I came here to swim and hung out with Amanda, his fit but his body isn't exaggerated like he has muscles but he doesn't look like a gym rat, his body is perfect, wether he's in a suit or those black ripped jeans and leather jacket he likes to wear when going out.

I guess there's the question of how this all started.

Well, I was sixteen and it was summer break. Amanda begged me to come chill at her house which would be occupied by her relatives, you know family barbecue. In the love of food, oh I mean free food, I showed up.

It was hot and there were people everywhere, some I've met others were new faces.

Amanda's family is well off, you know fuck you money, think that but have that be from her great grandfather. You know old money.

So her house was huge and people were flowing in and out. It was a worm environment compared to mine. I lived a lone. My parents payed for everything but they were never around at all, even to see how I was doing.

Enough sappy shit. This is about Adrian. That daddy.

Amanda left me that day to talk to her cousin, well she begged me to go with her but I wasn't feeling particularly well, I was not sick I just felt low because my family was never present in anything. Most of the family reunions were filed with side glares and snarky comments about who has the better house, better car, better whatever and it felt so toxic.

So I just excused myself and went to her room and sat on the edge of her bed looking at my intertwined fingers crying quietly. I felt so alone and empty. The door creeped open and Adrian peeped his head. I wiped my tears quickly but not fast enough he'd already seen me and came in closing the door and sat beside me.

He pulled me to a hug. His smell consumed me and his warmth filled me and made me feel like I mattered to someone. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and just cried for a good few minutes. He curessed my back until I calmed down. His calm breathing calmed me down even more. In that moment I felt whole, I felt like I was home, I felt welcomed, I felt cared for. Things I never thought I needed until that moment. He never asked why I was crying but I think he knew.

After that day, that feeling was all I was chasing. I went out with different guys but I never felt the same. But he'd just pat my head or give me a quick hug and I was floating.

I loved him.

I love him.

In the purest sense of the words I loved him wholly and genuinely, I love him.

But I knew that he wouldn't want me if I was underage or still in highschool or studying so I made a plan. A five year plan. Simple finish highschool, go to college for two years start my business.

That's exactly what I did. I started an online marketing business and it took off well. I moved out of my parent's house and rented a two bedroom apartment ten minutes away from his house. I was a stable working adult who was responsible. I wanted to be worthy of being called his.

But it wasn't as easy as I thought. He dated so many women but none of them lasted more that one or two months.

Until recently.

He kept dating this one woman. You're typical blonde haired blue eyes kind of girl. I hated it. I hated coming over for dinner with Amanda only to find her there, she was always there. She kept touching him, kissing him. It made my skin crawl. And what I hated most wasn't even the fact that she was there or anything, I didn't care, it's him not looking me in the eye, him reaching out to pat my head only to stop mid way and leave, him avoiding being alone with me at all costs ever since he started dating her.

I know it's not her fault she doesn't know I love him, neither does he but that didn't help that I was angry.

So there was an awkward silence on the dinner table tonight. Amanda was busy chatting about how her job was going oblivious to everything, while Adrian kept avoiding my gaze, typical, and that woman just kept on touching him.

"Are you going to tell them the news or should I?" The woman said in her sickeningly sweet voice. He simply shrugged and looked away. The woman just laughed lightly and turned to us.

"Me and your farther are going to get married in two weeks!"