WARNING. SAPPY TRUE STORY COMING UP. JUST DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.

Sorry to keep your hopes up guys. Especially you, Reviewer.

But it's about time I officially withdraw this story. It's not really that I'm too busy with school and the like. Really, I've plenty of time. But none such that I wish to use in writing these kinds of fics. I can't explain it exactly. It's just when there are so few episodes, none that air here, and such an inactive fandom, there's nothing to keep me pumped, you know?

My condolences to Mr. Cupcake. He lived a sweet life.

But really, my mind is just swarming with Adventure Time!, Avengers, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Hollow Crown and the handful of Marvel movies coming up later this year. Well, that, and the fact that my school year is punched up so compact because of our many days of suspension due to tragic monsoon.

Including the time I allot for grieving over how my life sounds a lot like a sappy chick flick, then that leaves me with more work than I have time.

I mean, seriously. My best guy friend has a girlfriend that just so happens to be my childhood bully from my previous school, that I was trying to escape from and now she's plunged back into my life. He being himself, and me being myself, I'm compelled to watch after that bastard against logic. Sometimes the heart feels things that they're not allowed to, that I'm sure you all know.

Likewise playing Guardian Angel to a half-inconsiderate, other-half secretly sweet douche, I go by falling helplessly in love with the wrongly-right person.

He's sweet and kind when we would chat all night long last summer, but can't even look me in the eyes when we pass by in the hallways. I'd greet, he'd greet… I'd ask for something, he'd lend, and I'd return the favour. But not once have we actually spoken a discreet conversation in front of each other for more than half a minute. I'd just see him hang out with his guy friends and few fem friends and turn shy and silent around me.

Meanwhile, a handful of people (maybe even my crush, himself) believe I've a crush on his cousin. His cousin is such a sweetheart, though. Awkwardly, at that, but oh so convenient. Being a year older than us, he helps me on some topics and I lend him my sister's notebooks. Heck, I even asked him if he could take me to prom next year because we could only go with someone from the other batch (he said yes, by the way).

He's such a weird thing though. Unfeeling, even. Just purely comedy and macabre swirling within that short frame of his. I'm not surprised he attracts just as much guys as he does girls. One girl being a close friend of mine, keeping me from feeling anything. Not that I do.

Oh, did I also mention my crush is the ex-best friend of my enemy? Funny, ain't it? Not so much enemy as he is just a pest. He used to have a mega-crush on me when we first met up until the near-end of last year's school year. To be honest, I used to like him too at the beginning. But he was being such a prick then and I lost it. We went on and off throughout time until we finally had that one spar that left us on the brink of each others' nerves.

I remember that's how I and my crush first talked. We never noticed each other, and then one day he came up and asked about the guy who used to have a crush on me, his old friend, I practically poured my feelings out. It felt nice… really nice.

They stay away from each other nowadays. His old friend is dropping all the drama bombs and being a pain in the ass.

And I'm here caught up in this mess. I hope you understand… I can't write fluffs or ficlets of drama or angst… because the real thing feels so much better than what I write. I somehow end up connecting anything I write with something I once felt or experienced, and it makes my heart drop to the pits of my gut. I can only bear so much, and Ninjago isn't exactly my top priority (no offense to anyone), I mean… I basically breathe Adventure Time, exhale Avengers and in between in Sherlock and all the rest, sinking into my pours and running through my veins. Peace out.

Regards,

CPH