Short one-shot collection. I don't own anything.
I'm not supposed to like her.
I mean, she's not even that pretty.
(Actually, she's fucking gorgeous.)
Okay, I'm just not supposed to like her. There are strict, invisible rules for boys dating their brother's best friend/crush. I mean, there's not like an official book that says 'thou shalt not date thy brother's best friend,' but it's an automatic rule across the world.
She's too dorky for my taste, okay?
(Rocky just yelled that I'm such a dork. That timing.)
Okay, maybe we're both equally dorky. That doesn't mean we should be matched together, right? I mean, I'm sure there are other girls out there who are just as dorky as me, but don't have protective best friend that could bite my head off if I mess with her.
Right?
Right.
Plus, my favorite color is blue. Her favorite color is probably red. (A guess, but I'm pretty sure it's not blue.)
I can't work with those vital color-disagreement terms. Do you expect me to date a girl who doesn't like the color blue?
They say opposites attract, right? Me and Laura are too alike to be called opposites. So, that rule doesn't work.
Another reason why me and Laura Marano shouldn't date. It should be her and Ross. Her and Ross are polar opposites. He's sunny California, she's the frosty fun Switzerland. So, the 'opposites attract' rule works for them.
Plus, if I ever liked Laura, I would, without a doubt. be positively screwed.
Nothing ever works with liking your brother's best friend, huh?
This is a reason why me and Laura would never work: Overall, we're just not right.