Hello all! SO this is just something that I wrote from Joe's point of view. If it is well liked then I may also do a similar one from Lauren's point of view. Oh! And I have a question for you all. So I know many people like reading Mrs. Walker (which I promise to update it soon, hopefully) but how would you like another multi-fic LaurWalk fic set around Starship. (Snowpocalypse?) Someone sent the idea in and I really like it. But let me all know what you think about it! And finally, if I have not written your prompt yet, I'm sorry! I've been crazy busy lately but I hope to have all prompts up before 2013, so let's hope that happens! Anyway, enjoy the fic!
Lauren Lopez. How do I describe her? Well she is my best friend and has been since our college years together. But what is the truth about her? I've heard many rumors about her that I feel I need to clean up. So what are the true facts and fictions about my dear friend, Lauren?
Fact: She is the happiest and most joyful woman on the planet.
Obviously. Just walking into a room you can sense her lively and outgoing attitude. If I am ever down, a few moments with Lauren will make me forget I was even unhappy to begin with. That bright, white smile of hers works wonders. No questions about it.
Fiction: She is too short.
Impossible! Her height is what makes Lauren…well Lauren. Can you imagine a tall Lauren? No. Her hugs that make her head get buried deep into your chest would never happen if she was taller. Or the times where I pick her up and my hand "accidently" slips down to her ass. If she wasn't tiny, that could never happen! It would just be weird and awkward. Once we went to dinner for graduation, all our friends that is, and she wore these seven inch heels which made her eye level to me. It was just scary. I did not like it one bit. I prefer being able to have those moments where I look down to see her. Like I said: it makes her, her.
Fact: She is the prettiest girl in the entire world.
Does this even need an explanation?
Fiction: She is a person who always has an amazing boyfriend.
False! I would know this for sure. I'm the one who is there after every heartbreak or bad date. The amount of ice cream I have had to buy just due to her broken heart is so high I don't even want to bother counting. When I see her crying and that upset I find it very difficult. How could these assholes leave her in such a state? Those big red and puffy eyes have replaced her generally bright and cheerful ones. Her smile fades and water pours down her face. I just hope that when she finds the right guy (ME!) that she will never have to experience that again.
Fact: She is perfect in every sense.
Again, do I need to explain this? Of course she is. From her smile to her personality to how she always needs the window seat on the plane. Everything about her is absolute perfection.
Fiction: She loves me.
However much I hate to admit it, I know she does not have feelings for me. No matter how hard I have tried to break out of our friendship and make it something bigger and better, it never goes to plan. Besides, I see the way she looks at other guys. And I see the way that guys look at her. She's beautiful and amazing, no doubt about it. I am nothing in comparison to other guys. Though I wish I would tell myself that she loves me, that she wants me. I know it isn't true. I can't lie to myself. I have for too long. If she doesn't change her mind about me soon, I think I may have to move on. But I can't. I can't move on from the only perfect thing I have ever had so close to me in my life. It's like playing a baseball game and you are tied in the last inning. You are the last chance to make it happen. The last at bat. One more strike and you're out. You see the enemy, that other guy, trying to defeat you. He throws his final throw and you swing your bat. You hear the cling and start running, only to be told it was caught by someone on the field. Your heart breaks and you hear your teammates groan. The other team is full of all those boys that are going after Lauren. Even your teammates are. They blame you. There is nothing you can do to change the stats. If only. The pressure gets to you and you swear to never play a game of baseball again. With one more rejection from Lauren, I think I'll put the bat aside and try to ignore my love for her. But always, in the back of my heart, there is still that small love for her that will never be broken. Like the child inside me who wants to get back on home plate and take one last swing, I know it won't happen. Ever again.
