Disclaimer: I really, really wanted to write this one. It's my big comeback I guess you could say.

Chapter 1

She's beautiful, and God help you if her eyes catch yours because once that happens there's no looking away. They seem to glow –along with everything else about her- and invite you into a sense of security and you don't care if it's false or not because in that moment you are the happiest you've ever been. When she's sad they turn the darkest shade of brown and all you want to do is pull her tight to you and tell her it's going to be alright even if it is a lie. Her smile is so brilliant that even the sun shields its eyes and everything around her seems to have an unnatural shine. Her lips are the most brilliant shade of red and everyone seems to freeze when she speaks just to watch her lips move.

Her voice is as luring as a siren's and whether you're a sailor or not you still have to stop and listen. When she's happy you can practically hear her smile and when she's sad her voice cracks and seems to be almost non-existent. Sometimes when she speaks she sounds like she could conquer the world if you asked and other times she sounds so vulnerable that you're afraid she might break in your hands.

Evil and unfortunate events seem to be drawn to her like paper clips to magnets but yet she continues on without complaint and I'm jealous because I'll never be that strong. She has walked through hell and back without gaining a single burn and even if she did I'm positive she would still be stunningly beautiful even with the ugly blemishes. She's living in a rainbow filled world and is drowning in shadows that could block out the sun.

Her brown hair sparkles in the sun but is even more beautiful when it is being shaded by moonlight. She absent-mindedly curls her brown locks tightly around her fingers when she's concentrating too hard or worried.

You might think that I'm obsessed and to be honest you might be right but who is to say what's obsession and what's interest. She might sound to good to be true –sometimes I wish she was- but everything I said I believe and everything I said is true entirely.

To say I fell in love with her the moment I saw her would be a lie; I admit she was beautiful even at twelve but her demeanor was less than attractive. Even the teachers at our school were captivated by her but I couldn't help but loathe her and her confident and rebellious manner. I sat in the back of the class with my enormous glasses and pimple scarred face, swimming in a pool of jealousy for the brunette beauty. She had everything and was everything that I wanted to be.

We didn't speak until we were both fourteen and even that was an accident. My hand eye coordination was worse than horrible and I soon found myself sprawled out over the floor, my glasses five feet from my face, and her lying beneath me. She yelled and stormed off and then surprised me by calling that same night apologizing fervently and offering me ice cream as a peace treaty.

By fifteen we were known by the school as best friends and I had thankfully grown out of my gawky stage, with some help from her and her amazing skill with hair and make up. She never went through puberty, her skin was never flawed, and her hair was never greasy. She always had high expectations of herself and I soon found her setting up high expectations of me as well as she pushed me to try out for the cheerleading squad in sophomore year.

I first kissed her in junior year. She had just found out that her father had died in an awful car accident and I was afraid that her already frozen demeanor would get even icier if I didn't do anything. My predicament was that I had no idea what to do; you just don't comfort Ashley Davies. So instead I pulled her out of third period and pushed her up against the hall wall. Our eyes met in a burning moment where brown embers met blue flames, and I found myself begging while she was trying to decide if I was worth being found out-if I was worth whatever crumbs she had me begging for. Finally, after several moments when my desire was moments away from swallowing me whole she took my lips in hers and when ice met fire the world seemed to stop for a moment.

Since that kiss every second we spent together was full of secretive kisses and soft touches. I loved her touch and craved every moment with her. I thought that nothing could be more beautiful than our first kiss but she proved me wrong again in senior year when she took me one night in a flash of passion and need.

She didn't show up for graduation and I spent it in tears, alone, without her arms wrapped around me to comfort me the empty seat next to me a sorrowful reminder that she was gone.

I didn't see or speak to her again for five more years. Then one soggy, rainy day she showed up on my doorstep her face soaked in a mixture of tears and rain. There were no questions to be asked and I immediately took her into my arms and began soothing her sorrows with sweet kisses and passionate touches. I felt whole again that night; for the first time in five years I was able to find myself and then the next morning she was gone and I was lost again.

And now I'm sitting here a year later in my dark living room alone and at a loss of what to say as her voice echoes through my head. My eyes burning with the tears I long to shed as the last of my hopes are diminished in a puff of smoke.

"Spencer, I'm getting married."