I know you're all like "unrequited? WHAT? No happy ending! Why would you do this to us!?" well i wasn't in an "everyone get their match" kinda mood :)

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Please, please, kill me.

Do you know how many times I've thought that tonight? 47. Well, no, that one makes 48. I can't even say how badly I wish I'd declined this offer or faked the flu or jumped off a building so I would break my leg and not have to be here.

With them.

I don't even know why they asked me to come! They haven't once acknowledged that I'm alive. They're too busy staring lovingly into each other's eyes.

I'm out on a date with Mikayla and her boyfriend, Nate. And I'm going to throw up.

Please, for the love of God, KILL ME.

49.

Here we are sitting at a booth eating Italian. Mikayla and I are on the same side of the booth, Nate seated across from her. So that they can stare disgustingly at each other. I was honestly expecting them to order the spaghetti, take a strand, share it between them and meet in a kiss, Lady And The Tramp style.

So here I am poking at my lasagna which I have absolutely no appetite for anymore. What would ever possess them to ask me along on their date? And what would ever possess me to say yes ? ! But I already know the answer to the last question. It's sitting right next to me giggling at something Nate said.

Mikayla Anne Martial.

Maybe I should take the time to explain something. I am completely, head over heels, sickeningly in love with her. I don't know how long I have been. One year? Two? The entirety of our 10 year friendship? Who knows.

But I said yes because I would follow this girl to the ends of the universe and back. If she'd said, "Hey Mitchie, Nate and I are going skydiving but we only have enough parachutes for us, do you want to come anyway?" I would say yes.

I snap back to reality just in time to see the bus boys carrying our food away and the waitress setting down the check.

"On me," Nate says with a grin.

Mikayla giggles once more before saying, "You're always such a gentleman, Nate."

I fight the urge to roll my eyes with all my worth. Why won't I just die already ? !

50.

He pulls out a wad of cash recently acquired from the bank, and sets down a couple bills before handing it back to the waitress and politely telling her to keep the change. He slides out of his end of the booth while Mikayla and I do the same on our side. I tug my jacket on as we leave, and Nate stands carefully behind Mikayla, putting hers on for her.

She smiles and leans in to kiss his cheek.

I look away, my heart pounding and anger rising. I go ahead and walk out of the restaurant ahead of them, grabbing half the bowl of complimentary mints as I pass the hostess' stand. Looking down the sidewalk, I quickly flag down a taxi. Sure hope there's enough room in this thing for me, Mikayla, Nate, their gross love, and my stupid feelings.

As we get into the cab, the lady driving looks like she's about to wet herself seeing the 3 of us in the back of her rusty old yellow car. She stutters out "W-where to, Miss Torres?"

Before I can answer, Nate does it for me. "Let's go back to my house, guys. I bet Shane's back from the airport by now, Mitchie."

I smile fakely at him, inwardly screaming. "Great, yeah sure…"

Insert problem number 2 with me being in love with Mikayla. My boyfriend, Shane Gray. He had been visiting his parents in Washington for the past week and I felt as if I'd never been freer. But he was scheduled to come home earlier tonight, and now on top of enduring Nate and Mikayla's lovey dovey stares, I had to go fake my own.

Kill me.

51.

I look up from my stupor as we pull to a stop in front of the Connect 3 mansion. Wow had I really zoned out for the entire car ride? I need to stop doing that…

We get out the cab after paying the hyperventilating cab lady and go up the front walk. I see Shane's car in the driveway, and know that he is, in fact, home. I stifle a groan. I really miss Jason! He's been visiting his sister and isn't scheduled to fly in until two days from now. But I really wish he was here. He's the only one in the world who I've told about being in love with Mikayla. And if I he were here, he'd do what he always does, and keep it as UNcouples-oriented as possible. But it looks like I'm on my own this time.

Ten minutes later, and Nate's suggested that we watch a movie. They have the AWESOMEST home entertainment system ever. And I am not an electronics chick! The TV itself is huge, and they have a giant couch with cup holders and everything. Some of the seats within the couch even recline.

So we put in the latest Spiderman and let it play. But I'm not focused on the movie, surprisingly enough. The four of us are seated on the couch. Nate, Mikayla, Me, and Shane, from right to left. Nate and Mikayla are playing footsie (Seriously. Kill me. 52.) with their fingers intertwined on my right. Shane's gripping my hand gently as he grins and stares at the screen. I refuse to play footsie with anyone. Well, anyone but Mikayla.

Speaking of whom…her left (and unoccupied) hand has settled down next to my thigh. She cautiously lifts a finger and touches it to me. I feel her through the fabric of my jeans. I suppress a shiver as she begins to draw circles on my leg.

I'm seated between my boyfriend, who I feel nothing for, and my best friend, who I couldn't feel more for. Shane has my hand in his and is squeezing it every once in a while. Mikayla is gently circling my thigh with her soft, warm fingers. How can she make butterflies erupt from my stomach with just her finger when his whole hand does nothing?

Dammit.

Kill me?

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So it's possible i'll continue this, but for now i like it as a one-shot. well we'll see. if i get an idea as to where this could go then continue it, i shall! now R&R por flavor :)