Hey everyone!

I've decided to extend this story for at least another chapter, this being it. (Everyone thank Cut3Ch1ck8 - she has been my main motivator :)

Note: this may be a little confusing, as it's in the second point of view. When it says "you," it refers to Macey, or an equivalent. When it says "he," it refers to Zach, or an equivalent. And when it says "she," it refers to Cammie, or an equivalent.

So: as per this chapter's title, this is the prologue. Hope you like it.

For as long as you can remember, they were friends. Best friends.

You and her, on the other hand, were never really close – she was just a way of getting what you wanted: him.

Of course, first you had to have the obligatory six months of token friendship with her: you needed to appear likeable; genuine. After all, many before you had tried – and failed – to win his heart, and to be frank, you needed the edge, naturally frightfully lacking in the personality department.

Through this one-sided attachment, you came to admire her at least, for her kosher consideration and kindness towards others. Even so, you had no qualms about doing what you had set out to do.

She leaves for camp that summer, while he remains behind. [Perfect.]

His mother's condition declines. Her lung cancer is now at an advanced stage. [Even better, you think.]

Over the weeks, you grow closer. His mother is now terminally ill, and he's broken up.

And then, she dies. But, lucky for him: you're right there, by his side. Comforting him at the funeral; coaxing food into him - all the while cultivating his reliance on you; nourishing it with bouts of kindness that surprise yourself.

He soon can't imagine life without you. Strangely, you find that you like being needed.

The time comes - you decide - to take it further. One night, you bestow him with a kiss.

Bless him, he doesn't resist.

Instead, he kisses you right back.

She returns, and when she sees the two of you together, her eyes widen slightly in pain. In a second, though, it's replaced with a wide, fake smile, and he buys it. [You don't.]

You almost feel sorry for her. [Almost.]

But then, that's before you realise that you enjoy watching her squirm.

Epilogue?