400 REVIEW SPECIAL! *blows airhorn and throws streamers* Seriously, though, thank you all so, so much. Who would've thought a 12 (er, 13) year old girl from New Jersey would be getting compared to Uncle Rick himself? I love you guys so freaking much. You don't even know how much influence you guys have in my life. I'm more confident in my abilities, more outgoing, and slightly more insane. Anyway, I got this idea recently in the middle of class. Whoops. So, it's pretty much Frazel fluff. Enjoy!

Helena Grant's POV

Boys are monsters. They rip your hearts out, and just move on at the end. They don't care about your feelings, they just want the sex. It's lust, not love. And that's a guarantee. (AN: I'm sure that that's a lie, but I needed to write that so this would work. Sorry if that's offensive in any way!)

I was sitting at a table in a cafe, when a young couple walked in. The boy was 16, a respectable age, but the girl? Couldn't be older than 13. She was too young for the heartbreak.

Walk away, honey, I thought. He's just gonna hurt you.

The couple sat down, talking and laughing. They never once broke eye contact, and the looks in their eyes... I shook it away, sure it was fake.

The boy kissed the girl on the cheek, and went up to the counter to order. Now was my chance. I could spare this girl's tears, keep her happy and young like she was supposed to be.

I walked up to the young girl. "Hey." Always a good start.

"Um, hello?" the girl answered, confused.

"I see you're here with a boy. Right?"

The girl nodded, looking at the boy with a small, innocent smile. "Yes."

"Well, let me tell you, he's just gonna break your heart."

The girl shook her head. "Frank? You haven't met him, you don't know him."

Here's where it gets interesting. "Ah, but I know boys, and they don't fall in love like girls do."

The girl laughed. "I have two friends who could tell you otherwise in minutes."

I sit down next to the girl. "But that's not your boyfriend, is it?"

"It doesn't have to be."

I shook my head. "You don't get it, do you... ah, what's your name?"

"Hazel."

"Well, Hazel, if you're not going to listen to me, then you'd better prepare yourself for a broken heart."

Just then, the boy, Frank, came back, holding two cups of coffee. "Hazel, who's this?"

"Uh, I don't really know, exactly."

"Oh, sorry. Helena." I held out my hand, but neither Hazel nor Frank shook it.

"Helena here thinks you're going to break my heart."

Frank laughed, putting a comforting hand on Hazel's shoulder. "Well, then, Helena doesn't know what she's talking about."

I looked at the pair in shock. They weren't in love, not possible. "Love doesn't exist. Trust me, I speak from experience."

As if to prove me wrong, Frank leaned in and kissed Hazel full on the lips. It was short, and it must've been sweet. Frustrated, I stormed back out of the cafe, feeling sorry that poor Hazel was being led on so strongly by Frank. The look in his eyes must've been fake.

I saw the couple again five years later. They were walking along the streets of California, as happy as can be. And I guess that Hazel never got her heart broken after all, because she had a ring on her finger and a smile on her face.

And the funny part? Frank had the same expression.

Well, that's not my best work, at all, but I had to post something. It was short, too... And I thought I was getting better with that... And seriously, thank you all so, so, so much for the insane support you've been giving this story. I really do love you all, and even though I say it a thousand times an update, it's true.

Also, a little shameless self-plug: I'VE GOT A WATTPAD! I'm going to be posting a story there, too, and it's a Harry Potter/Hunger Games crossover. So that means I've got 3 different stories to juggle... Schist. Anyway, check me out, will ya? user/Were_All_Okay

QoTD: Who's your NOTP? (This means a couple you never ever want to happen)