Me: Alright, this came out of nowhere. I'm not joking. I was in the car and, yeah. Anyways. Crazy Little Thing Called Love might be a song, I'm not sure, but understand. This is NOT a songfic. This is my two characters. Who, in case you read Can't Make You Love Me, used to be Lyra and Ethan. I changed their names. Lyra is now Briana or Bria. Ethan is now Daniel or Danny. Well, hopefully you like this very suckish oneshot. (Written in Bria's POV)

If any of you out there have been in love, you should know how beautiful it is. To find that one who completes. The one is your heart, your soul, your life essence. You're in complete bliss.

For a time.

I was like that. I realized my feelings and, even though I wasn't sure he felt the same, I was happy to know him. To be his best friend. To be around him. I treasured each and every moment as if they were gold. Which, to me, they were.

It really could have been anything that made me fall for him. But I think the major one was the fact that he was always there for me. He helped me when I first came to New Bark. More like crash-landed. He was there for me while I mourned the loss of my dad. He wanted to be there for me during my journey, too. But I refused. I had to do that on my own.

That's another thing. He doesn't push me for reasons or invade my privacy. He respects me. Like I said, we're best friends.

But, he didn't share my feelings. My love for him. He fell for Dawn Hikari. I wish I could hate her for that. For taking him from me. But I just can't. She doesn't deserve that and neither does he. They're happy. I wish I could be.

I'm so freaking confused. It sucks. I know I love him. Which leads me to believe I should be happy that the two got together. Because he's happy. Not the case.

Maybe that's not the way I should feel. But my feelings never seem to go the way I think they should. Oh well. If Danny's happy, I'll act like I'm happy. For his sake. And for the sake of our friendship.

Unfortunately, it's true that I have contemplated suicide to fix this problem. But I decided that that would just create more problems for everyone else. Which I don't want. So I won't be shoving a knife through my chest anytime soon.

I'm hoping that this "love" I'm feeling is just maybe something I misinterpreted. Maybe Daniel Parks isn't the one. But until I find someone who makes my heart skip a beat, who makes it hard for me to breathe, who makes me look away to hide my blush, I guess I'll go on thinking that Danny is who I'm in love with.

I really need to mask my feelings nowadays. Danny came over the other day. Said he had something really important to talk about. He's proposing to Dawn in a few days. HE asked for my approval. I wasn't sure why. I wanted to scream that I wasn't OK with it. That he doesn't have my best wishes. But I couldn't do that to him. Not now. So I just smiled and nodded. He nodded back, but I don't think that's what he was expecting.

Damn it Danny. You make it so hard being your friend. I want to be more than that. But he obviously doesn't.

I guess this is that crazy little thing called love.

Me: Yes, yes, I know it was terrible. But I'm posting it anyway. Came to my mind, so I wrote it and now I'm posting it. Please review. Thanks for reading.