This is the first chapter for my entry for the Drawing Dare on the Dares Forum. I tried going with a different writing style this time. The phrases in parenthesis are Lillian's thoughts, or little side-notes and the sentences in brackets are somebody else (or maybe her conscience) speaking. Enjoy!

I am his true love. That's what he tells me. An 'I love you' every day, and an 'I think fate decided to push us together' (something along the lines of that), pretty often. And, well, I love him too. Very much, in case you were wondering.

Maybe that's why I feel so guilty. [Or maybe it's because you know he loves you to death.] Shut up.

See, we met two years ago, when I moved to Bluebell. It was love at first sight, really. We started dating shortly after. I haven't told anyone this (so you shouldn't, either) but, I sortofkindofmaybe (really) wish we hadn't started to date so soon. If we'd just waited, I would have had the time to discover my feelings for him.

You know, they say that young love starts out sweet, and then dies in the blink of an eye. (Whoever "they" are.) I admit that it kind of happened between Ash and I; but not completely! I still love him. [Like a brother, maybe.] Oh, shush.

His little sister, Cheryl, is a whole other story. Let's just say that she hates me, and Ash is completely oblivious to it. And when I say completely, I mean completely. Whenever he's near, she acts all sweet and innocent. That façade completely changes when he leaves; she becomes a tiny monster. Because of that, the fighting began. Ash refused to believe me about anything I told him; how she pushed me, how she put a bug in my hair, how she "accidentally" dropped her red velvet cupcake (it just so happened to fall onto my lap and stain my new clothes). Sometimes they would get so bad, I would start to cry. That's when he came into the picture.

The first time he found me crying was after a particularly nasty fight (name-calling, swearing, and the like), in the mountains. Before then, I'd only talked to him a few times. We never really made an attempt to get to know each other. Just a meet n' greet type thing. Anyways, I had no idea what section of the mountain I was in, but he found me. His eyes were so kind, and he sat down next to me. We talked for hours. He made me feel… (Oh goddess, how do you describe this?) He made me feel… Special. [You're blushing.] I am not! [Yes, you are. Look at your face, it rivals a tomato.] … Be quiet.

The point is, he makes me feel loved. I felt a spark; he did, too (I'm sure of it). When I was talking to him, he made me feel so much better. When the sun started to set, we said our goodbyes. We both agreed to meet again the next day. And we did. We met, and we talked for hours and hours; by three oh clock, things escalated. The butterflies kept swirling around in my tummy, and whenever he leaned closer to me, I would inhale his scent and I would blank out for a second and boy did he smell good. Before I knew it, I leaned in and kissed him and he kissed me back. I felt like I was flying (partially due to the fact that the butterflies were still swirling, I'm guessing). His lips were buttery smooth soft. [That phrase doesn't even make any sense.] It does in my world. Besides, you know what I mean.

But that's what started the affair. I loved- ahem, love Ash. [Yeah, sure] It's true. He's my first love, and I'll always love him (just not in the way he wants me to). That's the problem.

My romantic feelings for Ash have died down (are you happy now? I'm admitting it), and have been replaced with my love for him. Ash is still unaware of my affair (and you better not say a thing); he still loves me. If I broke up with him, he would be crushed. He's my best friend; I can't risk losing somebody like him… And even if I did break-up with him, I'd still have to see him every day (that would be awkward).

On the other hand, there's him. I've never felt this way about anybody. He's the love of my life. He's caring, smart, handsome… If I didn't go with him, I would spend the rest of my life regretting it. What if he gets married to somebody else (I'd have to see him with her every day), or moves to the city (Then I wouldn't even get to see him.)? (Or worse; marries a super-hot model in the city. Goddess, I don't even want to think about that one.)

I don't know what to do.

I wrote this chapter in a style definitely different from what I'm used to, but it was really fun to write. I hope it isn't too confusing (with the parenthesis and brackets and whatnot). There will be two chapters in this, so the next one will be going up soon. That's when there'll be some Lillian/Ash interaction, and she'll maker her decision. Well, I hope you liked it (a review would be awesome)! Until next time.

- blacksunset1214