He was already everything to me. He gave me everything except for what I wanted, and I wanted nothing but him. He had chocolate brown hair, and eyes the color of a raven sky. His smile melted my heart, even though I continued to tell myself I didn't have one anymore. He would make me laugh like it was the very first time. He looked at me with that gorgeous face of his and gave me his signature cocky half-smile, and I belonged to him. Of course, he never knew it. He could have any girl he wanted. I was so lucky to know him, to have him in my life. He always told me everything would work out for the better. What was meant to be would always fall into place, even when everything else was falling apart. He was always like that. He always wanted to look on the "bright side" of life. His voice; you'd never know it, he keeps that part of him hidden from the world, but he is so adorable when he sings. It feels like a lullaby, only for me; even though… it's not. He knows what he does to me. He knows how much my heart flutters when he lets his shoulder graze against mine when he walks by. He knows when he's on stage and he gives me his seductive face, I'm a screaming fan on the inside. He challenges me in everything I know. The rules don't seem to apply to him, he continues to surprise me. But a part of me always remembers: he's a guy and all guys are the same. Don't show weakness around him, you can't. He's the type of guy that gets a kick out of seeing girls go crazy for him. He thinks he can have everyone he wants, and maybe he can; but he won't get me. He is everything I've ever hoped for, and everything I could ever want. But sometimes what you need and what you want get mixed up and jumbled around. I shouldn't be in love with this boy, but I am. I can't show him my weak side, but I want to. All of these things are jumping around in my head, and sometimes I forget the most bluntly obvious reason why my feelings for him are so wrong…

He's my best friend's famous boyfriend.