Pigtails
Prologue
She looked amazing in pigtails. Absolutely stunning. Well, she looked stunning, amazing, and other complimenting adjectives, in anything, but especially pigtails. I could drone on about this, and her, for hours on end.
I remember the very first time I saw her. In kindergarten. Cutest girl in our class. Take a wild guess at what her hairstyle was that day. You guessed it, pigtails.
My five-year old classmate seemed mysterious and appealing to me on that first day of kindergarten. Using my complex male mind power and a sixty-four pack of crayons, with a sharpener, I lured her over to the table where I had sat, coloring. She even grabbed my hand to hold it!
Although I think she meant the 'hand-holding' incident to be a 'friends' thing, I always knew it was something more.
Since that day, we've been best friends. Everyone knew we'd end up to be a couple one day. Except her, of course. She was oblivious to the fact that I was utterly in love with her. Whenever anyone mistook us for a couple, she laughed hysterically. That made me feel wonderful. But I just always sucked it up and laughed lightly.
After these occurances, the only thing that could make me smile for a while was her flawless face and pigtails.
But no. She had a boyfriend. A famous boyfriend. Joe Jonas. Curse his devilishly handsome good looks and singing talents!
But I was determined to get her. She and I were made for each other, I'm sure of it. By the time this is all over, Lillian Truscott and I will be together. Or my name isn't Oliver Oscar Oken.
A/N; Well? It sucked, I know. xD Yeah, yeah, I know it's short but it's just a prologue. Good stuff coming up. So, review, or I won't continue! Aha, threats.
-Imagine