SYNOPSIS

3rd grade is when we turned to acquaint. 4th grade is when we turned into enemies. 5th grade is when we turned into best friends – and almost lovers. 6th grade is when I got broken.

I'm Alex. I'm 19, and going to go to UW! I wanted to escape from Iowa, so I chose a good school that has a good program for photography! I barely got in on a scholarship, so I know I'll have to work hard. But that plan, might have a little roadblocks. You see, I wanted to go to UW for more than just photography reasons; I needed to get away from Iowa.

That's where I was broken, and I was finally over it, and in Iowa, I couldn't get away from my thoughts of him. Him. His name? Michael. Michael Ross Williams.

He was at first just a person I met at school, and the girls' heartthrobs.

Then of course we kind of turned into enemies, partly because of a girl. She loved him, and he hated her, and she thought I was getting in the way of her chances. I don't know exactly how she did it, so I can't tell you, but let's just say she had her ways to make us hate each other.

She moved though, it was quite weird, because it was out of nowhere, really.

But, that made Michael and I become best friends. I must have been dreaming to think he liked me as a crush.

6th grade we went to different schools, and it so happened the different middle schools were rivalries. He became such a jerk, and I got broken really. For years, until of course 9th grade where we somehow found each other.

Stupid.

He was the jock, most famous you know? I mean he was the high school's quarterback! I can't even believe I liked him, him! I don't really know why I did, I just kind of did, but um I got over it. I am over it, and I got over it actually 2 years ago, so junior year. I had these fantasies in my head, thinking 'oh we're going to be together! He will see I am the one for him!' You know, all that junk. But that's stupid. To be honest, he's the reason I don't believe in love anymore. Don't get me wrong! Don't think I didn't find other guys, because I did. I mean Sort of; there was Parker, and Harvey, and Max, and Justin, and even Tyler!

But I never thought of them like I thought of Michael.

Okay, let's just say enough with the back-stories. I'm tired of them; let's get to the real story.