Having a crush sucks. Not like, oh crap, I just tripped kinda suck but like my grandma just died kinda suck. You notice every little stupid thing about this person even when you don't want to. How they walk, how they type when texting, what they look like when concentrating. You also have a tendency to imagine certain scenarios with them like going to see the newest movie together or if you see a pretty dress at the mall, you'll probably imagine how cute they'd look it that. So yeah, in conclusion my statement stands: having a crush sucks. You may ask why I think this, why I should have the authority to tell you what I think or why you should care in the first place. Well, I'll tell you. Hi there, my name is Valentina Amor (yes I swear that's my actual name) and I have a crush on my best friend.
Well, in case you're still reading even after the cliche "shy girl has crush on popular boy despite the two being childhood besties the boy won't pay attention to shy girl and instead pays attention to popular girl until the end of the movie where popular boy realizes he likes shy girl and everyone lives happily ever after yadda yadda yadda" statement I made at the end of the last paragraph let me tell you why that cliche is already out.
Surprise surprise, I'm not the shy girl. I'm actually the president of my school's acappella team as well as co-founding member of the matchmaker club. (Typical, a girl with the name Valentina Amor is somehow involved with a love club?)
My crush isn't the popular boy and while we've gone to the same school since 1st grade it was only 6th grade that we actually became closer as friends.
Oh yeah, my crush isn't even a boy in the first place. Oh shoot me, this is a free country and it's 2017 people, build a bridge and get over it. Her name is Rose Paris and she's the quiet, artistic, animal lover girl who sits in the back while I'm the outgoing, musical, geography enthusiast who sits in the middle screwing around with her equally outgoing friends. But I mean, opposites attract, right?
But yeah, back to the crush thing. It's kinda strange really. A while back I jokingly asked her to our upcoming school dance and another one of her friends overheard and asked her too. Since she's much too nice to choose between the two of us, we both went with her. I even slow danced with her but of course, this was also before I realized I had a mad crush on her. Now I can barely make eye contact with her let alone flirt and twirl her on the dance floor. It's not like we haven't cuddled before either, because we have. Hell, we've even stayed up all night talking about how scared we were for high school together. That night alone was enough to make me want to kiss her but after the cuddles, scary movies, and nuzzles….I just can't take it anymore. I once proposed to her on Valentine's Day and she said yes, obviously, not to brag but I'm actually pretty attractive. Little on the short side (shut up I'm exactly five feet tall), curly dark chocolate hair with burgundy highlights, milk chocolate eyes, average breast size, kinda curvy, small feet, small nose, hair that goes five inches past my shoulders. In all: petite and fierce are the words I'd use. Back to the Valentine's day thing, I coulda sworn she was blushing a pretty pink hue as I got on one knee and took her hand (literally I put on a plastic ring and kissed her hands and some of my friends cheered for me as if we actually had gotten hitched) but who knows, in my imagination she kisses me on the nose everyday before I drink my daily cup of tea and-
"Ms. Amor, please come up to the board and solve question thirty three for us since you seem to be finished."
Well shit, this is why having a crush sucks.