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A/N: For the wonderful Doomed-Orange-Parka! Exclamation point!
To the untrained eye I look like Indigo Kelly, blue-haired freak sitting on the bleachers, faking a stomachache, and cracking my gum obnoxiously. But actually I'm Indigo Kelly, rebel of the track team (track being the sport of satan and all), aspiring director, pretentious intellectual, and observer extraordinaire. Currently using my talents to analyze my shivering teammates below me.
I blow a green bubble and watch as Tweek guzzles his water bottle filled with Italian Roast, Kyle jogs another million miles and Token shows of his monstrously huge "guns" (Pfffft...show off.) It's more boring then that one scene in Three Kings (Mark Wahlberg, George Clooney, Ice Cube....watch it.) untill she appears, the Diane Keaton to my Woody Allen, the Marilyn Monroe to my Tony Curtis, the Elizabeth Taylor to my Richard Burton, the....I'm all out of movie references. Basically, she's the girl I've been kind-of-totally-in-love-with since seventh grade.
Lucky Day.
First thing you notice about Lucky? She's beautiful. Short mocha-colored hair, hypnotic green eyes, great skin, and a heart breaker smile. Even in a puke green sweatshirt with a stoned-looking cow on it she manages to look like Scarlet freaking O'Hara. She's also insanely smart, funny, talented, and has saved my ass way to many times to count. Lucky also DOES NOT mind when I talk about movies (which I do...a lot). Seriously, she the coolest girl I have ever met. I'm so smitten' with Lucky I watched Harry Potter for her. Harry Potter makes Jesus cry.
But then I spot the one major obstacle between me and Lucky eloping to Fiji and living happily ever after. That obstacle's name is Clyde.
Clyde is one of my closest friends and he's also Lucky's extremely devoted boyfriend. He's good-looking in a teddybear-ish way and, though he can be a tad sensitive, a pretty nice guy. It would be so much easier to hate him if he was an asshole.
My bubble bursts all over my face as Clyde sneaks up behind Lucky and tickles her. She fake-screams, he laughs, and they kiss. His hands are on her hips, her hands in his hair and they sway gently, their own secret dance. I chew my gum.
They're perfect for each other. Lucky is the only girl who makes Clyde feel like he's not just "Craig's friend" or "the shoe store owner's son". She makes him feel braver and helps him become a better person. And in return, Clyde acts as the anchor in her crazy life, someone she can tell anything too, someone who makes her feel safe. They complete each other.
And me? I'm just Indigo Kelly, a guy who knows to much about Casablanca, who will always be "just a friend", who falls for the beautiful girl way out of his league, the one who's better off watching from a distance.
I hope I portrayed Lucky's awesome character correctly...