~Hey there. I wrote this a while ago. Hope you like! This could potentially become another story, so I may expand it.
Oh, this is set after Archie said, "The only person who loves Neil is Neil.
Neil's POV
I stared in the mirror. Good-looking as always. Emotionally hurt? Yes. But still good-looking. Yet I'm still not satisfied. I can't believe what Archie had said. "The only person who loves Neil is Neil." I have to admit, he was right in a way, that no one loves me. But I don't love myself. Maybe I want someone to love me.
Everyone thinks I'm shallow and selfish and stupid. I know I'm not the smartest, but I do care for others. At that point I wouldn't even care about my looks.
I think I am the way I am, so people don't get too close. I don't even remember, I guess I was too busy concentrating on covering it up. Ha, I guess it worked too well.
Atlanta is lucky. She'll never have to worry about never finding anyone. She's loved and she doesn't even know it. Yeah, I envy that. She has stolen Archie's heart and she doesn't even know it. Archie is terrible at hiding his feelings, but it's a good thing she's completely oblivious. Archie would be screwed.
And Jay and Theresa are like, made for each other. Everyone knows that. Even themselves.
Odie has his computer and technology; I guess that's good enough for him. Herry has his food.
And what do I have? Nothing but my looks. I'd love to punch Archie in that face for what he said. But then Jay would get on my case. But for now, I'd just like to prove him wrong.