"You look stunning tonight."

I blushed; no one ever said things like that to me.

"Thanks."

He suddenly leaned down and kissed me. I hadn't expected it, so I gasped in surprise. He used that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth.

After he broke the kiss some seconds later, I was still dazed.

"You taste like strawberries."

Was that a good or bad thing? Did it bother him in any way?

"Is that alright?"

He grinned and chuckled slightly at my question.

"It's lovely. I love it, at least."

I'm pretty sure I was beaming just then. I probably looked straight out ridiculous for any by passer to laugh at. I didn't even care.

"You're the best person I know."

I closed my eyes at that painful memory. It shouldn't really have been bad.

But, Steve never should have disappeared either. Or told me that he never really cared for me. That he was playing with me the whole time.

Looking back, I now see the signs I should have seen then.

Like that night he kissed me for the first time.

We had originally had an argument just then. He refused to really talk to me.

Of course, we spoke together, but not about important things.

Only of shallow things would ever be the subject of discussion.

But I was too busy being lovesick to notice.

Yet, I was. I couldn't help it. I had been so into him, I had given up on a life without him in it. That's why I have nothing now.

My mother was so mad at me; I'm surprised I'm still living under her roof.

My bestfriend had new friends, hopefully someone she could be herself with.

Well, that wasn't really his fault.

We stopped being friends long before I met him. Actually I think that's why I decided to let him take me home that night.

I never let anyone I don't know take me home (or anywhere else for that matter).

But that night I had been at the bar for a very long time (I weren't drunk or anything), and I was just sad, and it was late.

He had offered it to me, and he looked decent enough not to be drunk.

So, I let him. That's when my life changed.

A/N: I didn't really think as for who this is or who it's about. I know it stands "Steve" one place in the text, but if you prefer you can pretend it's someone else.

Disclaimer: Dude, do you seriously think I would write fanfics of something I own?

Sigh.

No, I do not own The Saga of Darren Shan. Darren Shan does.