"Brie, I love you more then anything else in life. You are my life." Troy spoke those words so gently, so true and pure. I could tell he meant it.

"I love you too Troy," I smiled at him, "I hope you are in my life forever." Troy looked down at me, his blue eyes connecting with my Brown. He raised my chin up and said,

"You will be. Because when I close my eyes, I see your face. When I wake up in the morning I think, 'I love my Brie' and when I think about my future, I only think of you." I started to tear up at what he said. How had I gotten so lucky to end up with such a great guy? I started to lean in. I could feel his hot breath as are lips were about to touch...

Beep! Beep! I groaned and hit my alarm clock to shut it off. I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to wake up, or get ready for school. I knew I would have to get up soon or my mom would throw a bucket of water at me. She is that mean. But I will admit that I love her more then anything. She is not only my mom, but also my best friend. After my dad died my mom and I became closer. I think she tried harder to be around more for me, and my sister. She knew how hard it would be for us to grow up and not have a father. My father died when I was eight years old, a few months after my sister, Melissa, was born. I was very close to my father, which made it hard to deal with his death. For the longest time I blamed myself for his death. It was the day of my second grade play. I had gotten the lead role in the play and I was so excited. Daddy had promised he would get off work early to come to my play. He had called and said he was on his way, but he never showed up. I remember being so mad at my daddy for not coming, while my mom was worried to death. As we go home, there was a cop car sitting in our driveway. The police officer had told us a drunk driver had hit my father, and he had died on impact. That was the saddest moment of my life.

My thoughts got interrupted as I heard banging against my door. Followed by my mothers loud voice.

"Gabriella, you better get out of bed in five seconds or I am getting the water bucket!" She yelled.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I yelled back. I reluctantly got out of bed and turned my light on so my mom would know I got up. You might think she is just joking about the water bucket, but believe me, she isn't. She has used it on me more times then I could even remember.

I looked out my window at the cold snowy day. Six A.M and it's already snowing. I looked at the thermometer that tells the temperature outside. Eighteen degrees it read. Another cold day in January. I opened up my closet and began to look through all my cloths. It took me about ten minutes before I finally picked out my outfit. I pulled out my dark skinny jeans and a purple long sleeve shirt. I grabbed my fuzzy boots. I walked over to my dresser and put of my make-up. I brushed my curls, not messing a single one up, and put a purple headband on. I admired myself in the mirror and decided I looked nice. I ran down stairs to eat my breakfast. A bowl of Fruity Pebbles, my favorite kind of cereal. I Heard a knock on the front door and knew it was my best friend, Troy.

I opened the door with a big smile.

"Hey Troy!" I greeted him.

"Good morning Brie, you ready to go?" He replied.

"I sure am. I'm going mom. Bye, I love you." I heard a faint yell, but I could hear what she was saying, "okay, drive safe and have fun. I love you too Gabriella." I grabbed my coat and put it on and ran out the door. I wasn't really paying attention, and I slipped on a patch of ice. I screamed and fell backwards. Right before I hit the ground, I felt two strong arms around me.

"Whoa Brie, are you okay?" Troy asked me.

"Yeah I am fine. Thanks for catching me." I smiled at him. He smiled back and said "No problem, you know I will always catch you whenever you fall." I smiled at his sweetness and remembered my dream from the night. I have had that dream a number of times before, but I always wake up right before I get the chance to kiss him.

You see, I have had a crush on my best friend since I was ten. It's the one secret that Troy doesn't know about me. I want to tell him I love him more then anything, but I doubt he feels the same. I am to afraid to tell him about my feelings towards him. I am afraid that he won't feel the same way, and it will be awkward between the two of us.

"Hey, Brie, can I ask you something?" Troy said to me.

"Of course you can," I said and smiled.

"Well next week is Bianca and my one month anniversary, and I have no idea what to get her. Do you think you could help? I mean, you are a girl, so you know what they like." Oh, that's right. Another reason why I do not think Troy likes me is because he has a girlfriend. I don't like to say this about my best friends girlfriend, but I hate her. That is right, I can't stand her. She is rude to everyone, and I mean everyone. She is rude to all her friends, and even Troy. I don't understand what he sees in her. She is just a dumb blond. I wanted to tell him to dump her, and date the person who has been right in front of him, and loves him, and always will love him. But I just smiled and said,

"Do you want to give her something romantic?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I do," he looked over at me and said, "Can you help me please? You watch all those romantic movies, so you should know something she will love."

"Oh come on Troy, your the one who got me into romance movies." I giggled.

"Shh, Brie, no one is suppose to know that!" I rolled my eyes at him. Typical guy, can never admit to liking a chick flick.

"Oops."

"Oops? What is oops suppose to mean?" He asked, in a panicky way.

"Well, I kinda told everyone that your the one who got me so in love with chick flicks."

"Brie, how could you? That is suppose to be a secret that only you and I know about," he sternly told me.

"Relax," I laughed, " I am only joking." Troy parked the car and gave me a look. He grabbed his sweatshirt from the back seat and hit me with it.

"Hey!" I yelled at him.

"That was for making me worry," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. Troy grabbed his and my bag and put his arm around me as we walked into school. I love the way it feels when his arms are around me. It makes me feel safe. It just feels right being in his arms.

"Troy, oh Troy" I heard being yelled from down the hall. I groaned when I heard it. I could recognize that voice from a mile away. That voice belongs to the devil, also known as Bianca Williams, Troy's girlfriend.

"Hey Bianca!" Troy yelled as he saw her. Bianca ran over to us and gave me an evil look.

"What is she doing here?" she asked in a discussed way. Did I mention I am one of the people she is the meanest too.

"Um...she is my friend," he said with a smile.

"Ugh, well why in the world would you want to be friends with such a geeky loser?" I frowned and looked at Troy to see if he would defend me.

"Bianca, be nice to Brie," Troy told her. I frowned more because I expected him to defend me more. Oh well, I guess he really does like his precious girlfriend way more then me.

"Aw do I have to?" She wined. I laughed at how rude this girl could be, and how Troy didn't notice, or how he didn't notice that she was being mean to his so called best friend.

"Ye-"

"It's okay Troy, I am just going to go to homeroom," I said as I interrupted him, "bye Troy...Bianca," I smiled at them and walked away heading to my first class of the day.

So here is the first chapter. I know there are a lot of the same type of stories with the same plot line, but give this one a chance...there may be a few twists later on. So if you did like it, give me a review, if you didn't like it, then thanks for giving it a try, and I would love to hear how to make it better.

xoxo Kathy